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why do you go TO sun for an example
OF heroism?" cried Michali1 springing to his
viii viii tell ell you Of the deeds Of the brave sulie
ote women, and how they blew themselves
up with their own powder, ,bor have danced.
singing. over the edge of one Cliff to save
their honor why shall he not tell rather
of the convent Of Arkadisr
"Ah, certainly, certainly>tell them Of Ar
kadie.' cried the demaruh. catching the
name.
ut was Mustapha, Pashs," continued MI
chali. speaking RAPIDLY despite his unfa-
miliarity with English. >, His fists were
clenched. and he 5erked out the words by
nervously shifting the air. as though beat
ing on an invisible table.
He had come with very many Turks to
Rethymo. He kills. he burns. The women.
many Of them pregnant. and the small
children. they cannot climb over the hills
and sleep on the rocks. They take asylum
in the monastery OF Arkadie, on south side
Mt. Ida. The old men go. too. Mustapha.
he puts cannon on mountains all around
and fires down from above. By and by he
beats down the walls, and his army rush
into the court. He say Yield The women.
the old men. the friars. they say No. we
der and they shoot from the windows. Oh,
they kill very many Turks. Then Mus
tapha bring in his cannon and he COM
mence shoot at walls Of building. Pretty
Hegoumenos, he see this. He shout through
the roar Of the cannon Shall we die. my
children, or shall we yield?' They say all
together. We shall der"
Lndbohm was stridng up and down be-
fore the speaker. The demarch still held
the rattan cane. but the lieutenant was
making home thrusts with his closed fist.
Father Gabriel, he stretched out his arms.
the children, the old men. The Hegoume
nos blesses them; he say, Father, into Thy
hands commit these souls! Then he goes
down cellar. They know where he gone.
hot hoh hta,f ftcxl,f Nj h0cr rtv,
to sing the hymn of liberty, and the men
join in. They are all looking to the sky
and chanting" and Michali sang:
From the bones Of the Greeks upspringing,
Who died that we might be free,
And the strength Of thy strong youth bring
ing
Hail Liberty! Hail to thee!
Every moment a bullet comes through
and kills somebody. but they know nothing
now except the song Hail. Liberty Then
the wall falls and In rush the Turks and
begin to kill. when boom the powder
magazine roars like one gun. and all are
dead-Greeks. Turks, all dead-Ah! all dead
together-two hundred Turks"
But the demarch, not understanding all
enthusiasm Of the others. He was anxious
to continue with his picture gallery.
This he said, 'is the Lordus Beeron,
who, being descended from the ancient
for his native land"
Curtis. despite his enthusiasm for Byron,
did not rise. He had seen that woodcut be-
fore, In Athens 1t represented the youth
fui poet wearing brass cavalry helmet
with sublime plume. This is the Byron
honored among the uneducated classes in
Greece who know him as soldier and not
as poet. With nodding plume and warlike
eye he frowns terribly down from the dingy
walls OF thousand khans and waysIde
inns. In this apotheosis he no longer holds
high converse with Shelley and Tom Moore,
he hobnobs with Ypsilanti, Bozzorts and
Admiral MiauouliS
This continued Kur' Nlkolaki, 'is the
most most beautiful woman in the world. I
nave never found any one who knew her
name. but all agree that she is q Greek
probably Sphakiote''
Lindbohm and Michali gazed earnestly at
the cheap engraving. but no name was
visible Curtis arose, and. Placing his hand
on the mayors shoulder, hoped across the
room.
AN American actress. by Jover he sx-
claimed She's a beauty. indeed but
she's an American. old man" And in Greek
TO the mayor: She's an American-ah-I
can't think Of the word for actor Michali.
tell him her picture is to be found in every
nook and Granny Of the civilized globe 1
can't say nook and Granny in Greek"
CHAPTER vi.
"Hello! cried Lindbohm. whats the
hubbub?"
1t was the morning Of the "a Of May.
Curtis and his two friends were sitting In
the mayors cafe, partaking of muddy black
coffee served in tiny cups
Noisy voices. as Of an increasing and ex-
cited throng. were audible Michali, the
but were almost Immediately swept back
inside on the crest of an, angry human
wave Two or three tall young shepherds
with long crooks In their left hands and
with hairy cioaks thrown over their shoul-
ders. were hinging their fists in the air and
shouting hearsely. Papas- Malecko, fully as
tall as they, and looming above them by the
height OF his priests hat. was fourishing
angrily bit of letter paper. and evidently
attempting to outyell them. His head was
thrown back and his great black beard.
1erked by his rapidly moving chin. twitched
and danced upon his breast. Every moment
more men. women and children crowded
into the cafe, until tho interior became
thronged to suffocation. Curtis setzel the
little table that stood before him firmly
with both hands and pulled It over his
lame foot.
The demarch. clambsrins upon a bench,
shouted and gesticulated. evidently for or
length resulted In partial quiet. and he be-
gan to speak. He finished and stepped
down. Then one Of the shepherds JUMPED
Upon the improvised platform. He was no
told his story. But tits was evidently a
case where facts wcre eloquent, for his
voice was soon drowned in an unextdnguish
able roar. in the midst CT which Papas Ma
AcSho dH8 upol uHolI.eF Dencn and COM
menced to speak. still shaking the bit of
paper. Silence again fell. Curtis could un-
derstand scarcely anything. Each of the
speakers talked SO iaptily that the words
seemed all Joined together into one word of
interm.nable length. Besides in their OK
citement, they were screaming one moment
ard talking in hoarso guttcral the next
He only knew that he was listening TO an
outl urst Of wild. crude eloquence-the elo-
queEce OF passion-the exaitation of right
eous indignation. When the priest had fin-
ished he tore tho paper into Little bits and
threw them into the air with thumbs and
fingers extended like the ribs Of a fan, the
Greek gesture of q curse.
Nal" he cried.
In the moment of silence. OF evident per-
plexity, which followed Curtis arose, and
selling Michali firmly by the shoulder, pull
ed E:m nearer.
What in heavens name is all this7" he
asked
Bad. very bad" replied the Crstan.
''kostakes Effendi. with $50 mon. has two
villages destroyed on other side of noun
tain. and kill many people. He write letter
and say we send him Panayota, tho priests
daughter. for his harem. he go way. II no.
he come through the pass. burn. kill"
Curtis sank upOn the seat and sforod