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46 A SERVANT OF SATAN. was but a short one. He was ina hurry to get back into town. He was perfectly wild with delight at the idea of his adventure. Who could the beautiful creature be? He had noticed a princess’ coronet on*the panels of the car- riage, and the black horses and glittering liveries of the coachman, footman, and of the two grooms would lead to belief that they belonged to a member of the Khedival family. Moreover, the eunuch in attendance was cer- tainly a person of high rank, afact which was demonstrated by the ribbon of the Order of the ‘‘Osmanieh” which he wore in his button-hole. Frederick was puzzled to know. how all this would sad That the fair lady looked upon him with favor was un- deniable. But he knew enough about the strict rules of an oriental harem to doubt whether he would ever be able to meet her alone, as the eunuch had already noticed his admiration of the lady and would certainly warn his master, the Pasha. However, Frederick determined to go to the bitter end, no matter what the cost might be. T'wo days later he was lounging on the terrace of the | hotel, lazily watching the throng of Arabs, donkeys, and _ beggars jostling one another along the Hsbekleh street, yhen his attention was suddenly attracted by a ragged in- dividual, with a very black countenance and a basket of flowers, who was evidently trying to catch his eye. Frederick, leaning over the balustrade, was about to throw a few plasters to the man, when the latter suddenly broke loose from the crowd, and walking up the marble steps, ‘‘salaamed” to him in the most approved fashion; then squatting down on the ground in front of him, he extracted a bunch of flowers from his basket. Frederick was about to motion him away, when the man hurriedly thrust the roses into his hands, whispering in a low, guttural voice: “¢ Letter for you.” = Se NT oe ot RD te Ree ‘, 22 4" oe —comicbooks.com