The Raymer enterprise., 1913-02-27

| poLadIh. ne WIeut PICK up some uttl(
curio to give to Fortune So b,
beckoned to an idle driver. climbed in
to the carriage. and was driven of a!
II empires hung upon minutes.
Ryanne never wearled of the ba
zaars Of Cairo. They were to him nc
less enchanting than the circus-pa
rades OF his youth. In certain ways
they were not to be compared Will
those In Constantinople and Smyrna
but. on the otheS hand. there wai
more light, more charm, more color
Perhaps the magic nearness OF the
desert had something TO do with II
the rainless skies. the ever-recurrine
suggestions Of antiquity. His livel,
observation. his sense OF the pictur
esque and the humorous, always close
to the surface. gave him that singular
Impetus which makes man a 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. Sc
did Mahomed. Once. so close did he
come that he could have put his two
brown hands round the intldel's throat.
But, patience. Did not the Koran
teach patience among the higher laws
Patience. He could not, madly as be
had dreamed, throttle the white liar
here in the bazaars. That would not
bring the Holy Yhlordes 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 veiNd women,
the naked children; all the color. tones
known to art. but predominatlng. that
marvellous faded tint Of blue, the
Cairene 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
Ryannes ear; and he lodged. A
troop OF donkeys passed. laden with
! tourists. unhappy. fretful, seli.con.
scious. A whter.carrier brushed
against him. and he whitfield the fresh
dampness OF the bulging goat.skin. A
woman. the long. black head.yeil
streaming out behind In the clutch OF
the monkey.like hand Of a toddling
child. carried terra.cotta water.iar
upon her head. The grace with which
she moved. the abruptness Of the col.
exchanges. caught Ryanne's rowing
eye and filled 1t with pleasure.
Dust rose and subsided. eddled and
settled; beggars blind and one.eyed
squatted in 1t, children tossed II in
play. and beasts of burden shu!i!ed
through II.
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; veiled face at a lattice-wln.
dow; the violet shadows In doorway:
the sunshine upon the soaring
mosques; a 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 feas,
the plague Of files, the insidlous
smellS.
Ryanne found himself inspecting
the largest emerald In the world,
worth twelve thousand pounds" which
looked more like q fine hexagonal Of
onyx than gem. II was one Of the
curiosities OF the bazaars, however,
and tourists were generally round II
In force. To his experienced eye It
was no more than fine specimen Of
emerald quartz, worth what any fool
Of a collector was willing to pay for II.
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.
CHAPTER TX.