The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1901-07-17
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Bela-faire- peur. And he brought the
boy safe over a stretch of six leagues
IN a fight for life, though the imp no
more deserved the compassion than a
scorpion that had spent all its noxious
day singing at every point of uncoy-
cred flesh would merit tenderness from
the hand it had poisoned.
| When he was swung down from the
saddle and laid in front Of vedette fire,
sheltered from the bitter north wind
that was then blowing cruelty, the
bright, black, apelike eyes of the gam gam
| in opened with strange CLEAN in
them.
/ ..Picpon will remember he muir
INJURED
Cecil himself, having waeered, fed
and Uttered down his tired horse, made
| his way to a little cafe he commonly
frequented and spent the few sous he
could afford on an iced draft of lemon
favored drink. Eat he could not. Over
fatigue had given him a nausea for
| food.
"A few doors farther in the street
there was a quaint place Kept by an
old Moor, who had some of the rarest
and most beautiful treasures of Al
gerian workmanship in his long dark
silent chambers. With this old man
Cecil had something of a Friendships;
he had protected him one day from the
Indigenes, and the Moor, warmly crate
full, was ever ready to give him a cup
OF coffee and a hubble bubble in the
stiffness of his dwelling. It's resort
| was sometimes welcome to him as the
one spot quiet and noiseless, to which
| he could escape out of the continuous
| turmoil of street and of barrack, and
he went thither now
No coffee. no sherbert, thanks, good
father, said Cecil, in answer to the
| Moors hospitable entreaties Give
me only license to sit III the quiet here.
/ am very tired.
sit and be welcome, my son. said
!, Ben Arsli. Whom should this roof
shelter in honor, if not thee? Musjid
shall bring thee the supreme solacs. z
Il The supreme solace was narghile,
| and it's great bowl of roseWater was
soon set down by the little Moorish
{ lad at Cecil's side. Whether fatigue
really weighted his eyes with slumber.
or whether the soothing sedative Of
! the pipe had its influence, he had not
sat long in the perfect stiffness of the
. 1oor's shop before he slept-the heavy,
dreamless sleep of intense exhaustion.
/ Ben Arsi glanced at him, and babe
Musjid be very quiet. Half an hour
or more passed none had entered the
place. The grave old Ioslem was half
| slumbering himself, when there came
a delicate odor of perfuned laces A
| delicate rustic of silk swept the floor
nd a lady's voice asked the price of an
{ ostrich egg superbly mounted in gold.
Ben Arsi opened his eyes-the chas-
seur slept on: the newcomer was one
OF those great ladies who now and
then winter ia Algeria.
The Moor rose instantly, with pro-
found salaams, and began to spread
before her the richest treasures of his
stock, and throughout her survey Ben
Arsli kept her near the entrance and
Cecil slept on unaronsed
A roll Of notes had passed from her
hand to the hoslem's, and she was
about to glide out to her carriage
when lamp which hung at. the far
ther end caught her fancy.
SIS that for sale?' she inquired.
As he answered in the affirmative
I she moved up the shop and, her eyes
being lifted to the lamp, had drawn
close to Cecil before she saw him.
When she did so she paused near in
establishment. z
rs that soldier asleep?'
He IS. madame, softly answered
the old man in his slow, studied
French. He comes here to rest some
times out Of the noise. He was very
tired today and, think, i'll, would he
have confessed. =
.Indeed!0 Her eyes fell on him with
compassion. He had fallen into an 1T
titude of much grace and of utter ex-
haustion. His head was uncovered
and rested on one arm, so that the