Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-09-12

but trustworthy article, costing dol
lar, not to be considered as an avail
able asset. He would give 1t away
later In the day; for he had decided
that while he was in funds there would
be wisdom In the purchase Of a fine
gold Longines. A good watch, as ev-
cry one knows, is always as easily
converted into cash as London bank
note, providing, of course, one is
lucky enough to possess either. Many
watches had he left behind, in this
place or in that; and often he had
exchanged the ticket for small bottle
with green neck. Wherever fortune
had gone against him heavily at cards,
there he might find his latest watch.
Besides getting a new time-piece, he
was strongly inclined to leave the
bulk of his little fortune in the hotel
safe. One never could tell
And another good idea, he unused,
as he swung the time-piece into his
vest-pocket, would be to add the splen-
dor of small white stone to his mod
est scarf. There Is only one we'll
defined precept among the sporting
fraternity; when flush, buy jewelry.
Not to the cause of vanity, not at ali;
but precious stones and gold watches
constitute q kind of reserve-fund
against the evil day. When one has
money in the pocket the hand is quick
and eager to find it. But jewelry is
protected by a certain quality of
caution; it is not too readily passed
over bars and gaming-tables. While
the pawnbroker stands between the
passion and the green-baize, there's
food for thought.
Having settled these questions to
his satisfaction, there remained but
one other, how to spend his time. It
would be useless to seek the English
Bar before noon Might as we'll RAM
BILE through the native town and the
bazaars. He might pick up some little
curio to give to Fortune. So he
beckoned to an idle driver, climbed in
to the carriage, and was driven off as
II empires hung upon minutes.
Ryanne never wearied OF the ba-
zaars of Cairo. They were to him no
less enchanting than the circus-pa-
| rades of his youth. In certain ways,
they we're not to be compared with
| those in Constantinople and Smyrna;
but, on the other hand, there was
more light, more charm, more color.
| Perhaps the magic nearness of the
| desert had something to do with it,
| the rainless skies, the overcoming
| suggestions of antiquity. His lively
observation, his sense Of the pi~tur-
esque and the humorous, always close
| to the surface, gave him that singular
| impetus which makes man prowler.
This gift had made possible his sue
cess in old Bagdad. Some years be-
fore he had prowled through the mar
row city streets, had noted the wind
ings, the blind-alleys, and had never
| forgotten. Faces and localities were
written indelibly upon his memory.
One rode to the bazaars, but walk
ed through them or mounted donkeys.
Ryanne preferred his own legs. So
did Mahomed. Once, so close did he
come that he could have put his two
brown hands round the inf1del's throat.
But, patience. Did not the Koran
| teach patience among the higher laws?
Patience. He could not, madly as he
| had dreamed, throttle the white liar
here in the bazaars. That would not
| bring the Holy Yhiordes to his hands.
| He must wait. He must plan to lure
| the man out at night, then to hurry
him into the desert. Out into the des-
| ert, where no man might be his mas
ter. Oh, the Holy Yhiordes should be
! his again; 1t was written.
The cries, the shouts, the tower of
Babel reclaimed; the intermingling of
the races Of the world: the English
man, the American, the German, the
Italian, the Frenchman, the Greek, the
Levantine. the purple-black Ethiopian,
the bronze Nubian; the yelled women.
the naked children: all the color-tones
known to art, but predominating, that
marvellous faded tint of blue, the
Cafrene blue, in the heavens, in the
waters, in the dyes.
MAKE way, O my mother!" bawled
donkey-boy to the old crone ped
ding matches.
"Backsheesh! Backsheesh!" In the
eight tones Of the human voice. From
| the beggar, his brother, his uncle,
! his grandfather, his children and his
children's children. "Blacksheesh,
backsheesh!"
ITO the right" was shrilled into
Ryanne's ear; and he lodged. A
troop of donkeys passed, laden with
! tourists, unhappy, fretful, self-con-
scious. A water-carrier brushed
against him, and he whitfield the fresh
! dampness Of the bullying goat-skin. A
woman. the long, black head-veil
streaming out behind in the clutch of
the monkey-like hand of toddling
child, carried a terra-cotta water-jar
upon her head. The grace with which
she moved, the abruptness of the col
exchanges, caught Ryanne's rowing
eye and filed it with pleasure.
Dust rose and subsidized, eddied and