The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1922-01-29
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Q short time. It's not far to the
Damascus Gate"
"oh. yes! Let n go!"
The blind instinct Of fight was
strong in her. She wanted 10 get
far away from structures Of stone
that quivered and vibrated. threat.
ening to crash to the ground. Her
eyes, so like an antelope's, were
,swimmihg with the same liquid
terror.
Overhead the sky had lightened
. little. A stirring OF the air.
which had been inert as a thing
psralysed--fanned their faces. hers
bianehsd by fear, HIS by over-exer-
ton.
They descended the steps and
crossed the hotter's yard, cymou
upheld the girl BY IN arm about her,
for her knees yielded as they had
done when the strong tremor 81 the
earthquake flung her prone upon the
root
No one gave them . second look.
The city was cowed-disorganised.
People wandered about tn the aim.
less manner Of poultry scattered
from the roosting.place by the mid.
night onslaught Of Q fox. Some had
dragged furnishings and bundles Of
valuables out into the street.
Al the two passed out under the
Damascus Gate q struggling hand.
fui OF men and youths were enter
ing the city. They had q hang.dog
look, One or two struck their
breasts Fhythmically with their
clenched hands as In the usage OF
the synagogues At the formal con-
fesston OK sin.
As the lowering sky continued.
perceptibly. to lighten their breast
strfkings isssened. after the man.
ner of a ACKNOWLEDGES babble
of invocations which die on with
the passing of the danger. There
was no speech among them They
seemed ashamed OF each other,
Their shuffling feet raised mo-
mentary dust--dust on which blood
had fallen three hours before, leay'
ing black stains.
Cymon. the semi-starved Greek
outcast sprung from a line OF pat
riots and dreamers, and the home
less Hebrew girl who was still
more child than woman-a> pair OF
strays-tnrned aside from the
Damascus road. following a camel
path that led toward a green mist
OF Spring foliage.
70 the right, some distance on,
was a low. bald hill-a mere rise.
Three crosses crowned II. for It
was the place Of execution. Cy.
mon glanced that way.
From q sudden rift in the leaden
heaviness Q sword-stroke OF sun
light, stormily golden, struck down
ward. hathing the central cross.
causing II to stand out extraordi.
nariIy like a right-angled symbol
OF gold against "a sheet Of purp'ish
slate.
The ssgging naked figure that
hung against II, motionless as
though carved from ivory or bone.
was W6N4 trfully distinct One
could sven see from that distance
that the dropped head was filleted
Z IN some faHhion. fTast
% "H's the man who fell In the
street--the man who was crowned
with thorns," said Cympn's
thought. ~ didn't do much for
him!" IT,.
Soldiers moved between the
crosses, their helmets catching
the momentary stormy light
There was a dreadful scream, as
though a soul were being rent from
a body like quivering entrails from
o living carcass; and then another.
The soldiers had struck the two
crucifed caravan robbers with
clubs. breaking their legs above
and below the knee. The purpose
OF these blows was to procure i'm
mediate death.
Before nightfal the bodies would
be cast out upon the smoulderine
refuse heaps in the Valley Of Hin
no A, The death screams Rama
started like touched hare, clutch
ing Cymon ....-s.
Its nothing-it's the executions
on the Hill OF the Skull" he said
quickly. Don't look It's finished
now The poor wretches are
dead
They kept on, walking in the soft
dust OF the camel path. II skirted
hedge enclosing closely plant
&c garden where the sprinkled bios.
some Of q few fruit trees resem
bled small white butterflies or the
petals Of roses.
Against the scarped face Of a
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