Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-27

but | have not an acquaintance with HIM.
"And do you think you could take letter
to him, without letting anyone know of it
not your mother nor anyone!"
81 am sure l could, if it is not too big let
ter" Xeny assured her.
No, it will only be wee little letter. He
does not know my name even, and if he loves
me as love him he must have suffered many,
many torrents"
Yes, especially if Haleb Bey has drownded
drowned him, she corrected herself.
Xeny, do not talk in that dreadful way!'
Rhasneh cried. Il cannot bear to think that
he has been hurried. But we cannot stay here
any longer. promised to bring you back in
little time. Tomorrow you must come to
luncheon with mel shall send Tsatsar-ab-
harlem for you-and then l shall give you the
little letter.
With this understanding they returned to
the Mavrocorthato villa and parted.
The next day, on leaving Rhasneh, Xeny
carried the precious letter for Weir and felt
that she was playing great part in the affairs
of her friends. She had already carried letters
between Chrysanthy and her lover, but these
were the commonplace sort of persons of which
ones own family consists. Now, with Rhasneh
and this strange man from barbarian land,
she felt that she was becoming person of in
ternational importance. She stepped along
high headed by the side of Tsatsar- b-harlem.
The motto of her family was Fear No Man,"
and Xeny lived up to it. The letter was in the
lining of her hat, where Rhasneh had put it,
and it was not until she remembered that, this
being her best hat, she would not be allowed
to wear it the next day, that she began to be
troubled. Arrived at her house, she insisted
on putting away her hat herself.
THE obstinate little thing!" Miss Katy ex-
claimed. who wants to put away the silly
hat?"
81 will not have a servant touch my hat!"
Xeny said loftiy, hot tempered.
II shall tell your mother what you have
called me-" the sensitive Miss Katy declared,
and Xeny began her service to Rhasneh by
going to bed on bread and water, and gloried in
her sacrifice.
When they thought her asleep, she crept
from her little bed and secured the letter from
her hat. Then she found that her difficulties
were no less than before. Where to put it! 1t
seemed as if all places she could think of were
where everybody would be most likely to look.
Finally, she could think of none better than
between the mattresses she was lying on. And
there it lay, and reused her from her sleep
dozen times in the night with fearful dreams
that it was being stolen from her by different
persons-from Miss Katy, dressed up that
She looked like Haleb Bey, to Weir himself,
with bag of stones tied about his neck.
While Xeny was dressing the next morning
she managed to secure the letter, without
being noticed, and place it in her little corselet
little conspirator looked for Weir, and after
her return, unsuccessful, she kept her little
face glued to the windows of her nursery, in
hope of seeing him in the garden. But two
days passed, and still Xeny was unable to
deliver her trouble giving letter.
When at last she saw Weir and performed
her sensational introduction to him, she still
failed to give him the letter, because to get at
it she practically had to undress-a contin-
gency she had not foreseen when she hid it so
securely All the way home after seeing him
her little brain was at work to solve her new
difficulty. She recalled how rudely she had
| thrown her ball at him to attract his attention,
and the inspiration came to her to hide the let