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of the doorway, white and vivid blue of the
mans clothing, the yellow light OF the sun beating
down on the plCture,-this scene photographed upon
her brain as she swiftly passed. always to remain
with Mary a symbol of the magic of Egypt the
magic of color.
The three hours by rail to Cairo gave her country
glinpses of Egypt. Along the banks of the canal
that flowed on either side of the railroad moved an
unending professionals of Canes laden with
grain, Arabs astride tiny donkcyS, with
graceful water Jars on their heads. men with flowing
black robes walking with stately mien To Mary
these scenes, proceeding ever the same on the
straight lines of the canal seemed a huge living freze
wherein pictured Egyptian life and labor just
the marble rieZes of the ParthenOn that she had
studied in the British Museum, classic Greek life
caught IN yeowed old Parian goes on 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 huts huddled close together
reminded Mary of the earth bored homes of insects.
Outside against their walls squatted black gowned
figures, like midnight specerS 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 scene like brilliant hum
mingbird.
A last, Egypt full lowered in Cairo Cleopatra OF
cities, whose alluring charm, once felt haunts
all travel lovers, and pulls upon their heartsrings
always in the season when the Arabs selling viO-
lets and roses in her streets,
Mary did not have to wait long at the Cairo depot
for Jacks dragoman. Mohammed, he
her. She heard a soft insulating voice saying,
Il Mohammed Hassan. 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 Sit and his Baby up to Luxor.
| take heap Americans up the Nile, and they very
greatly pleased with me for dragoman."
Mary greeted Mohammed joyuly. 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 a friend in a strange new
world. Mohammed had rugged honest face and
soft, watchful eyes. His deferential, protecting
manner reminded Mary pleasantly of the oldtime
groes in her Southern home, and she felt at a
confding reliance upon him. Mohammed, however
arrayed III more exquisite fashion than any serv-
tor Mary had ever seen. He wore flowing Seeved
embroidered sky blue garment that fell loosely
his feet and tuttered with his every motion. This
outer robe opened in front and showed a black
striped, yellow satin robe beneath. Bright yellow
sandals and a red and yellow silk turban lent yet
more Joy his costume
Mr.. Clay he from Chicago. Are you from
his village?" Mohammed politely inquired of Mary
My master say me, when Sit 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 90
with you on to Luxor where my master be, he not go
until afternoon SIX O'Clock"
The worls comm to en-! The Scrpters is full