The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-08-08

uIo Manomed. once, so close uIu ne
come that he could have put his two
brown hands round the infidels 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; It was written.
The cries, the shouts, the tower Of
Babel reclaimed: the interminslinR 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 bEonse Nubian: the yelled women,
the naked children; Ill the color-tones
known to art, but predominating. that
marvellous faded tint Of blue, the
Cairene blue, in the heavens, In the
waters, In the dyes.
Make way, o my mother!" bawled
q 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 a 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 filled it with pleasure.
Dust rose and subsidized, eddied and
settled; beggars blind and one-eyed
squatted in it, children tossed it in
play, and beasts Of burden shuffled
through it.
The roar in front Of the shops, the
pressing and crowding of customers,
the high cries of the merchants; the
gurgle Of the water-pipes, the pleasant
fumes of coffee, the hardy loafers
lolling before the khans or caravan
saries; a yelled face at a lattice-win-
dow; the violet shadows in doorway;
the sunshine upon the soaring
mosques; true believer, rocking and
mumbling over his tattered Koran;
gold and silver and Jewels; amber and
copper and brass; embroideries and
rugs and carpets; and the pest of fieas,
the plague Of flies, the insidious
smells.
Rarely one saw the true son Of the
desert, the Bedouin. He disdained
streets and walls, and only necessity
brought him here among the polyglot
and the polygon.
Ryanne found himself inspecting
''the larrc"i emerald in the world.
worth twelve thousand pounds" which
locked more like q fine hexag anal of
onyx than gem. 1t was one of the
curiosities of the bazaars, however,
and tourists were generally round it
in force. To his experienced eye it
was no more than fine specimen Of
emerald quartz, worth what any fool
Of collector was willing to pay for it.
From this bazaar he passed on into
the next, and there he saw Fortune
And as Mahomed, always close at
hand, saw the hard lines in Ryanne's
face soften, the cynical smile become
tender, he believed he saw his way to
strike.