Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-12-31

4 = bachelor and a decorous old maid en-
barrassed to find themselves breafasting to-
gether in the garden of Pharaoh Hotel. Even
to the experienced English Psychologist who
had seen many strange couples come and go by
that avenue of acacias their conversation, as he
necessarily overheard it from his neighboring
table, sounded singularly disjointed.
"This Egypt is like nothing else under the
sum-" remarked Professor Trott, forgetting to
eat his mandarin. ats land that cries out
with the dim voice OF ghost, and yet the voice
of our own prirneval life"
at is absurd in these natives to have their
poultry yards on their roofs Somebody ought
to tell them So" rejoined Mrs. Trott in those
crisp tones that had often laid down the social
and the moral law to Quahaug Point.
"Ony from the Orient" continued the pro-
fessor his mild brown eyes vaguely aware of
river sails rising white beyond the date palms,
"could have come the idea that God fashioned
man from the dust of the earth; but here all
the land is eloquent of it. These clay huts and
mysterious robed figures seem like growths out
of the SOIL"
"And, after all, the hotel has to send to Italy
for its chickens"
"But above this Dust thou art and
unto dust thou shalt return arches this glor-
ious vast of sky, burning blue by day, and by
night golden scripture of stars. No wonder
the old Egyptians were astronomers"
"That six-foot black chamberlain of ours,
who never will knock before he comes in, says
this is market day and that we ought to go;
but Mohammed is to take us across the river
this morning, isn't he?"
Slowly and with manifest effort the professor
brought his gaze of far speculation back to his
bride @No, Miss Cynthia, Mohammed has sent
word that he is very Ill this morning, and must
be excused until tomorrow"
Gill" exclaimed Mrs. Trott anxiously. "That
beautiful, sad faced Arab! He looks, in his
black gown and white turban, just like college
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at home and could send him some of my-our
currant jelly. But we mustn't lose the day, Pro
fessor Trott. Shall we 60 out while it is still
fresh and see the town."
THE professors eyes, from which the n1using
film had melted away, rested on her snil-
ingly. They saw tall and stately woman,
sprucely dressed in thin walking suit whose
lustrOuS gray exactly matched the luStrouS gray
hair. Toward those frosty puffs above her 70
faxen eyebrows arched inquiringly, as if wonderi
and why that autumnal change had come. II
the cheeks, whose belated dimples had forgott
original connection with laughter. The aquili
was aristOcratic, the thin, firm set mouth was
but the blue eyes had a naive look even benin
dignifed, gold bowed glasses. A village auto
decided the Psychologist over his tea and toast
Professor Trott's look fingered on his wife
shy pride touched with incredulity. 1t was still
certing to him to remember that she was his w
he had never, for obvious reasons, dared tell h
she reminded him of an upright, well friled asst
he liked to see how elegantly she dipped the
her slender fingers in the bowl of hammered br;
how daintily she adjusted her broad, white hat
floating veil caught by a rainbow wing
beetle.
"May have the honor?" asked the professor
and CALAMITY offering his thin arm. He was
tunately a head shorter than his bride; but
quite twenty feet high as he escorted her thro'
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garden. AS they came out from the hotel gate u
street, pack of guides and dragomen rushed
them, shouting emulously; but the professors
Id-ld!" was SO resonant and positive that mucl
own surprise, these importunate unemploy
back.
So far, SO good. Mrs. Trott was deeply i'm
by her husbands mastery of Arabic; but wher
that dazzling heat he paraded her, with troop
naked children shrieking "Bakshish' at their he
clutching with sticky little hands at her delica
skirts, through one malodorous mud street after
the woman's tones waxed sharp The insistenc
heoparS 0r1eer1v enO11ph Vexed her less than