ion that showed to him he was expected, and at his
request he was conducted to the Bey's presence, and by him, again to
the apartment where his daughter was reposing.--The pretended Jew
followed his guide with the most profound sobriety, handling sundry
vials and jars he had brought with him, and upon which the Bey
looked with not a little interest and respect, as he strove to
decipher the cabalistic lines on each.

"Have you found any improvement in the malady that affects your
child?" asked the Jew, pouring a part of the contents of one vial
into another, and holding it up against the light, exhibiting a
phosphorescent action in the vial.

"By the beard of the prophet, yes; a marked and potent change has
your wonderful medicines produced. But what use do you make of that
strange compound that looks like liquid fire?"

"'Tis a strange compound," answered the other, seeming to regard the
mixture with profound interest; "very strange. Perhaps you would
hardly believe it, but the contents of that vial cast into the
Bosphorus, would kill every fish below your latticed windows to the
Dardanelles."

"Allah Akbar!" exclaimed the credulous Turk, holding up both hands.
"And this medicine, so powerful, do you intend for one so delicate
as she?" he asked, pointing to Zillah, who was reclining upon a pile
of cushions.

"I do; but with that judicious, care that forms the art of our
profession. So peculiar is the means that I shall operate with
to-night, that should it harm her, it would equally affect me. But I
have studied her case well, and you will find when yonder fair moon
now rising from behind the hills of Scutari shall sink again to
rest, your daughter will be well."

"Then will I stop and watch the wonderful operation of thy drugs."

"Nay, they must be applied in the open air and beneath the moon's
rays, with none to observe, save the stars."

"Then may the Prophet protect you. I will leave my child in your
care. Shall I do this, Zillah?"

"Father, yes, with thy blessing first," said the fair girl; for well
she knew, that the medicine which was to cure her, would carry her
away from his side and her childhood home, perhaps forever.

The Bey pressed his lips to her forehead, and with a curious glance
at the strange jars and vials, which the pretended Jew had
displayed, he turned away and left them together.

"Ah, dearest Zillah," said Selim, as soon as he found himself alone
with her he loved, "all is prepare