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

yes. several times
And pardon me. she said that she loved
you?"
Now that you ask me. I don't believe
she did. No. she didn't. But didn't have
much time, you see
Lindbohm held out his big, soft hand,
and Curtis grasped it.
We will not turn back" he said, I'VE
will find Panayota- And if Kostakes has
| insulted her we will punish him. though
| he flee to the ends of the earth"
old man. you're friend worth having"
| cried Curtis. wringing the hand which he
| held. IN never forget this till the last
| day of my life"
One of the insurgents, a former resident
of Canea. spoke considerable French. 1t
was through the medium of this man that
troop thus far. He called him now and
told him to get the men together, as they
must march. He feared lest Kostakes,
su"mising the smallness of their numbers,
might return to the attack
So they set forth in the moonlight, taking
with them the arms and other sDoils of
the dead Turks. of whom the number
proved to be eight. Their plan was to con-
ceal themselves somewhere in the fields
and get some sleep But half a mile out
of Gala Ia they encountered band of fifty
Cretan insurgents, young men of the re-
gion. armed to the teeth, and thirsting for
vengeance. These. learning that Lind
bohm was a foreign officer of approved
| mettIe. put themselves also under his
and camped in Galata. The next morning
he pushed vigorously after Kostakes-a
pursuit that was destined to last several
weeks. and that was prosecuted with
continually increasing band. Several en-
counters took place, and three Turkish viii
lagos We're destroyed, by way of repr!s:l.
They did not succeed in capturing Kos
takes. but two wounded Turks that fell
into their hands at different times told
them that Panayota was in his camp.
CHAPTER KILL
A Turkish woman, closely yelled and car
rying a black umbrella. walking along
the Spiadjia, or principal street of Cameo.
A nondescript urchin, barefooted in Cretan
breeches, with a tuft of black hair shooting
straight up through rent in his straw hat.
followed with string of red mullets and a
sheaf Of italian lettuce. AS the mysterious
woman passed the little group of men sit
ing under the awnings. in the doorways
of the shops. they turned their heads dis
creetly to one side. not even casting fur
tive glance at the dainty, embroidered slip
pears that now and then peeped out from
under the black robe. Turning down mar
row street, she tptoed along beneath the
projecting upper stories CT the houses with
that motion peculiar to women whose slip
pers are so constructed that they fall off If
the toe is not showed into them at every
successive step. Stopping for moment,
she drew a handkerchief from her bosom,
and, passing it under her viel, wiped her
face.
"Phew,' she said. Its hot Then, rails
ing her head she shifted the air sharply,
eagerly
Allah be praised,'' she exclaimed. Il be-
lieve that Ayesha is roasting coffee
The thought accelerated her footsteps 20
such extent that the rapid sliding of her
slippers on the path sounded like the pre-
paratory steps of jig dancer in the sand
box.
Yes. that's from our court, sure. I do
hope it's nearly ready to grind. What's so
delicious a fresh cup of coffee and a
glass of cold water when one is hot and
thirsty "
The aroma certainly proceeded from a
garden which the Turkish woman was now
approaching, and as she arrived at the mas
siye gate in The high adobe wall the sound
Of a coffee rooster in motion could plainly
be heard within. Soueima gave the boy a
: penny, whereupon he set up such loud
and vplube protest that she obliged to
give him five paras more, with threat to
open the gate and let out an imaginary dog
of fearful biting powers if he did not in
stantly depart. The boy out of the way
Snuleima knocked upon the gate.
"AyeSha Ferende, let me in she cried.
Go open the gate, it's Souleima," said a
voice within.
Go yourself. When did l become door
ocener?'
'.Bahr' Don't you see can't leave the
coffee? It'll burn