ctionist! Infidel! Innovator! Wahhabi! Slay him! Kill him!"--Are
these likely to subside the while thou wait? By the tomb of St.
John there, get thee down, and quickly. Bravo, Shakib!--He rushes
to the tribune, drags him down by the jubbah, and, with the help of
another friend, hustles him out of the Mosque. But the thirst for
blood pursues them. And Khalid receives in the court outside a
stiletto-thrust in the back and a slash in the forehead above the
brow down to the ear. Which, indeed, we consider a part of his good
fortune. Like the muleteer of his Lebanon tour, we attribute his
escape with two wounds to the prayers of his good mother. For he is
now in the carriage with Shakib, the blood streaming down his back
and over his face. With difficulty the driver makes his way through
the crowds, issues out of the arcade, and--crack the whip! Quickly
to the Hotel.

The multitudes behind us, both inside and outside the Mosque, are
violently divided; for the real reactionists of Damascus, those who
are hostile to the Constitution and the statochratic Government, are
always watching for an opportunity to give the match to the dry sedges
of sedition. And so, the liberals, who are also the friends of Khalid,
and the fanatical mobs of the ulema, will have it out among
themselves. They call each other reactionists, plotters, conspirators;
and thereupon the bludgeons and poniards are brandished; the pistols
here and there are fired; the Dragoons hasten to the scene of
battle--but we are not writing now the History of the Ottoman
Revolution. We leave them to have it out among themselves as best they
can, and accompany our Khalid to the Hotel.

Here the good Mrs. Gotfry washes the blood from his face, and Shakib,
after helping him to bed, hastens to call the surgeon, who, having
come straightway, sews and dresses the wounds and assures us that they
are not dangerous. In the evening a number of Sheikhs of an
enlightened and generous strain, come to inquire about him. They tell
us that one of the assailants of Khalid, a noted brigand, and ten of
the reactionists, are now in prison. The Society Deputies, however, do
not seem much concerned about their wounded friend. Yes, they are
concerned, but in another direction and on weightier matters. For the
telegraph wires on the following day were kept busy. And in the
afternoon of the second day after the event, the man who helped Shakib
to save Khalid from the mob, comes to save Khalid's