The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1908-05-28

ne ulu not Know MS man. once Saddled
and the Moorish bit jammed home be-
tween his yellow teeth, which opera
tion usually entailed tying his feet
together with rope, or putting on a
twitch, he then became as gentle as a
sheep, after the way of many horses
in the East.
His master during the daytime gem
orally sat inside the doorway Of the
British consulate, looking at nothing,
now and then drinking a cup of sweet
green tea favored with leaves OF
mint. Never in all his time Of SER
vice, which had extended over years,
had he been sick or sore, or been
away upon holiday, SO that one
morning when he appeared, expression
less as usual, to ask permission to be
absent for week to go to Tangier, he
got 1t willingly Thanking the consul
in the unceremonious way man re-
turns his thanks in countries like
Morocco--w where, if permission is not
given at once. the man who asks usu-
ally takes II on himself to grant it.
he said, as if the thing had happened
to another my son is dead; little
Hamido whom you knew. | want TO
bury him among my people, after the
fashion of my folk"
An Afternoon Of Mystery.
Without a word about the viii Of
Allah, which, had he been an Arab, he
would have quoted gravely, partly to
show his faith and partly to conceal
his grief, he turned and left the room
What passed that afternoon in the
mysterious interior Of his house only
himself could tell Early next morn
ing, just as the furtiye streaks Of red
which split the sky into a sort Of pat
tern had appeared, about an hour be-
fore the dawn, the sleepy gatewards in
the dark passage under the massive
archway of the Bab-el-Gizeh received
his salutation as he passed out Of the
town
Mounted upon his pacing nag, his
gun beneath HIS thigh and balancing
a little bundle wrapped in white rags
upon the pommel Of his saddle, he
twitohed his bride, and making the
pony toss his head, and change his
feet twice or thrice hurriedly before
he fell into HIS pace struck into the
road.
Mufied IN his white haik. which
swathed him like mummy, silent
and sorrowful. bearing his little
dusky bundle balancing between his
body and the pommel Of his high red
saddle, the pony's footsteps deadened
In the sand. Blu Gidri passed so quiet
ly through the now sunlit plain, that
he appeared like death on his pale
horse. prowling around stealthily to
mark bis sheep All day he paced
along, Jerking his pony's mouth occa-
sionally after the Arab fashion, max
ing the bride ring against his teeth
when the beast broke his pace or
seemed to weary. and with his stirrup
pressed into It's side He passed the
great red hin trayersing first the
sandy lanes, hedged on both sides
with aloes and then the wood Of OIL
ives tan he stood on the ridge, from
which Fez looks like mere biotch Of
dazzling whiteness floating IN the air.
The MONDAY best caught him close 70
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sprinqa palm tree. with its roots IN
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info balancing carefully the /
n,ee. bn the saddle with his
other en laying 50 upon a
some B horse towards him
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