The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1916-11-02

The man shook his bead "0ue must
90 70 iidnF FOR those. EHendi
Have yu ever heard 81 the silver
thaw, tissbiat asael p.s ta.t.e iy
The man uttered 4 shull erf Intel
his bands above his head ind dej
down he steep slope Hcd without an
other word. apparently withen, Thought
~ hIs master. the laden "a 1 animal
DTS owu donkey. even his wages
The last Dick saw Of his servant WAS
slim while shadow strcakins across
the plain far below II disappeared ii
grove uf tamalinds over in the faf
east lay the blue haze that was CON
stantinupe Beyond that was The BoS
porus
THE silver shawl Dick laughed
oddly and looked over NJ the scattered
group Of houses called IN Drogor
What was therein the mention Of t'te
silver shawl that had sent Alschld hy
Ing Ia such blind. unreaSoning terror
Was il some native supcrstitinni tic
it~NlhtN w hktli iiN Wv II fihhNAA HANitA
the silver shawl until he came face IL
face with Achmcd lIarom. whom
Brown had mentioned as the keeper OF
the shawl.
A bright eyed lad poked IN inqulsl
tive head around bush, ana Dick
hired him 10 stay and watch the horses.
Then. with the laden pack animal in
train. he entered the village and in
quired the way 10 the house of Achmed
Haroun.
Achmed lIaroun was not dealer Ia
silken shawls. as might have been cN
pecied lie was heater Of gold and
silver and copper, and his tiny cave
like shop followed out of the 70 of
the hillside showed shelves of eSquis
itely wrought and pierced metal work
lie was working on the handle of n
sclmitar striking tiny musical blows
with minute tools His long Whit"
beard was tied up on knot out Of the
way, and his turban showed the green
emblem of IA pilgrimage TO Mecca,
as this the house of Achmed lia
roun 2" asked Dick. bending his tall
head To enter the doorway.
The old Turk bowed gravely and
pointed to the rug before his low Ia.
BILE
BE seated. Efendi," he said courtc
ously.
"You are II maker of shawls" asked
Dick. sitting down and lighting cigar
Achmed shook his head Il am Il
beaten of metals he said. with sort
of naughty pride.
"perhaps I've made mistake. m
sure Brown said it was the house or
Achmed Haroun.' muttered Dick.
"BuroWt You speak Of EfeEai 81
roun 2" demanded the old man eagerly
Eyes: he said to tell you TO show me
the silver shawl
A silence fell upon the little shop.
Acnmeds wrlnkled hands fell nerve
lcsSly 10 the table. The little tools
tinklcd as they scattered; 1t almost
seemed as though the two men ceased
TO breathe. Achmed's eyes gloWed
like twin Goals of fire; his pasty ia @
was drawn in fear.
Dick sat rigidly. wondering what had
happened to paralyze Achmed with
fear. Was ii the same terror that had
sent Alschid with flying feet toward
home? Was ii the mention of the sill
yer shawl What strange thing was
this that galvanized one man and para
lyzed another
"Wellt" he snapped sharply.
Still Achmed stared with burning
eyes that bored right through the Amer
leans silk shirt collar.
Dick unjointed his tall form. How
about the silver shawl he asked
irascibly.
"Hush." I Acbmed's voice Kissed
through the cell. You really-mean
it, he quayered.
"Why, yes. It's what came for.
Return at sundown," advised Ach
med. KNOCK thrice at my door. Ef
fendi"
very well" And Dick went reluc
family.
At sunset or a few minutes after the
faithful had turned their faces toward
Mecca, Dick knocked three times at
the closed door Of Achmed's shop. 1t
opened noiselessly, and he entered TO
find the shop dark, but light shin
ing through parted curtains at the
back The light came from lamp
placed far down the length Of mar.
row corridor that seemed to lead into
the heart of the hill.
Achmed was standing by the lamp
his beard grlpped tightly in one wrin-
Killed. bantS his black eyes blazing with
some inward fire.
"You see. ! am on time" remarked
Dick
"ETcndi Is oyeranxlous." remarked
Achmed dryly Follow me" lie led
the way down cross passage ard
turned again into damp earthly
smelling room. The beamod ceilings
sa gged as with the weight Of earth
l. 4.