Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-10

her to come back, and again lifting their prayers
to Allah to restore her to them. Only when the
east began to tighten with the dawn did they return
to the palace.
Takshan Pasha did not come to his palace for two
days, as has been told and during this time the
agony of suspense the poor slaves endured grew
continually greater and their terror stricken imagi-
nations kept inyenting new punishments which
their master would lnflict on them And the palace
became indeed prison, since Fahick ordered that
until Takshan Pasha returned word of their mis-
fortune should be made known, and to make
his orders were obeyed, permitted to leave
the palace.
Tsatsar-ab- harlem suffered most of all, not from
fear of punishment but from the infinitely worse
fears of what might have befalen her whom she
loved more than herself. She refused to eat or
drink, and lay all day long on her mattress, moaning
and sobbing
Come back to me- ,avoum! Come back to me-
flower of the almond treel" she implored
She was like Takshan Pasha: marriage with an
ndel had seemed the worst possible fate for Rhas-
neh, until worse appeared. But it seemed
worse to Tsatsar-ab-harlem to lose her whom she
loved
Fasting and praying and lamenting she lay pros
trate until noon of the second day, by which time
she was in pitab1e state She might have died on
her pallet from pure misery, had not the idea oc-
boys clothes might be able to tell her where Rhasneh
was.
The slave sprang to her feet crying, "Tsatsar-ab-
harlem, miserable woman that you are why did you
not think of this sooner? Go to her, old, ugly
woman; for she will tell you where your baby, your
white throated canary, ISL
trembling fingers she prepared for her journey to
Pera. Fahick knew her too well to try to stop her.
when she told him mysteriously that she was going
where she might get news of their lost mistress.
AS she stepped forth from the door of the palace
gust of wind blew wrath of smoke down
across her path Tsatsar -ab-harlem lost the
color that her hope had given her, and came
n back into the palace, shutting the door care
fully behind her.
"Vah, ydh!' she 1amented, cit is an evil
e1-sahibl Perhaps he it drove my Rhas-
neh from her home. And now he pursues me-
l must wait till he passes"
After few minutes the superstitous
cautiously opened the door a crack and
Peered out to see if the evil spirit was still
lying in wait for her. The coast was clear
and she hurried down to the quay. There
half-hour to wait for the boat, and
q Tsatsar-ab-harlem lost herself in delicious
II day dreams. If the Christian child knew
y where Rhasneh was-and this belief had taken
81 possession of her-then she would guide her
N to the young hanum. and oh, what rapture
81 hem of her Dress and to do her wishes!
III When the boat reached Constantinople,
~ Tsatsar-ab-harlem's one thought was to reach
: the Mavrocorthato house. 1.-The little Christian
= child will tell mel" she kept murmuring, and
n hurried thither as rapidly as her old legs could
carry her: She was ptiful sight when she
reached the house and rang the bell.
In the of Allah the only God of
this mighty land she said to the astonished
footman, Il want to see the young mistress
who dresses like boy!
The did not recognize her at first, and pushed
her away, taking her for beggar but the slaves
wailing voice told him that she the of
Hanum Rhasneh, daughter of Takshan Pasha, and
that she must see the little one
The footman carried the message up to Madame
Mavrocorthato, who sitting by the bedside of
Xeny, just recovering from her illness
Tell her that the child is i'll and see one,"
Madame Mavrocorthato answered thinking that the
only business the slave could have with Xeny
some small matter of dolls clothes :" Here" she
called he going away, tell her to give these
roses to her mistress with Miss Xeny's compli-
ments.''
When tho foo+r,,n da1;x,erad Madame Mo,,-ocor.