The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-03-13

away the flies that plagued Pharaoh
| before me. l felt worlds stronger for
| my long sleep and the lifting of my
| load Of anxiety.
Tell me all about her." I said, upon
| sudden impulse, as I looked at the lad
such powers of perception in a
mere guv'nor are no canny,' said he
with something of a blush. Indeed
I'd gladly do so, but there's SO con-
foundedly nothing to tell yet. don't you
see. She's well; l haven't even a
photograph, but she's the joliest sort
you ever saw; really beautiful, you
know. She's the sister of Lupton, my
| chum in Brasenose, and as good on
skates or with a racket or golf club as
himself. And l don't know whether |
was getting on with her particularly,
because most inconsiderate old ruff
fan of a dad that I happen to possess,
would insist on being Drained by q
perfect paragon of native at con-
foundedly inconVenient moment, and
then"
why, my boy, that's hard lines" I
interrupted; "to have to leave Helen
Lupton to come to this beastly oven
ana turn dry nurse to a crusty old in
wand like me. Never mind, my lad.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
and, II she's the right sore, as / know
she must be, she'll like you none the
less for doing a bit of hard duty. OF
course you've written"
Yes; that is. l did write-but then
l seemed to turn leery all at once some
now, IN the strangest fashion" Here
the lads clear eyes dropped, and a flush
that was 'of shame deepened on his
cheek-"and the long and short of it is
that I've written again today for the
nrst time in two weeks. Nothing
spoony, you know, dad; l don't want to
pesln that sort of thing on paper, and
just at this time-but a letter about
Egypt and what rum sort of a place
II Is, and about you and the natives
and all that"
70 I've Deenk thinking about what |
shall do, as I've been lying here" said /
which was clear lie, and may the
Lord forgive me 1t and worse in the last
day!-"and I've made up my mind that
I've been in Egypt long enough.
There's a few shilings here and there
for you and me to spend in the old
home, Arthur and think I'll be seek
ing it soon"
But it would be madness for you to
go to England at the beginning of win
ter cried Arthur, in real concern.
We'll l know that" said l. Il must
go north in the spring and by easy
stages, to get the sun of the south out
OF my old bones. And | have affairs to
settle here. But when you wed the
woman of your choice, be it next spring
np bE ha
good d-bye to the Nile aid the desert"
Really" The boys look was worth
seeing. why, it's not such a graceless
old Dad as / thought; or else the club
of the virtuous Ali Hasan has had a
marvellous effect upon your intellect
uals. Believe me, sir" he added, more
seriously. Il shall do the best / can to
win you home"
When there is little need of spinning
long tales word will do. l recovered
almost like magic. Old Casaldi was sent
packing. 1t is what Arthur calls one
of life's little ironies that we're always
so glad to get rid of the man who saves
our lives. In a shorter time than / dare
say, lest it be thought untruth, Arthur
and l were securing the country on our
ponies; the fever camp was broken up
and we moved to Cairo.
1t was the day before this happened
that the boy and / were padding
through the sand, which everywhere
borders the green belt. when we came
upon tall, blaek-robed figure in wait
ing for us.
Arthur" said L. this is Ali, son of
Hasan, a good and true man. Ali Has
an this is the young master of whom
have spoken to thee"
The East and the West greeted each
other, the former with the profound
salaam and that touching of the fore
head which / shall never cease to think