Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-01
|SHR|NERS' JEWEL
FOR v. H. SMITH
Past Potentate of AImas Tenn
Pile Is Recipient of Fra
ternaI Emblem.
GIFT is RECOGNITION
OF ZEAL FOR THE ORDER
Presentation Is Feature of Meeting
Last Evening, When Novices
Make Flight Into the Desert.

out of the deepening mistS of the desert.
after the sun fell below the horizon last
evening. host of red-fezzed mobiles on
the mythical camels of the Mystic Shrine
gathered at the National Rifles ArmOry
at the call of Illustrious Potentate James
S. Gibbs for another weird and eventful
flight of Almas Temple. In the center of
the caravan were many wandering tribes
men whose unfamiliarity with their
beasts of burden told too plainly that
they were novices in search Of the Won
derful mystery which is supposed to lie
hidden in some far-off oasis for which
the caravan was bound
The cavalcade was augmented again
by the famous Arab patrol under the
telepathic direction-for no oral orders
are given those mighty sheiks-of its il
lustrious leader, Capt. Frank +. Gibson,
as he is known to the outer world.
Promptly on the hour the flight began.
At once the placid camels assumed a
fresh and vigorous appearance Slowly
they began the mystical march which
soon quickened into speed that is said
to have rivaled the north wind.
Farther and farther into the distant
desert they pierced their way, and ere
the mighty troop had passed from sight
there We're those who thought they heard
strange cries in the distance and some
even went so far as to say they came
from the tortured threats of the score
or SO of tribesmen who had gone in quest
of light.
Anxious friends and others, attracted
by the mystery of 1t all. waited and
watched in silence and with forebodings
until late in the night, when the cara
van returned. Not man had been lost,
not even a novice was missing. But
there were those who discerned in their
faces. bearing traces of recent anguish a
look that betokened their flight had not
been in vain.
Feast Follows Flight.
Back to their starting point the i'm
mense host dismounted and gathered
under the spreading palms for their ac-
customed feast of dates and camels' milk
Masters OF the wind among them rose in
majestic oratory. Allan was praised and
the muezzin muttered his prayer while
the wearied travellers bowed their heads,
Toasted in silence and listened.
There was nothing heard but the
breathing of the faithful when Roe Full
kerson, a past potentate of Almas, whose
song has long adorned its brightest an
nails, arose for speech. In his hand he
held a trophy of gold and jewels, and
the necks of all We're craned to get bet
ter look.
Then with a burst of oratory, it is
said, which shook the very palm trees
to their foundations he began to sing
the gories of the reign of one w. Hamil-
ton Smith, whom the tribe of Almas had
retired after a strenuous season Of gilt
tering success such as is measured tIy its
mobiles. What he said. one of the faith
full remarked. it woul1 be proclamation to
try to repeat. But a. the close of his
glorious address he extended the right
hand of fellowship to Past Potentate
Smith and those who witnessed ii declare
that there were sounds of sobs i'm the
midnight air The trophy charmed all
eyes