Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-08-25

me as a Christian, yol. shall have me as a
Turk. There aren't going TO be any more
Christians, do you hear? Eth? Do you
hear? We're going to kill the whole cursed
brood of them. English, French, Italians,
Cretans. There won't be one left Islam
is aroused. Wen cut their throats-" he
shouted, finging the wrist from him, and
making an imaginary slash at his own
neck. THE streets Will run blood Every
dog of an unbeIiever in Crete must die,
men, women and children. except YOU.
The blood of the Turkish father mad pre-
vailed. and Kostakes had been over
wheimed with that form of religious mania
which cries fer blood. He had joined
band of young Turks, who had planned a
grand coup, to save Crete, and his Chris
tan love for Panayota was fast turning
into Turkish love. 1t needed but a riot Of
blood and raDine to make the change COM
Dlete.
You would not have me as Christian"
he said. with his hand on the door knob:
this night yOu shall take me as a Turk"
ard he went out.
Panayota, being left alone again, was
frightened, and it is proof of the girls no
bility Of soul that she thought not of her
self, but of her fellow Christians whom
she believed TO be in imminent danger II
she could only escape and give them warn
ing! But she dismissed that thought for
she had tried every possible means again
and again. She might stand at the window
and scream, but she had already done that
with no effect. KOstakes house was right
in the center of the Turkish quarter. and
the screams of a hysterical or angry wo-
man attracted little attention. A girl shout
ing in Greek for "boethia" (helD) was a
tme-honored legend of Turkish rule, as
old as Islam and as natural as murder
Besides, her window looked out against a
blank wall, and her voice would be stfied
in a closed court. No; there was no use
in shouting So as a last resort she fell
upon her knees and besought the Virgin to
help and save the people, to pity the moth
ers and the little children, and to turn
away from them this danger. Now, while
she was praying, conflict had been taking
place within the breast of Kostakes, of
which he felt the effects, but of which he
was entirely unconscious. The blood of his
Greek mother had been making a last
stand against that of his Mahometan
father, and while he was even yet breath
ing out curses against the Christians and
mutterlng, she shall have me as a Turk, -
he turb d about automatically, as 1T were,
and retraced his steps to Panayota'S
room. The girl rose from her knees.
Il am praying the Holy Virgin to save
my people" she said in a solemn tone.
Her eyes were streaming with tears Kos
takes shuddered, and involuntariiy raised
his arm, restraining himself with difficulty
from making the sign of the cross. This
Virgin of his mother could be a very ter
rible being when angry.
"Panayota,' he said, 'I-I-was too rough
with you just now. But you are very OBJ
stnate. Listen. l tell you the truth. The
young Turks have planned a grand coup
and / have Joined them. But i would do
anything for you if you would only let me.
Say that you will marry me and / will give
the foreign officers warning, and the
Christians will be saved. / will then turn
Christian-oh, Panayota, won't you marry
me-"
But the Virgin had comforted Panayota
and given her courage. She pointed su-
oerbly to the door.
Go" she cried: God will save His people
without this sacrifice. He will not con-
nive at the pollution of a Christian
maiden