Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-09-15

streets. If two or three Mahometans
stopped to talk together an English redcoat
was sure to step up to them with:
Gan. now; move on or burly Monte
negrin policeman with words to the same
effect. Not much damage had been done to
the part of the town through which they
were passing. There was sprfghtly
gossiping of bugles. hailing and replying
from distant points, and the frequent clat-
ter of shOd hoOfS as some orderly galloped
across an intersecting street. And all the
noise and hustle was threaded by contin-
ual tune. not sung loudly, but insistently,
like the motif of an opera.
The Cretans whom they met, whether
jubiant or sad of face, seemed to be hum
ming it-some joyously, others revenge
fully.
do you hear that?" cried Lndholm.
"Panayota will be singing the hymn Of !ib
erty herself today. We must make her
sing it all through for us. | wish l could
understand the words.
And he beat time with his cane AS tall
Cretan strobe by. humming very distinctly:
w can tell you by the Tightening
OF your terrible swift brand.
And We know you by the Frightening
When your proud eyes sweep the land!"
"Panayota will be singing that at this
very moment. eh?' cried Lindholm, laying
ter made no reply. Occasionally two
wheeled mule carts. laden with supplies.
stormed by over the cobblestones.
From the narrow street they passed into
a place OF smoldering ruins and roofess
ragged walls. Here a party of marines
were at work. assisted by townspeople.
throwing water on fires that were still
burning, or In digging bodies out Of the
debris. cart stood near. and an awe
struck. silent throng fingered by, ready to
identify the remains Of possible relatives
friends. The air was full Of powdered
lime and smoke. and had queer. pungent
smell
Come on" said Lindbolm. before they
find body. 1 don't like to see such things.
a nd o. a INV vic nd
Panayota, you know. is in the Turkish
quarter
Lindbohm urged this cheering assurance
with the insistent frequency of a man who
is trying to water his own hopes
They came into the public square where
the shells from the Hazard had fallen
thickest for here the Bashi Bazouks had
fired on the British soldiers, and yonder,
rising precipitously to a height of thirty
feet, was the fortified stronghold from
which the Turkish guard had poured a
rain of bullets upon the town. English
sentries were now pacing to and fro up
there. But the chief attraction was a sort
of booth in the center of the square, for all
the world like Punch and Judy booth. and
in 1t were hanging by the neck seven fig
ures with black caps over their heads, with
their hands bound behind them and their
feet tied together
by George. they've been hanging the
ringleaders. hanging them higher than Ha-
man! cried Lindbohm.
Curtis could not realize that those were
the DouleS OF human beings, there was
something so theatrical about their appear
ance; they hung so neatly in a row. and
the heads all Iolled one way, like heads Of
Brownies in an advertisement.
Maybe they have hanged them in effigy,"
he suggested.
Lindbohm laughed
Might as well be now he replied. "But
let us ask the guard where we will find the
commandment. Then we shall learn some
thing about kostakes and Panayota"
You co. said Curtis: "I'n wait for you
here" He shrank from the ingenious ex-
PLANTATION that Panayota was his betrothed
The very thought made him shudder
Il can't tell him." he muttered, as he
watched Lindbohm forcing his way through
some way. By Jove. I'll run off and leave
him, If l can't do any better Good God.
what an escape I've had"
Hi! shouted Lindbohm, so that every
soul In the square turned and looked at
him. He was standing on tiptoe and Cur
It's could see the rudy face with his red
bandana halo floating on a sea of heads.
m! M calied the Swede again, waving his
SUCK In air. Come here, quick! I've
found Kostakes"
Now. what the devil do 1 want Of Kos.
takes? muttered Curtis, plunging reluc-
Lindbohms side the Swede gripped him bv
the arm and pointed long finger at one
OF the pantomimists In the Punch and Judy
booth
A board hung suspended from the neck
of each. with name and crime inscribed
thereon in Turkish and English. Curtis
read:
KOSTAKES EFFENDI,
Captain Of Bashi Bazouks,
Murder and Arson.
ut is hard for a soldier to die thus"
said the Swede sadly. But a soldier who
disgraces his calling. deserves such a death.
Well. my friend turning to Curtis, half
our work has been done for u.s. Ell? Now
the rest will be easy. Is 1t not sor'
Curtis could not take his eyes from the
hooded form before him. nor move from
the spot where he stood. As long az he
stared at the head, covered with fits black
cloth. he was impressed with a sense of
unreality; so might a row Of wax inquisi-
tors be shown in the Eden Musee at New
York And that pltiful. limp fitting OF the
head was not at all suggestive OF Kostakes.