Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-08-01

of the doorway white and vivid blue of the
mans clothing the yellow light of the sun beating
down on the plcture,-thls scene photographed upon
her brain as she swiftly passed. always to remain
with Mary symbol of the magic of Egypt the
magic OF color.
The three hours by rail to Cairo gave her country
glimpses of Egypt. Along the banks of the canal
that flowed on either side of the railroad moved an
amending procession trains OF camels laden with
grain, Arabs astr1de tiny donkeys women with
graceful water jars their heads men with flowing
black robes walking with stately mien. To Mary,
these scenes proceeding ever the same the
straight lines of the canal seemed huge living freze
wherein pictured Egyptian life and labor just
in the marble frezes of the Parthenon that she had
studied in the British Museum classic Greek life,
caught In yeoWed old PaT1an goes its changeleSS
way.
Arab villages of ocher colored mud dotted the yell
low desert beyond the lines of the canals. These
little round and square hus huddled close together
reminded Mary of the earth bored homes of insects.
Outside against their walls squatted black gowned
figures, like midnight specters haunting openly be-
meath the brilliant sun. Near one such group Mary
saw an Arab clad in dazzling blues and yellows,
Cairo dragoman visiting his country home. He
frightened the squalid like brilliant hum
mingbird.
A T last Egypt full lowered in Cairo Cleopatra of
I cities, whose auring charm, felt, haunts
all travel lovers, and pulls upon their heartstrngs
always in the when the Arabs selling vo-
lets and in her streets!
Mary did not have to wait long at the Cairo depot
for Jacks dragoman. Mohammed, as soon as he
caught glimpse of the Babys face pushed his way
to her. She heard soft, insinuating voice saying
Il Mohammed Hassan. l get your telegram l come
meet Mr.. Clay his Baby. take good care of you and
the Baby. Mr.. Clay write me if he not here when you
come Mohammed bring Slit and his Baby up to Luxor.
l take heap Americans up the Nile, and they very
greatly pleased with me for dragoman.
Mary greeted Mohammed joyfully She gave him
a radiant Southern smile. From that moment he
would have protected her with his life. And Mary
felt that she had found friend in strange new
world. Mohammed had rugged, honest face and
soft, watchful eyes. His deferential, protecting
manner reminded Mary pleasantly of the oldtme
groes in her Southern home and she felt at
confding reliance upon him. Mohanrned, however.
arrayed exquisite fashion than any servi
tor Mary had He flowing sleeved,
embroidered, sky blue garment that fell loosely to
his feet and futtered with his every motion. This
outer robe opened in front and showed black
striped yellow satin robe beneath. Bright yellow
sandals and red and yellow silk turban lent yet
JOY to his costume.
Mr.. Clay, he come from Chicago. Are you from
his village?" Mohammed politely inquired of Mary.
My master say to me- when Slit come take her to
Shepherds Hotel, he continued as he helped Mary
into the open cab. Then my master say show you
Cairo and take you the Pyramids. The train go
with you to Luxor where my master be, he not go
until afternoon six o'clock"
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