The Elbert County tribune., 1913-09-19

to Twenty-third street. stared up at
the lofty height of the Metropolitan tower. and
laughed.
II you had been close enough you perhaps
would have noted that 1t a queer mirthess
little laugh. Then the Rev. Mr. Hanks went over
close to the stone rise OF the great building and
patted 1t. He had reason to- 1t that build
ing that had saved his life three months before
as he sat In tent In the middle of the Arabian
desert with thirty murderous Arabs squatting on
the ground around him and monotonousy whet
ting the long knives with which they would cut
him into small pieces. Could you blame him for
feeling of friendliness for that cold, ruthless
granite which he caressed?
Missionary Hank tells it thus Il had been
working among them for three years-the desert
Arabs" he began. I'D learned their language
them, riding and pitching my tent and working
with them like brother. And they were broth
ers worthy of the name. those wild free
to whom honor is the first consideration. New
York could take many lesson from them in
morals and in respect toward women
"One night pitched camp after hot days
ride, and as darkness fell weS were suddenly
aroused by courier from another of camps
with the news that the Aneza. warlike and muir
derous tribe, had attacked and carried off several
women and children
That signal for all able-bod men
to ride to the other camp and try to recover the
kidnapped women and children In FIVE minutes
the beat of the hoofs of the ponies had died out
In the dark. and l was the only left in our.
camp
II crawled into my tent and went to sleep 1t
must have been midnight when awak-
ened by the sound OF hoofs. imagined
men returning and paid attention until the
flap of the tent was laid back and five strange
Arabs entered. Each held long knife and be-
fore could roll of my blanket these knives
were forming circle within an inch of my
throat. lay still
silently more and men entered the tent.
all with the long desert knives knew then
-l.
departure of our men. and had slipped into the
camp to steal in their absence
For time not word came from the lips of
this ferocous desert band Of marauders. bent
upon pillage and murder Stealthily they crept
about the tent examining our luggage. They
broke open my chest and tumbled out upon the
blanketed ground the few treasured books pos
sessed. the trinkets had saved mementoes of
my journeys through the wild regions few
gifts that served to remind me of pleasant memo
ries among the tribes In which l had passed
months OF pleasurable labor
The gaudy trinkets OF American manufacture
they pounced upon like children turned loose in
a toy shop. They we're quick to appropriate ex
ira blankets. boots and couple of saddles. But
all the while could have doubt from their
men. and doubted not their actions when my
nationality and my mission should be discovered
"One huge black fellow seemed to be the
leader. Then. for the first time, in the flare of
a torch he carried. they seemed to notice that my
skin was white. In instant the discovery
SAcheSu the biedtcst eAclteHeut several lungeu
forward with their knives though to cut 1t
short right there. but the chief waved them back
ert for all the attention they bestowed upon me-
The search over. they gathered Ground more
closely. Meantime 1t is needless to say
frightened. / knew the ferocity OF these wild
All this time but little attention had been paid
to my presence. might be native of the des-
actions that they were hunting for gold. They
were convinced the party was well supplied with
money and proposed to have It, They were de-
termined on that acore. and they held life worth.
Jess