The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-05-02

cried n sweet. hooking voice from the
! rear. and then the white shadow van.
} ished. leaving me 10 stare helpessly at
the seller Of scarfs. s
"'She Is a heartlcss jade he mutter.
cd bitterly. turning the scarf in his
brown fingers.
lis that the Princess Anem?' asked
bluntly. "
He shook his head Nay. that Is
my graceless daughter Leila. She was
promised this scarf for her marriage lie
she chose wisely; but. alas. she is
breaking my heart and bringing my
gray hairs to the graves edge. He
forgot the bargaining instinct that usu-
ally overpowers all other sentiment in
the Egyptian bazaars and beat his head
against the low stone table.
81 am very sorry murmured. Are
you quite sure your daughter has not
chosen wisely? Does she love?
AYE. she loves the wrong man. even
as did the Princess Anem. who was
never greater coquette than my saucy
/
with Fedar. the water carrier, when
my neighbor here, Hashour. the silk
merchant, is impatiently waiting TO
carry her of as his BRIDE
Il peeped into the next bazaar and
was rewarded with glimpse of the
desirable Hashour! an enormously fat
man as old as Leia's father and very
ugly of feature. He was asleep and
snoring audibly.
"'You want her to marry thatT I al
most shrieked at him. and as I spoke
| was conscious that the white shadow
had returned to the shop. 1t paused
behind the seller of scarfs as IL waiting
for his answer. ~
The old man nodded. He is rich.'
he said briefly. she could have had
the scarf of the Princess Anem for a
gift il she had been obedIent. But she
is saucy and will not wait upon her
stepmother as she should. and. worst
Of all. she swears she will marry the
water carrier or disgrace me by re-
naming single I am afflicted indeed
but madame has not chosento buy the
rose scarf? II. is the choicest of my
stock His voice changed magicalIy
TO bargaining whine.
"'You cannot want to sell 1t. You I
better forgive your daughter. let her
marry Fedar and wear the rose scarf
l Numbered.
"He dashed the scarf impatiently
down. Never! If madame does not
buy it will sell 1t to the next conner.
and l will soon have customer for
It, he ended craftily. and / lifted my
head and looked behind me to see
group of American women coming
post haste toward the bazaar.
THAT was enough for me. / paid
an absurd price for the scarf. James,
YOU shall never know. AS tucked IL
away with the other purchases had
made heard long drawn sigh from
The white shadow as IL vanished.
1T was In the next street that n
girl came flying up to me and lightly
touched my arm. A pair Of dark
flashing eyes shone above the gauze
that yelled her face. and-well, any
Girl with a pair of eyes like those
must have been exqulsltely beautiful.
knew at once that 1t was the en-
bodlment Of the shadow that had
lurked behind the seller of scarfs, and
i guessed that It was his daughter
Leila she who loved Fedar the water
carrier
"She addressed me In a low, mu-
steal voice. mixture OF broken
French and fluent Arabic. She thank
ed me for the words l had spoken to
her father concerning her marriage.
She giggled with delight over my hor-
ror at the fairness of Hashour, the silk
merchant and her despised sutton.
Then she made an appeal. she want
ed to come with me as my maid and
travelling companion, only as far as
Alexandria. where her water carrier
had gone to work on the new wharfs
rs a sort of foreman"
Mrs. Hanford stopped abruptly. The
great vessel was drawing near to the
Egyptian city. lying like a jeweled
necklace along the blue Mediterranean.
n the roadstead tho great anchors
attled down into the moonllt water,
nyriads of little boats surrounded the
'hN a 7ttdm tuE Ductltu
rom the shore. All was confusion
'elow on the Neptune.
"Well?" inquired Mr.. Hanford. break.
ne the silence that had fallen upon the
Iroup.
Let us see IL all is WE'LL" murmured
is wife, and so the seven, half under
landing the real romance they had
cen listening TO, followed her to the
hips rail-
As they leaned over. watching a small
oat whose single oarsman was espe-
laiiy insisteut ~ getting close to the
'eptune's landing stairs, Mrs. Hartford
tered an exclamation of delight. and
hey all turned to see such a vision of
eauty as is seldom vouchsafed 10
'estern eyes.
1t was Leila. daughter of the seller
scarfs. Her exquisite face was un-
eiled and shone vision of rose and
DRY and melting onyx eyes from the
ackgronnd Of a long hooded black
oak. Madame 1t is fareweIIv she
alf wept. holding out little white