The Washington times., 1902-09-21

write" or danger" according to the
other things with it. One cardamor
means Jealousy, but when any article
is duplicat ted in an object-letter It loses
its symbolic meaning and stands merely
for one of number indicating time, OF
If incense, curds, or saffron be sent also
place. The message ran then: "a Wild
ow-dhak flower and bhusa-at II
o'clock" The pinch of bhusa enlight-
ened Treiago. He saw-this kind of let
ter leaves much to instructive know1-
edge-that the bhusa referred to the
big heap of cattle food over which he
had fallen in Amir Maths Gully, and
that the message must come from the
person behind the grating, she being a
widow. So the message ran then: "a
widow, in the gully in which is the heap
of bhusa, desires you to come at II
o'clock"
Trejago threw all the rubbish in the
fireplace and laughed. He knew that
men in the East do not make love under
windows at IL in the forenoon. nor do
women fix appointments a week in ad-
vance. So he went, that very night at
II, into Amir Maths Gully, clad in a
boorka, which cloaks man as well as
a woman. Directly the gongs in the city
made the hour, the little voice behind
the grating took up THE Love Song Of
Har Dyal at the verse where the Pan
than girl calls upon Har Dyal to return.
The song is really pretty in the YER
nacular. In English you miss the wall
of it. 1t runs something like this:
Alone upon the housetops to the North
turn and watch the lightning in the Sky
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or / die!
Below my feet the still bazaar is laid
Far. far below the weary camels lie
The camels and the captives of thy raid,
Come back to me, Beloved, or l die,
Ny fathers wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my fathers house am l.
Ny bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or die.
AS the song stopped, Trejaro stepped
up under the grating and whispered: II
am here"
Bisesa was good to look upon.
In the daytime Trejago drove through
his routine of office work, or put on his
calling clothes and called on the ladies
of the station, wondering how long they
would know him II they knew OF poor
little Bisesa. AT night, when all the
city was still, came the walk under the
evil-smelling boorka, the patrol through
Jitha Megji's bustee, the quick turn into
Amir Mathis Gully between the sleeping
cattle and the dead walls, and then, last
of all, Bisesa, and the deep, even
breathing of the old woman who slept
outside the door OF the bare little room
that Durga Charan allotted to his sis
ter's daughter. Who or what Durga
Charan was, Trejago never inquired.
And why in the world he was not dis
covered and knitted never occurred to
him till his madness was over, and BIZ
sesa- But this comes later.
After month Of this folly the ext
gencies of his other life compelled Tre-
iago to be especially attentive to LADY
of his acquaintance. You may take it
for a fact that anything of this kind is
not only noticed and discussed by a
mans own race. but by some hundred
and fifty natives as we'll. Treiago had to
walk with this lady and talk to her at
the bandstand, and once or twice TO
drive with her. never for an instant
dreaming that this would affect his dear
er out-of-the way life. But the news
flew, in the usual mysterious fashion,
from mouth to mouth. till Bisesa's du-
emma heard of 1t. and told Bisesa. The
child was SO troubled that she did the
household work evilly. and was beaten
by Durga Charan's wife in consequence.
A week later Blsesa taxed Trejago
with the Irritation She understood no
gradations and spoke openly. Trejago
laughed and Bisesa stamped her little (!