Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-01-21

one, there was nothing left save to bring
the wounded here quickly"
And this pariah and the girl7" asked
Ioda.
1.-The police. wisdom, came in time to
take the carrion to the hospital, but the
girl even fled with me and is in hiding
with thy women"
And the sahib, thou dog If be dies,
dost know what will befall thee?'
She leaned forward and glowered at him
and he dropped lower and still lower at
her feet, but answered her never word.
so, for a little shraub," she went on
pitilessly, thou wouldst risk my wrath
make me a byword with thy gutter friends
Thou fool! Thou mutwallah! Thou crooked
thing of evil! Dost thou think / will with
hold my hand for thy cringing there? Nay
thou unclean dog, / will scourge thee like
the hound thou art-and then thou shalt
drink OF the Omar of Dreams"
She sprang to her feet as the dwarf
caught her ankles, pressing his forehead
| to her sandals in a paroxysm of terror and
begging for mercy. But his touch seemed
to inf1ame her anger yet the more She
wrenched her foot from his grasp and,
forcing him back, set her sandal on his
brawny neck, and unclasping a heavy sill
yer girdle, she drew back her arm to strike.
Alif flung an arm across his eyes he
heard the hiss of the falling lash and his
flesh shrank curdling from its bite. The
girdle barely touched him, just trailed
across his naked flesh, but at each stroke
she leaned her weight on the foot that
pressed MS throat, though In all there
was barely force enough to hurt a child:
yet this mans flesh quivered and the sweat
poured freely forth, while he heaved and
groaned in agony and would have sworn
he sweated blood.
In a while she stayed her hand
and the man lay a shrunken, shiy-
ering heap, believing firmly that
he had been fairly cut to ribbons While
he lay groaning. the girl opened a little
cabinet and poured some liquid from a
craven flask into a little cup. and, having
added water, she bade him to come and
take it.
The poor fellow crawled across the rugs
and took the cup with palsied hand. He
looked at her once imploringly. but her face
was set like scornful fate. SO he steadied
the cup between his chattering teeth and
swallowed the contents.
He drank 1t kneellng and dropped the
cup with a clatter As his head fell for
ward the girl smiled a little scornfully
then with a touch of pity she put her hand
under the heavy chin, muttering. "Ahie,
poor Alif! Thou makest thine own tor
lures, verify"
She watched him a moment and then
made a sudden movement with her wrist,
at the Jointure of her hand, a twisting pres
sure on his forehead: them
Israel Ben Alif. awake! Awake, say.
and forget not thy terrible dreams"
He woke suddenly and with confusion and
began to tremble afresh. gaping around
with wondering fear. till Loda spoke again
and told him his penance was DONE On
catching the kindlier note in her voice, his
trouble was forgot and he fawned on her
like clumsy hound, catching the hem Of
her robe and pressing his lips to the sandals
that had spurned him so harshly.
And of all the men who had come and
gone In her life, there was none whose love
could compare with that of her slave, Bon
Israel Ben ALL that night.
eTo be continued tomorrow.)