The Yale expositor., 1912-12-26

| from within. Had the courier re
turned with the Holy Yhiordes, it is
not impossible that he would have lib
Grated them all. But now he dared
not; he was not far enough away. To
Bagdad. then, and as swiftly as the
eXigencies of desert travel would per-
nit. One beacon OF hope burned in
his breast. The Pasha might be de-
posed, and in that case he could inn.
| mediately dispose OF his own goods
and chattels and seek new pastures.
1t would come hard, doubly hard, since
he never could regain the position he
was 10 lose.
Nine hundred pounds English, and
a comfortable fraction over; the vel
low-haired dog would have nothing
in the end for his pains. 1t would be
what the Feringhi called a good joke.
A week passed. Christmas. And
not one of them recalled the day.
Perhaps it was because years had
passed since that time when it meant
anything to them. The old year went
out a-lagging! neither did they take
note of this. Having left behind civil
lization, customs and habits were for
| gotten.
Sometimes they rode all day and all
night, sometimes but half day, and
again, when the water was sweet, they
rested the day and night. Never
human being they saw, never a cara
van met or crossed them. In this
week, the secret marvels Of the desert
became theirs. They saw it CLEAN
and waver and glitter under skies of
brass, when the north wind let down
and a breeze came over from the Per-
sian Gulf. They saw it covered with
the most amazing blues and greys and
greens. They saw it under the rarest
azure and a stately fleet of billowy
clouds: under the dawn, under the set
Of sum- under the moon and stars;
and unfailingly the interminable
reaches of sand and rock and scrubby
bush, chameleon-like, readjusted its
countenance to each change in the
sky George. who was a poet without
the Gift of expression, never ceased
to find new charms; and nothing
pleased his fancy more than to see the
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sands. Once, toward the latter end
of day, Fortune cried out and pointed
Far away, palely yet distinctly, they
saw an ocean liner. She stood out
against the following sky as a magic
lantern picture stands out upon the
screen, and faded similarly. 1t was
the one and only mirage they saw, or
at least noticed.
Once another caravan, composed
wholly Of Arabs, passed. What hope
the prisoners had was instantly
snuffed out. Before the strangers
came within mailing, Mahomed hustled
his captives into his tent and swore
he would kill either George or Ryanne
If they spoke. He forgot Fortune,
however AS the caravan passed she
screamed. Instantly Mahomed clapped
his hand roughly over her mouth. The
sheik of the passing caravan looked
keenly at the tent, smiled grimly and
passed on. What was 1t to him that a
white woman lay in yonder tent? His
one emotion was of envy. After this
the prisoners became apathetic.
Upon the seventh day, they wit
messed the deserts terrifying anger.
The air that had been cool, suddenly
grew still and hot; the blue above
began to fade, to assume dusty, cop
perish color The camels grew rest
less. Quickly there rose out Of the
horizon saffron clouds, approaching
with incredible swiftness. Little
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and there, rose and died as IL for
want of air. Mahomed veered the car
AVIAN toward a kind of bluff composed
of sand and PERCEPTIONS boulders. All
the camels were made to kneel. The
boys muffled up their mouths and
noses. and Mahomed gave instruc-
lions to his captives. Fortune buried
her head in her coat and nestled down
beside her camel. while George and
Ryanne used their handkerchiefs.
George left his camel and sought For
tunes side, found her hand and held
II tightly. He scarcely gave thought to
what he did He vaguely meant to
encourage her; and possibly he did.
The storm broke. The sun became
obscured. Pebbles and splinters of
rock sang through the pail of whirling
sand. A golden tone enveloped the
little gathering.
Had there been no natural protec-
ton. they must have ridden on. blind
ly and desperately, for to have re-
NAMED still in the open would have
been to await their tombs. II spent
it's fury in half an hour; and the
clearing air became cold again. The
caravan proceeded. The hair Of ev-
cry one was dimly yellow, their faces
and their garments.
(TO BE CoNTINUED.)