Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-08-11

breeches drawn tight about the ankle and
loose-fitting shirt. She kicks off her
slippers and walks in her stockinged feet
to the coffee rooster.
'Is 1t ready yet, Ayesha?" she asks,
opening a little door one side of the
cylinder, and letting out a great black
cloud of aroma.
Can 1 take out enough for one little
cup?"
you are about it.
Yes, even for three Poor Ferende she
will have to grind her own coffee, and
Panayota'S, too"
Souleima produced a wooden spoon from
the drawer of pine table standing beneath
the gardens one mulberry tree. and dipped
quantity of the brown, smoking berries
into one of those cylindrical brass mills
which are sold by wandering gypsies to the
| housewives of the orient. Sitting on the
| tables edge she grasped the mill with her
| left hand and firmly embedded one end of
| 1t in the fat of her corpuescent stomach,
| while she turned the tiny crank with her
| right.
| The ladies of Kostakes' household could
converse or carry on their domestic avoca-
tions without fear of intruding eyes. The
wall was very high, and the one house near
enough to overlook 1t had no windows on
that side. A pleasant place was that in
closure. albeit two long, shallow, ractangu-
lar tubs leaned against the wall of the
house taking the place of the legendary
guitar. They were washtubs, and ',pon
them Ayesha and Sauleima from time to
time played the stern music of necessity
A huge copper kettle, with a very black
bottom, stood near, another adjunct Of the
home laundry. In the middle of the court
was stone basin into which water ran
through tiny channel from the hydrant
in the wall.
of the mill and looking inside, that will
be enough / think. Well have a cup of
coffee first and then some dinner out here
under the tree. Look at those fish Did
b,r
you think l paid an oke for them?"
Ninety parades." suggested Ayesha.
only 80. l bought them of Greek
F'erende. clean them. that's good girl,
Wnlle make cup of coffee
Clean them yourself. | shall tell the eff
fendi of these insults when he comes and
he will make it hot for YOU
Poor Ferende. cackled Souema He
Will take on those silk trousers and put
them on Panayota. But you shouldn't com
plain now that your turn has come Better
people than you have been through the
same thing
IF you ever went through it," snapped
Ferende. lit was so long ago you can't re-
member II, and rising disdainfuly she
walked into the house. Souema raised the
coffee mill as though 10 hurl it after her
and then thinking better of the act let her
hand fall to her side
Maybe she'll be able to warm Kostakes
over again. she reflected aloud
Il don't believe It," replied Ayesha. Hes
crazy about this Greek. / never saw him
like this before"
Then why doesn't he
Il don't know. Perhaps he wants the girl
to love him"
Bah. She'll love him fast enough after
he breaks her spirit"
Souleima filled a ong-handled brass din
per from the hydrant and put into the
water the coffee. ground fine as dust, to-
gether with four teaspoonfus of sugar.
Then. screening her face with her left hand.
she kneeIed in front he fire
the dipper in the Goals until its contents
boiled over. Ayesha lifted the smoking
cylinder from the crotches, and, shaking it
violently for moment. set it up against
the side of the house
Shall l bring two cups or three?" she
called from the door of the kitchen.
Only two. Let Ferende make her own
coffee"
Hadn't better call her?'
You'll only get insulted if you do. The
nasty cat!'