rising from a small censer hung down among the brass chandeliers, whose light was drunk up by the Persian hangings draped about the painted ceiling.

Masoud took up a backgammon set from beside him and called on Ragheb to play with him, heedless of his protest that he knew nothing of the game. As for Randa, she amused herself with discovering the identity of certain silken stuffs and Damascene garments heaped one upon another in a corner. And there she came upon a complete set of Lebanese costume going back to the eighteenth century. An insistent desire seized her to try on this dress; she darted behind one of the curtains and slipped her legs into trousers tied above the ankle, put on over them a flowing, richly bordered chemise whose edges were brushed by silken braids ending in coins, their upper ends fastened about her head; then she crowned it with a wine-colored tarboush and a sheer veil of silken green that she let fall over the tarboush and the plaits. And she drew back the curtain.

Masoud turned to the heroine of his shop, astounded, and made his way to a jewel box inlaid with stones; from it he brought out a pair of emerald earrings and set to fasten-ing them in the lobes of her ears, and slipped upon her wrist great bracelets, and anklets that rang to the fall of a pointed-toed babouche.

As for Ragheb, his abstraction turned into a whetted mind — nay, into a creative power which the inspiration of this apparition raced along! He drew out his pen on the instant to set down the likeness of her with whose love he was madly smitten, as she stood riveted before him as though hewn from a statue.

And when the time came for the dawn to send the heralds of its rays from behind the mountains, their violet mingling with the lapis blue of the sea, the artist had finished his picture of Randa in the beauti-ful dress of Lebanon. He looked up for one last scrutiny into her eyes, and their waters seemed to run limpid and trembling; and he rose

to her and caught her in his arms, while the murmuring of the angel asleep on his cushion accompa-nied them like a warbling melody.

And on the following evening, they came in to old Masoud to bring him the glad news of

their marriage — following the triumph of the painting of the old Lebanese costume, and Ragheb's engagement as art director for more than one newspaper and magazine.

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