Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-17

man who the way, where before he has seen
none and recks not the obstacles
Madame Mavrocorthato turned to the counsellor
Father, she said in Greek will you please leave
us now? Another time may tell you why"
=. The counsellor looked surprised, but bowed po-
Good breeding saves much explaining
Weir sprang from the carriage. 81 will bring
him here in minute he said.
and say .Venes! He will think YOU one Of the
Sultans secret European agents: and will follow
will go to his death without a scene
The Sultan in the mosque and
Weir was unable to find Takshan Pasha anywhere
He concluded that the Pasha of those who
had been invited to witness the unwilling of the
Mantle of the Prophet He did not know however
that within the mosque the Sultan had pointedly
turned his back on the man upon whom he had de-
lighted to shower the most distinguished honors I'D
to the last few minutes
When the Sultan came out and jumped into his
victoria, taking the reins himself as was his
custom when returning from the mosque, Weir
managed to get near Takshan Pasha, who carried
himself in his unmerted disgrace as erectly as he
had during his unsought for exaltation Just as he
about to mount his horse, the American touched
him on the shoulder
The old man turned, and the eyes of the two met
for an instant as steel meets steel. What do you
wish" Takshan Pasha asked courteously
"Come!"
For second the old Pasha stood rigid Then he
gesture of the hand, as if to say 'Kismet," he fol-
lowed the American.
During the short walk to Madame Mavrocorthato's
carriage, it seemed to Weir that he had never
doomed up so conspcuously before. AS matter of
fact, only few persons had noticed him address
Takshan Pasha, and those few had not looked again
1t is well not even to the fall of a favorte who
is favor1te
When they reached the brougham, the door
opened from within The two men stepped
inside. The coachman laid his whip his
horses backs and off thrOuph the lane
which their frantic plunging made for them in
the crowded streets.
Takshan Pasha looked bewildered when he
recognized Madame Mavrocorthato. "Have
not made mistaken" he asked, his cour-
tesy asserting itself even in the presence of his
i great danger.
a Weir could not understand him Madame
: answered.
mo, there is no mistake We saw your
s~ danger, and this young American volunteered
= - to save you"
{<tG Takshan Pasha drew himself up, his Otto
I F. man pride resenting the thought of saving
AEs himself against the august wishes of his mas
Madame Mavrocorthato, divining what was
i in his mind, leaned toward him, her eyes
shining. When the storm is over, you can
come forth again. Now you must think not
of your pride, but of your daughter
my daughter!" he repeated, hope lighting
his eyes.
what would become of her, alone and defense
less in Therapia?"
Takshan Pasha did not speak, from the bitter
disappointment that her words gave him. by
showing that she knew nothing of Rhasneh.
Yet at the mention of his daughter, his own
pride and all else faded away into insignif-
canoe; and his face, which had been unmoved
at disgrace and death for himself, showed the agony
of his mind in regard to her.
Madame Mavrocorthato noticed his expression
with sudden CONSERVATION She recalled the plan for
Rhasneh to meet Weir at the Bridge of Galata
on the night after he had been thrown into prison.
She laid her hand on the old mans arm. and. in