The evening world., 1914-05-01

like one Of Mohammedan parentage
So instinct had whispered when ht
had held her a few pslpitatlng sec.
onds In his arms. She was too fine
subtle. poetic. romantic-too every.
thing that doesn't enter into the
coaSer fibre and makeup Of the
woman or girl of that country and
faith. For tho first time he found
himself actually bordering thereon
though somewhat laboriously.
The dyer. imbibing impiously and
too we'll. had let fall few mysteri-
Gus words concerning her parentage
that night Before tho wedding. when
he had treated the new found and
half starved bridegroom-to-be In the
little cafe around the corner. The
young man had scarcely listened, at
the time; he was interested in the
commestibles. and not In his future
'wife!" She had meant nothing to
him-then. Nothing! Fancy that!
He tried now to bring back what
the dyer had ambiguously sputtered.
or spluttered. over potations. but he
didn't succeed very we'll. Something
about tho girls own mother?-ths
Greeks?-the Roumanians?-or had II
been the stalwart and romantic Mon
tenegrins?
He gave II up. Hunger. instead Of
curiosity. had occupied him when he
might have sounded the dyer further.
Another--good old Sherlock. for ex-
ample in his place, on that occasion,
would have scented something wrong
III Denmark. or Damascus. and start
ell at once deducting or deducing, in
stead Of introducing mere warak
mahsle. khiyar and other outlandish
species Of viands into his system.
He. Jack Stanton. alias the der
Wish. should have OWNED Immediately
. romance and q mystery and pro-
cseded accordingly, with Machiavel-
liam circunlocution and caution; In.
stsad he had only plunged into the
game blinaly. haphazardly. q vert-
table football Of fortune or misfor-
tune. a. the events Of this night
would decide. And. considering what
lay" before him and tho absence of
those peculiar gifts OF tho popular
Investigator. tho latter was not I'm
likely.
For all the rather chaotic trend Of
his thoughts. he had been moving on,
not aimlesly. but as II bent upon
some destination and going the
shortest way to 1t. Passing through
a covered portion OF a bazaar, he
came upon a number OF fruit stalls;
these he rapidly left behind him. The
shadow OF a great tree cast its black
outlines momentartly before him, but
he forgot to pause and murmur the
customary pious words At the sight
OF tho sylvan monarch. planted at
the birth OF the revered Mohammed.
Instead he plunged At once into q
small lane. at the end OF which were
well-known and historic bazaars.
where all the artisans, plying a GER
tain trade. were congregated and
huuuicu up toSetHeT'
On busy days they stitched and
stitched and waxed their threads In a .
kind Of wearisome unison. They
looked more or less alike and were
set In almost identical backgrounds.
So they had appeared . thousand
yssrs or moro ago. and % they would
appear. II loft to follow their own
bent . thousand years or more hence.
A funeral silence now pervaded the
quarter; the bright backgrounds were
blanks; the workers had. for the most
part rsosded long ago into the mys-
terion abysms At the backs Of their
shops or booths. Maybe . few Of
than were abroad with the other
hoodlums and had not yet returned
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