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nging over an open f●ire in one corner, a few ears of corn▓ and bunches of dried grapes suspended from t●he ceiling.On one of the rough ●stone walls, looking strangely out of place● amid this Oriental squalor, was pinned a newspa▓per portrait of McKinley. “●Oh, my God!” cried the woma●n, as I glanced towards the ●distortion, “Me Republican, me.One time I see

●McKinley when I peddle by Cleveland, Ohio.You k▓now Cleveland My man over there”—she pointed● away to the fertile slopes of the Lebanon—“M●y man go back with me next m

onth,▓ vote one more time for Roosevelt

.〃埍 The patch-work youth poked his head in ▓at the door. 139“Taala hena, Maghmoód●,” bawled the boisterous Republican.“●This American man! He no have to go for sol●dier fight long time for gre▓asy old Sultan.Not work all day to get bi●shleek, him! Get ten, fifteen, twenty bi▓shleek day! Bah! You no good,● you! Why for you not run away to A●merica?/p>

? The soldier listened to th●is more or less English with a silly sm▓irk on his face and shifted from one foot to th●e other with every fourth word.The wo●man repeated t

he oration in her n●ative tongue.The yo

uth continued to grin un▓til the words “ashara, gkamsashar▓, ashreen” turned his smirk to wide-eyed ast●onishment, and he dropped on his haunc▓hes in the dirt, as if his le▓gs had given way under the weight of such untold● wealth. The woman ran a sort of● lodging house in an adjoining stone h▓ut and insisted that I spend the night th●ere.Her vociferous affecti

on for Ame●ricans would, no doubt, have● forced her to cling to my coat-tails h●ad I attempted to escape.Chattering disco▓nnectedly, she prepared a supper of le●ntils, bre

ad-sheets, olives, and● crushed sugar c