Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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30 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE as he stalked by. Why he had consented to be laid away in the gardens of the Koubba, the tekkes and story-tellers, tho paid for their pains, could not tell. ' ' Nought is durable save his empire, ' ' they had wailed in t h e chatter i n g bazaar. "Elhamdou lillahi oualida hou." On the eve of the great day of his marriage, household negresses had carried his betrothed around the Kasbah on their shoulders, chanting "We place you under the wing of the Prophet," and when they had placed her on the ground before him they had withdrawn, saying: 1 ' Here is beauty without perfume ; behold the gracious beauty, behold the tender date, behold the fine amber." Then, as was the custom, he had withdrawn, without her, to private chambers, and had spent the next seven days in feasting, music, and singing. Now, the all-seeing Prophet had written into his laws that the lawful number of man 's wives could be four, yet, as time sped on, the Shereef did not increase his household, and clove to her as a gumtree to its sap. She was a woman from far-off Mascara, of noble family, dainty, beautiful, and of a strange vivacity. In the evenings, when the lanterns burned dimly on the tiles, she had sung to him the "Gazelle Song," never ending: "For the first time I appeared before him, in the shape of a young maiden, still virgin, beautiful, and clad in beautiful garments — a glance, a form, a cheek that outshone the splend o r of the moon and of the sun. I am without family, and I implore thee to receive me." He could have harkened to her unceasingly, and would have done so, but relatives and advisers warned him that he was childless, with but one wife, and that the law of Muhammad was still unfulfilled by three. The day of his second marriage she stood in a chamber walled by soft curtains, and knew, from low chanting that crept ever into her window, that