The Washington times., 1921-11-27

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cucsmbsrs - eourds-
Grain ssllesS eat d semi
osscarity behind their
hsaps q c0ra. . ro9nd
sieve hanging withis
rsacA. There was N odor Of sandal.
wood. green vegetables sad fssnent-
ing refuse.
Men passsd sstFide sf small bar
dsasd assss. their bare. oalloused
fsst simost toschiag ~ dsmp cob
b1sstcues. otlsse men bore upon
their backs unsightiy gost-skins.
distsndsd with water, which they
sold to the Thirsty.
Tattered awnings, scarlet russell
or dark blue. protected the open,
fronted shop inches, though the
bales Of . passing camel almost
brushed the opposite side Of the
sunless street passage. Here and
there the way was solidly rooted
over and became q tunnel Of par
tial darkness for twelve or fifteen
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As he went the young man was
now in pungent shadow. now in
rars sunlight. He paid no atten-
ton to those who bought and s0id.
or to the clat-ciat Of ass hooves,
the whine of cripples. tho sing-sons
minor melody Of young Syrian
, with q sprig OF orange-blossom be-
hind his ear.
He carried himself like an equal
Of kings, his handsome head clean
cut a . profile On a Greek gem;
the skin clear olive. the hair cut
close and parted At the side in
Roman fashion, thick and negro
black,
Girls shrouded in white or dark
blue drapery glanced at him.
turned their heads and followed
him with their eyes. But David
regarded women with a mixture of
ignorance, awe and also a species
OF detached. impersonal contempt
They were at once q mystery,
baited snare, and q mental empti.
ness.
He kept carefully aioof from
them-almost angrily aioof at
times when q certain quickening Of
the blood Shamed and haraased
him. He had never even so much
as laid his hand upon q girl in q
caress. The ardent spirit Of him
was passionately and impaticntly
set upon other matters.
The whining voice Of the young
Syrian was audible above the Chat
ter of tongues and hcofs. His song
was OF love, naked and unashamed
lips sweeter than honey. and full
filled desire.
The street reeked with evil odors,
though the perfume OF orange
flower water touched the nostrils-
A wanton dancing girl. peering
through a high-placed lattice, spoke
over her bare shoulder to another:
"Oh! What handsome fellow!
Look. Zillah-Quick! I'd love to
kiss him-he's SO serious! He
won't look up"
Where the street was intersected
by another an elderly man of the
strict sect of the Pharisees stood
at the street corner praying sonpr-
cusly aloud. The ends OF the
frtuOoH vroy~~ ~h . ,,,, <hot noy.r.o
his head fell to the hem of his long
garment. To these ends were sewn
wide strips OF parchment displaying
texts from the sacred Hebrew writ.
ings.
As he prayed he seemed-with
the narrow white beard hanging
nearly to his middle-endowed
with the saturnine superciliousnes
of an old he goat. The passing
Jews regarded him with respect
and a child or two stared solemnly.
But Da ids eyes avoided him.
In the abstract he was a Jew OF
Jews, living in the past and In the
future Of his race, praying daily
with an ardor that was passionate
almost pitiful-but in the con-
crete the people OF his race. as he
saw them from day to day. we're an
evaporation and q thorn in his
flesh.
In a sort of angry defiance--the
defiance Of q boy who was very
much in earnest--he had adopted
the dress Of the Gentle Greeks
who swarmed in the city. and went
with his head uncovered, save at
the times OF prayer.
He entered an open market. AL
covered colonnade in the Greek
style closed one side Of II.
Between two OF the cream marble
Corinthian columns, on the second
OF the three shallow steps that led
mp to II from the market. sat a
young man in a dark -tunic. shod
with dilApidated sandals that had
been mended with string. One leg