Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-19

and will not be delayed! He wishes to rest
after his great victory. His enemies have
been scattered to the winds. Open, | say!
Open!"
An excited murmur burst out from the
watch tower and ramparts and the gates
swung back. The cavalcade started for
ward, to be met by the CLEAN of swiftly
lighted torches to conduct his Majesty the
Sultan on his last ride. The Grand Vizir,
regaining some of his courage, dashed ahead,
shouting, MAKE way! Make way for the Sui
tan's own soldierS!" and instantly from both
sides the soldiers called, God prolong the
life of our illustrious lord and master"
Dick felt that even the Kaid's troopers in
the rear had for an instant wavered at this
breach of faith in bringing a dead man
through the gates, but that, once inside and
willing to attribute the sacrilege to the two
foreigners, they had regained their compos-
ure and were ready to present brave show
of triumph. They had barely passed through
and emerged into the broader street leading
toward the heart of the old city, before the
crowd began to augment. 1t came mysteri-
ously from the swung doors of walls and the
unbarred portals of many gates. Its con-
slant cry was, 1.-The Defender of the Faith
has scattered his enemies! The Berber is no
more!"
The torches were added to until the mar
row highways were ablaze with light. The
guns on the outer walls were booming out
the royal salute From the terraces over
head, as they advanced, the swathed heads
of women leaned far out, and dark arms and
hands Showered the COnquerOr with rain
of flowers.
Dick had hastily tied the Sultan's bride
reins to the high saddle pommel beneath the
dashed hands and pulled the royal robe for
ward to conceal the Subterfuge. The whole
pageant was a horrible travesty. In the
formation adopted on the instant when they
entered the street there rode ahead a quartet
of troopers who strenuously cleared the way.
Behind them came the Vizir, now riding
erect, and Immediately following him came
eight other men who carried proudly aloft
the imperial banners, which waved and
cleaned in heavy silken folds as they ad-
vanced. There was another open space in
the midst of which, closely surrounded by
torch bearers, and fanked by the two Off
GERS, rode the Sword of the Faithful, stif1y
erect and staring straight ahead.
With wide unSeeing eyes came the tragic
conqueror conquered by death! The light
of the torches haring up and Illuminating
his maskhke face showed nothing other than
the we'll known lineaments of this supreme
head of the nation. No sign of victory was
there in that cold, immobile face, no light of
exultation in the staring eyes. Dead and
cold, he rode with semblance of pride in
the midst of his followers. The chin was
held high and the flowing end of his jelaba
futtered backward in the soft breeze of the
night. His horse, the great white Arabian,
himself descendant of proud line, arched
his neck and trod lightly in this last pageant
of Muley Mohammed.
Determined and soldierly, the Kaid and
his companion, Captain of an army across a
wide flung sea, rode stirrup to stirrup with
the Sultan and looked straight ahead with
frowning eyes in the last desperate lap of
this race for throne. They debouched into
a square where white surge of humanity,
twisting and writhing like breakers of a
storm tossed ocean, surged round them, and
then, surrounded by maelstrom of light
and movement. turned toward the imperial
palace, while behind eddied the shouting
stream, seeming to follow steadily after, as
if bent on engulfng them.
THE palace gates swung wide. Security
was before them. The harbor had been
reached. Inside the huge square Kaid
Clarke own troops, forewarned by the royal
salute beloved from the battlements into