The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-01-10

Published By Special Arr.nsemsnts With The
Chicago Tribune-New York News Syndicate.
Incorporated
(copyright: 1885: BY Achmed Abdullah)
dN TWO PARTS-PART oNE)
CIDE BY SIDE, at the southern end
n Of the Square Of the One Eyed Pill
- grim, the two old Tartar palaces
c cH%axsp q s'lg granite IL i and rubBiie, lo ana
around them the wind ever stalking.
Stalking, it seemed, like something
fierce and blooded and cruel; shak-
ing the ~fastenings Of windows and
doors with an angry fist; running back
toward the Kitchens and stable and
whinny, the slaves to snap their fin
gers rapidly Is q protection from the
wtleS Of Shaitan the Stoned; then
running forward once more to charge
all the harder against groaning 1intels
and posts.
A small garden connected the build
ings. A garden as tender and friendly
and green as the palaces were t%rnculent
and gray. A garden where, 80 queerly,
the wind sank to a soft murmur. All
around it wa a wall of white marble
cunningly fretted into a lacy, OPEN
work design.
Tonight, behind this wall, peering
through, STOPPING a little so as not to
be observed, were four young people;
a boy and q girl and a girl and a
at what they saw and heard, at the
two w~hitebeards out on the square
who were facing each other in the
dim. smoky light of torches held by
excited servants; ready and eager, no
doubt of it, to fly at one another's
throats; swapping abuse with fluency
"Jackal spawn!"
Eater of dirt!"
"Christian!"
'Ignoble impurity!"
"Aywah, compared to you a bedbug
IS a hero in shining armor of war,
O father of dogs!"
Father Of dogs!" echoed one of the
boys behind the wall in a whisper,
nudging the other boy. "And that is
no compliment to you-being his son,
my Ali"
Nor to my. sister-being his daugh-
ter. Nor-coming to think Of ito you,
my Mehmet, since you are going to
marry this same sister of mine. Nor,
finally, to your sister-since she will
be my BRIDE"
And Ali smiled while, on the square,
q shrek OF rage was followed by a
l o41o N1ld44C14SCs
"Now-by Allah0my steel to skewer
your 1iver!"
"Steel to your own liver, o pimple!"
Then bright blades leaped from sill
yer %scabbards to the touch of gnarled,
hairy fists. And so there was here in
Samarkand the. golden, the grand
khan's town, as bully and brisk a row
as you, could come across anywhere;
and, behind the wall, the two girls urg-
ing the two boys to interfere and put
a stop to it, and Ali announcing that
a bit of blood-letting might do those
ancient fighting cocks a world of good,
and Mehmet opining that they would
not hurt each other much-they we're
too old.
EYES," agreed Ali. "And too fat"
Still, thrust it was-though both men
were old indeed. Lunge-though both
were fat and wheezy. Parry and coun-
terparry-thOugh the long years having
stiffened their bullying, knotted mus
eles, their shoulders moved clumsily.
And a forearm pinked; a broad chest
iron quickening to a rattle; the hits
clanklng savagely; wal cries BOOM
"Ullah kareem!"
"Deen! Deem; Fateh Mohammed!"
"Ullah kareem!"
a lusty, rowdy,. roaring song of
about the Square Of the one-Eyed Ri
grim, windows opening. Heads leaning
out to see what was the matter; heads
OF merchants and bankers, of priests
and artisans and government officials;
heads not crowned by turbans, but
the sun having died in the west and
curfew rung an hour since-by decent
and some frightened-yelling from
house to house:
What is it, neighbour"
Murder. and might! What is this
devils devising of a row?"
Peace! Let us have peace!"
turbed by. every gutter rat in Islam?"
And with our taxes going up year
"Who can these ruffians be-"
rich bazars!"
ps sM as% = n,n a q ;s4hiverig n query-"the
"The Lord His mercy!"
For the Red Hawk-Hassan ell Mesh
edi was his real name-was a red
bearded Turkoman who, for many
months now, had made the highways
and byWayS around Samarkand unsafe
for peaceful folk. Here. today he was
the steppe with a handful of hard rid
ing followers, striking swiftly and al
ways at the spot where he wa not ex-
pected to be. Not-at least to believe
their own estimate of themselves,
though I have my doubt that it was
trustworthy-that they were thieves
and bandits. But-said they-they were
poor men and hungry; and so, On a
dark night, they were wont to come
over the seven hills and the seven
waters to help themselves to cattle or
horses or a caravan mans goods; and
1t would be at times people g%rievously
wounded or v killed; and then the
Red Hawk and his followers off and
tern.
Therefore, from house to house, the
"Soldiers!"
Police! Soldiers!"
Fear growing. Then, as down below
the torches flared sharply and bathed
the scene in a flood of crimson, some-
body laughed; somebody made caustic,
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