Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-08-01
CHAPTER XIV.
By the Blue Bosphorus.
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That evening after light dinner in
the big table dhOte room Of the hotel
we strolled in the shutdown to the Galata
bTidEe-that rickety wooden structure
across which passes in hourly panorama
every type of European and of Asiatic.
from the frock-coated, top-hatted Paris
Ian to the Arab in his burnouse, the
Syrian In his turban. the waddling yelled
woman the wild, armed kurd from
his far-off native steppe.
We paused for a few moments to watch
the phantasmagoria Of life around us.
From the minarets Of st. Sophia and all
the smaller mosques came the clear dis
tinct voices of the priests calling the
faithful to prayer while on our left
stretched the broad. ripping waters of
the Bosphorus. golden in the glorious
shutdown.
We took the steamer from the bridge,
across to Scutari, the ancient town on
the opposite side of the Bosphorus in
Asia. and so We left the European shore
and stood together on deck looking back
upon Constantinople standing upon its
hill. crowned by its white domes and
tall minarets. and presenting truly
fairylike picture in the soft eastern
glow.
AS the putting little steamer plowed her
way across the calm blue straits that
separate two continents we passed many
caiques full of Turks taking their airing
31teT the neat ana DOfQen or the DAY ,
while more than one steam launch flying
the flag of foreign embassy passed us
on the way up the Bosphorus to Therapia
that town of white palaces at the water
edge. where the representatives of foreign
powers have their summer quarters.
All was calm and peaceful. brilliant,
never-to-be-forgotten evening.
On landing we made our way up the
narrow cobbled street Of Scutari and
climbed the green hill which overlooked
he Of re
init we sat down together to rest and to
admire the glorious crimson blaze of the
oriental afterglow.
Granny had scarcely uttered word
since We had stepped from the steamer
half an hour before, except to remark
upon the indomitable enterprise of the
Germans in building the Anatolia railway.
the head of which lay at our feet, and
the end was destined 10 he some port
far away in the Persian gulf.
He took out one of his pet Bogdanoffs
and lit 1t slowly. His big, clean-shaven
face was pale and troubled. So unlike his
usual self was he that had passed him in
q crowded street I would scarcely have
recognized him. He seemed to have aged
twenty years since that evening in Buch-
Arrest. when he had told me of Garshore' $
triCkery.
AT last he broke the silence
You've told me. Phil. very little about
Myra. How does she take my sudden
absence? You say that she still be-
lieves In me-" he asked. with sigh.
She does. notwithstanding the abom-
Unable accusations made by Garshore."
The curt he cried savagely, clench-
ing his fist. Il wonder what his game
is? Why has he gone there purposely to
expose me?"
II can't discern his motive-unless-'
Il know what's at the back of your
mind Phil" he said quickly. You
think, as / do. that he may have as
p,rations to Myra's hand-eh?'
nodded in the affirmative.
He shall never have her. cried the
desperate man, between his teeth. I'D
kill her. much as l love her, before I'd
allow her TO sacrifice herself to him..
Calm yourself. my dear Granny"
said. She hates the fellow-she's told
me So
II suppose he's told Mr.. Stapeton the
truth-that I'm not rich man. as I've
pretended to be-tiiat-that l make money
by my wits, and all that?'
Il take IL that he has.
Then Myra's father is now against
me. He may turn her from me also.
When q woman loves man as dearly