Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-24

his burden down by the gate when an old
woman came from the house with a pail
going to we'll in the garden for water
Good mother" Ellerey called out Il
would claim your hospitality"
The woman turned to look at him then
set down the pail and came to the gate.
What is it? Defend us, there's blood on
him. she exclaimed pointing at the pros
trate man.
IAN attack in the night by some ruffians
who would have murdered u.s. good mother.
Ny comrade is wounded. you see. Will you
give him rest here while l go into the city
for help?'
1T is i'll work assisting strangers" an
swered the woman.
Look at me; is there not honesty in my
face?''
Aye. l quarrel not with your face. but
there is that on your tongue which does
not greatly please me-
THE accent of a foreigner" asked Ell
lerey. Shall 1 tell you a secret? The
time is coming when you shall have little
enough of such accent through the
length and breadth of the land
For such prophecy you are welcome"
She answered. opening the gate. You may
come in"
Ellerey carried his companion up the gar
den path, and with the help of the woman
and her grandson. who stared in wonder at
their coming, soon had him. comfortably
placed a pallet in the little room.
Send DIR. Goldberg to me-" said his com
panion; "he lives close to the palace. and
Is friend and discreet
The mention of the name caused Ellerey
to look closely at the mans face for a mo-
ment. He had been true comrade. and
Elerey had given little thought to his
identity; now he wondered. and smile
wrinkled the corners of his mouth.
His companion in safe keeping. Ellerey
began actively to consider his own affairs.
He knew DR.. Goldberg by reputa ton, but
he had no desire to visit him just now. To
invent a tale to satisfy the doctor would be
4 Eat1It and milo oil no loft IN ha
wounded man. He took up his companions
cloak-he could hardly go into the city rs
he was-and then left the room, reckoning
the woman to follow him.
IT will send the doctor at once, good
mother" he said. land there is something
to help my poor thanks. Can you give me
a piece of paper and lend me a pencil?"
The golden coins clnking in her hand
would have purchased far greater service.
The pencil and paper We're brought, and
Ellerey wrote rapidly for a few moments;
then tore the paper in half. He folded each
portion carefully, placing one in his pocket,
the other he kept in his hand.
eff the lad would earn something, send
him after me quickly" he said, and then he
went up the garden path and took the road
to the city.
In a few moments the boy overlook him.
DO you know the palace. my lad?"
Yes"
ITO the right of it there is large
II know it." answered the boy; 1.-THE for
| eigners who hate us live there"
II would curb that young tongue Of
| yours. you'll be using 1t squealing for
| mercy under the whip. Ask there for DR..
| Goldberg's house, and give him this paper.
| Do you understand"
| The lad nodded.
Run quickly then, and afterward come
| to me in the Grand Place You know the
| statue of King Ferdinand there? / shall
| be beside il. Away with you. The quicker
| you do your errand, the greater your re-
| ward"
The lad needed second bidding He
| started off at brisk trot, and Elerey pur-
| sued his way to the city. The gates were
open, and there were few abroad in the
streets as yet; but the thought of the many
hands which had sought TO dispatch him in
the garden last night made Ellerey proceed
with greater caution than he had ever ex-
ercised. Only a few in the dim light could
have seen his face sufficiently to recognize
him. but he drew the cloak up to his chin
and concealed his face as much as possible.
He avoided the larger thoroughfares, being
industrious of meeting any acquaintance;
and in the smaller streets which he trav-
ersed he might at any moment come face
to face with one of that crowd he had SO
recently escaped from. He went warily.
therefore. looking for the slightest glance
| of recognition in the face of every man he
| met.
In the neighborhood Of the Grande Place
he fingered In a side street until he saw the