The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1912-11-14

lSui GU WOultH sang dt IiCil
work. 1t was only at the close Of day
that despair and defeat stalked the
highways. So she was up with the
sun, whether In her own garden or in
these odd and mystical cities. Thus
she saw the native as he was, not as
he later in the day pretended to be,
for the benefit OF the Feringhi about
to be stretched upon the sacrificial
stone. She saw, with gladness, the
honey-bee Thrilling the rose, the plow-
mans share barring the soil; the morn
ing, the morning, the two or three
hours that were all, all her own. Her
mother was always irritable and petu-
liant in the morning, and her uncle
never developed the gift of speech till
after luncheon.
She had the same love Of prowling
that lured Ryanne from the beaten
paths. She was not inquisitive but
curious, and that ready disarming
smile of hers opened many portal
She was balancing upon her gloved
palm, thoughtfully Soudanese head
trinket, pendant of twisted gold
wires, fawed emeralds and second
pearls, really exquisite and not gen.
orally to be found outside the eXpen-
sive shops in the European quarters,
and there infrequently. The merchant
wanted twenty pounds for it. Fortune
shook her head, regretfully. 1t was
far beyond her means. She sighed.
Only once in a great while she saw
something for which her whole heart
cried out. This pendant was one of
these.
Il will give you five pounds for it.
That is all l have with me-"
"Salaam, madame" said the jeweler,
reaching for the pendant.
IF you will send 1t to the Hotel Sc
miramis this afternoon :" But
she faltered at the sight of the mer-
chants incredulous smile.
"I'll give you ten for it; not pias-
ire more. / can get one like it in the
| Sharia Kamel for that amount"
Both Fortune and the merchant
| turned
you, Horace"
Eyes, my child. And what are you
doing here alone, without a drago-
man."
"Oh, I have been through here alone
many times. I'm not afraid Isn't it
beautiful? He wants twenty pounds
for it, and l cannot afford that"
She had not seen him in many
weeks, yet she accepted his sudden ap-
pearance without question or surprise.
She was used to his turning up at un.
expected moments. or course, she
had known that he was in Cairo
where her mother and uncle were this
secretive man was generally within
calling. There had been time when
she had eagerly piled him with Ques
tions, but he had always erected bar
riers of evasion, and finally she ceased
her opportunities, for she concluded
that her questions were such. No mat
ter to whom she turned, there was nc
one to answer her questions, questions
born of doubt and fear
Ten pounds" repeated Ryanne. {
hand in his pocket.
The merchant laughed. Here wer,
young man and his sweetheart. HI.
experience had taught him, and no
unwisely, that love Is an easy victim
too proud to haggle, too generous t.
bargain sharply. Twenty" he re
iterated.
"Salaam!" said Ryanne. "Goot
day!" He drew the somewhat resist
ing hand of Fortune under his arm
and made for the door. SSH" he WINS
pered. Leave it to me-" They gaines
the street.
The merchant was dazed. He hat
misjudged what he now recognized al
an old hand The two were turnin,
up another street when he ran out
shouting to them and waving th'
pendant. Ryanne laughed.
"Ten pounds. l am poor man, ei
fendi, and l need the money. Tel
pounds. am giving it away" TIL,
merchants eyes filled with tears,
trick left to him from out of the ruin
OF his youth, that ready service t,
forestall the merited rod.
Ryanne counted out ten sovereign
and put the pendant in Fortune
hand. And the pleasure in his hear
was such as he had not known II
many days. The merchant wisely hur
ried back to his shop.
But :" she began protest
ingly.
Tut, tut! I have known you sine
, you wore short dresses and tame
shanters."
/ 81 really cannot accept it as a gift
; Let me borrow the ten pounds"
, "And why can't you accept littl
, gift from me?"
She had no ready answer. Sh
gazed steadily at the dull pearls an
the flaky emeralds. She could not as
him where he had got those sovel
eigns. She could not possibly be s
r cruel. She could not dlssemble 1
l words like her mother. That gold sh
5 knew to be a part of dishonest bal
, gain whose forester had been a thief
:, more, a sacrilege. Her honesty wa
. like pure gold. unalloyed, unmIxe
, with sophistic subterfuges. That tn