The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1901-09-13
CHAPTER VII.
At Hassem's House.

Ulin had lost none of her wondrous
beauty; but she had become pale, and
the healthy flash of the eye was gone.
Late in the evening she sat in her
chamber, with her brow resting upon
her hand, and ever and anon a deep
sigh escaped her.
my dear, good mistress spoke AL
bia, gliding to the side of the princess,
and resting her hand affectionateiy
upon her arm, st cannot bear to see
you suffer so. What is it,"
1T is nothing, Abba" Ulin spoke
without raising her head, and her
voice was low and sad.
Don't tell me that" urged the at
tendant. She got down upon her knees,
and gazed earnestly up into Ulin's face
ooh, my dear lady, you are misera-
BILE and unhappy Why will you not
pour out your sorrows to me? Perhaps
| can help you bear them. You know
I love you; you know that 1 will be
faithf,l. Tell me all, and I will suffer
with you if | can; and l will help you
if there is help to be had. AS live at
this moment, So if it should appear to
me necessary, would lay down my life
for your welfare. Will you not trust
me?"
"Ulin leaned her head forward upon
Albia's shoulder, and burst into tears.
ooh, Abba, you are my friend-you
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and l cannot tell you how grateful l
am"
"They why will you not lift the veil
from your sorrow, and allow me to
feel still more for you?"
81 had almost resolved to tell you,
Abba"
"Then make the resolution sure, and
admit me to your fullest confidence"
The princess dried her eyes, and
finally lifted her head from her COM
panion's shoulder.
Dear Abba, l know not how to COM
mence. 1 am a child-a poor, foolish
child-as you will say when | have
told you all. You will say that de-
serve to suffer, and that punishment
should be mine"
NAY, my lady" responded the bond
maiden; you must not commence in
that way Tell me first all the cause
of your sorrow; and leave it for me to
base my own judgment Come-trust
me, and let me give you all my SYM
pathy."
A few moments the princess was ST
lent, and then she said. with a low
tremor in her voice:
''Dear Abba, when I said that 1
would marry with the king 1 did not
think what was doing. That strange
dream, so wonderfully repeated, led
my father to breach the subject, and
did not refuse. When he talked of
my being queen, and of my giving
birth to king to king of Damascus,
thought it might be my duty to offer
myself l did not then know Koran.
But-now-I have learned new things
dread the fate which have courted.
fear and loathe the man whose wife
have promised to become. When
first promised to give myself to Koran
felt that could perform the duty
without the sacrifice of any real vir-
tue or comfort of life But, oh, how
changed it has all become. Not only
does my whole nature shrink from the
sacrifice, but it seems as though fate
worse than death were involved in the
ordeal. Last night dreamed that Ho-
ram was my husband, and that he
meant to kill me. He did not plan to |
drown me. as he did poor Helena; but |
he declared that l should be thrown
alive into den of wild beasts. 1t
makes you shudder, Abba"
"Oh, how terribler'
And yet, my dear girl, dreamed |
that l felt a relief when knew that
death was coming, even though it was
to come so dreadfully. Just think what
a state OF mind that must be. oh. It