New-York tribune., 1910-05-08
MAGAZINE F
The Garden of Fate
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the embraces of the Berber girl or the C4iN"N'
careSSes of his son. t.. :. 1eated
,,ae+ th,. Iat+iCed windows. filtered down IRON,
the galleries cried from the terrace ROOFS, 81
on the wings Of the winds. ana won -N1 DdCN 'ao
love of the wild Berbers, who had IaiITleu I- =.
that he had taken to wife another Deslde3 tlL
daughter of their sheik. Once more tneE 49, sst
their heads and called him the hope OF the IdIliI-
full although not speaking OF the o,her f- Wol1.a-
openly; for such IS against the VI
creed.
wIHO NAV read the souls OF men or the ways
w of Allah2 Who can tell why lne CiidLet
was permitted to come here IN the GsaL uItI y
Fate But it came | cannot say wny' 1or
ar, GIVING YOU only the legend as told 20 me
with all its detail its awfulnesS, ITS uitlliiaUe
horror. 1 -+
He Daused for moment and moved rest
IessIv stared at the fountain, and then gave d
- IoTycrino sweep of his eyes toward the
room behind the dinly outlined gray WaiIS
which shone high above the garden: ana tIe
rnotio1lless trees which seemed listening 20 IiS
recountal of the scenes they nad "ltIieS9eu-
Who NAV know what Ell HaSan. the 1TlShty'
STRONG. courageous, and young. favored WIN
all that IS good in life. clean, and unSuSpectihg'
felt when he came into his garden one morning.
clad all in white-fOr he was simple man
and as he walked down the graveled pain past
the masses of flowers saw something tIItt
made him pause An African gardener WHO
had been trimming the shrubs Watched MN
from the corner of his eye while pretending 20
continue his labor. The birds above must nave
s+ooDed singing. and everything stood Snud-
derinoIy still The African said. long after.
that his face was something fearful to look
upon, that it distorted as II IN spaS1r. ana
that he stood still. looking meanwhile at tne
walls about the Garden Of Fate and then PACK
at the half clasp of a mans burnoose Wh1ch lay
in his open palm. Finally. with a gesture OF
disgust he threw the piece OF gold Tar on INTO
the depths OF thicket. his face cleared ana
he went on into the little house. where voice
was heard singing little lifting songs 10 paDy
which crooned in the delight OF HE
The gardener said that the Prince visit
was brief that morning. and that Wnen ne
went out he stopped at the portal III the lilu-
die wall and said in his quiet 1nc1S1Ve way thsaI
if he ever learned of the gate from the inner
garden being left unwarded by the slaves VINO
attended it, he would with his own ha1dS cut
off their lives. The slaves tre1nbled and SWore
that 1t had never been nor ever would oe ana %
vowed fathfulness to their charge; but II
Hasan still frowning and thoughtful. had gone
on before they finished
For time the affairs of the house passed
as before the Prince never seeing his bride
who had been given him by the Sultan. the
slaves watching the moon shining. the wind
stirring the trees and flowers, and the voice OF the
Berber mother singing throughout the day from
an overt1owing heart and listening for the creak-
ing hinges which always told her IN advance that
coming to his own,-dayS when the Prince
lounged in this secluded spot and read from
the books of many tongues he knew. and played
with the child whose words were beginning to
come or nights when he lay here on the veranda
with his head pillOwed cushions and listened
to the girlish voice in the wild songs OF the free
desert She had known. accompanied by the gen
tie tones of the zikarrah and the whispered
song of the fountain. nights when the birds
that knew her twittered sleepily from the
boughs of trees and the freflies whrled through
the air while they two talked and the boy
inside this oasis in the heart OF city slept as
babies sleep.
THERE came another morning when the
African saw the Prince stop as he walked
beside farther wall and pick up glove.
mans glove such as are by officers of the
black guard. This time he did not throw 1t
away; but clutched it ftIriously looked up at
the wall above. at the tiny cottage where the
woman was still asleep. and thrust it within
the folds of his burnooSe. Nor did he pass be-
tween the marble columns; but instead walked
with dropping head and nervous step out past
the fountain. beyond the Italian statues. and
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