Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-07-01
"Yes. but very dirty"

Yes. but very dirty"
Come with me. Zubeydeh will bring
She. led the way through the door Of
the black grille, down short passage
into a large room at the end of the
house.
The apartment was strewn with rugs
and its furniture was a curious mixture
of the color of the East and the utility
of the West--a French dressing stand
beside a stove of American make, a
might have come out of the Ringstrasse,
a brass tray for burning charcoal. a
carved teakwood stand upon which
stood a nargileh a box of cigars, some
cigarettes. and two coffee cups still con-
tanning the residue of the last draught
There We're latticed windows in meshre-
biyu, which overlooked the garden and
street and piled beside them We're a
number of pillows and cushions. The
room was none too clean. but there
were evidences here and there of desul-
tory attempts at rehabilitation.
The girl with the red hair led Marish-
ka to one of the window receSSes. where
she bade her sit upon pile of pillows,
bringing a basin and n ever of water
which she put upon the rug beside her.
"Ah. I was forgetting said the
produced with much pride Marishka' S
suitcase. His Excellency left it for
you this afternoon"
The sight of water and a change of
clothing did much to restore Marisnka
| confidence and self-respect. and she op-
ened the bag with alacrity,, bringing
forth from it's recesses soap, clean linen
and a washcloth.
girl with the red hair crouched upon
| her knees beside the suitcase, shifted
at its contents eagerly, and with little
cries Of delight touched WITH With her fin
Ho% And PPSdf'y then A0w TatheT sS'' wstfuS s
1T is a pity that one cannot get such
you like them?" asked Marishka
reveling in delight of being free from
the dust of her journey ,,s,,,,
oh they are so beautiful J!
For all her years. and she must nave
been at least as old as Marishka. she
had the undeveloped mind of a child,
You too are 6eautifT ndIr sE, sEhs sighe6 ed
clear. Your hair. is SO soft" And thel
as an afterthought, But I think il
would be just as pretty if it were red"
| Marishka laughed.
Il am called Yeva-they. say after
the first woman who was born.
"Eve--of course. 1t becomes you
You think so? Was she very beau
"Yes-the mother. of all women"
| The ugly oneS?"
Yes. We cannot all be beautiful"
1T must be dreadful to be old ane
ugly like Zubeydeh"
As Marishka brought out brush ant
comb and a towel, Yeva ran quickl.
and procured a mirror-a small, cheaI
affair with tawdry tinsel ornaments.
You will let me brush your hair
Fraulein. 1t will be a great privilege.
"Of course, child--if you care to-"
And while Yeva combed and brushed
Marishka questioned and she answered
The house in which she lived was nea
the Sirokac Tor.
Her lord and master was of the Beg
of Rataj. once the rulers of a provinc
in Bosnia, where his fathers fathers ha
lived. but now shorn of his tithes an
a dealer in rugs, He was an old mar
much to eat and drink, and man
| clothes She must ask him to get som
| of these pretty soft undergarment
, from Vienna. And the Excellency? Sh
. had seen him twice, some months befor
through the dutap, when he had cor
, versed with the Effendi in the adjoinin
room. And was the beautiful F'raulei
in love with the EXcellency?
Marishka answered her in some sort
l listening to the girls chatter, NEAR
! while thinking deeply of the plan tina
l had come into her mind Scraps c
5 suggestion that she had CLEANED frol
2 her talks with Goritz gave her at leas
: hope that she might be successful !
reaching Hugh Renwick by messenge
1 THE English always go to the Europa,
5 he had said. There, If Hugh Renwic
had come to Sarajevo, was the plaC
where note would find HIM And 81
| the hair brushing having been success
fully accomplished, she asked the gi
! | if there was some one by whom she coul
! | secretly send note.
! A message! To an EXcellency-
! ! Herr Hauptmann-or perhaps Genera