Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-08

. ed through chem or mounted donk6ys.
Ryanne preferred his own legs. SO
did Mahomed. Once. 90 close did he
come that he could have put his two
brown hands round the infldel's throat.
But, patience. Did not the Koran
teach patience among the higher laws?
Patience. He could not, madly % he
had dreamed, throttle the white liar
here In the basaars. That would not
bring the Holy Yhiordes 10 his hands.
He must wait. He must plan to lure
the man out ct night. then to hurry
him into the desert Out into the des-
ert. where no man might be his mas.
tor, oh, the Holy Yhiordes should BE-
his again: It 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.
'Backshessh! Backsheesh!" In the
eight tones Of the human3voice. From
the bsggar, his brother, his uncle,
his grandfather. his children and his
children's children. "Blacksheesh.
backshessh!"
ITO the right" was shrilled into
Ryanne's ear; and he lodged. A
troop Of donksys passed. laden With
tourists. unhappy. fretful. self-con-
scious. A watsF. 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.liks hand Of toddling
child, carried . terra-cotta water-jar
upon her head. The grace with which
she moved. the abruptness Of tho COL
exchanges, caught Ryanne's rowing
eye and filled It with pleasure.
Dust rose and subsidized, eddied and
settled: besgars blind and one-eyed
squatted in 1t, children tossed It in
play. and beasts Of burden shumed
through It.
Tho roar In front Of the shops. the
pressing and crowding Of customers,
the high cries Of the merchants; the
gurgle Of the waterpipes. the pleasant
fumes Of coffee. the hardy loafers
lolling before tho khans or caravan
saries: . yelled face ct lattieo-win.
dow; the violet shadows In q doorway;
tho sunshine upon tho 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 heas,
The plague Of dtes, tho insidious
smells.
Rarely one saw the true son Of the
desert, tho Bedouin. He disdained
streets and walls. and only necessity
brought him h1Es among tho polyglot
and the polygon
Ryanns found himself inspecting
''ths largest emerald in the world,
worth twelve thousand pounds which
looked more ike Z nns hsxagonal Of
onyx than . gem. Il was one Of The
curiosities Of tho bssaars. however.
ana tourists wsrs generally round It
In force. TO his experienced eye It
was no more than Q hne specimen Of
emerald quarts. worth what any fool
Of collector was willing to pay for it.
From this basaar ~ passed on into
the next, and there he saw Fortune.
And - Mahomed, always close Ut
hand. saw the hard lines. in Ryanne's
face soften, tho cynical smile become
tender. hs believed 10 saw his way to
strike.