. A trip to the Orient; the story of a Mediterranean cruise. ome, said Mr. Sarkis, as the carriagestopped before a large house surrounded by a smallgarden and a high wall. I wish you to meet my wifeand sister and daughters. Our hostesses were dressed in the English fashion, andour hosts, too, wore modern English clothes, but thered fez on their heads designated them as Turkishsubjects. When we expressed an interest in their wayof living, the ladies took us from the reception room,which was furnished in modern style, into their gardenwhere orange and lemon trees and semi-tropical plantswere gro
. A trip to the Orient; the story of a Mediterranean cruise. ome, said Mr. Sarkis, as the carriagestopped before a large house surrounded by a smallgarden and a high wall. I wish you to meet my wifeand sister and daughters. Our hostesses were dressed in the English fashion, andour hosts, too, wore modern English clothes, but thered fez on their heads designated them as Turkishsubjects. When we expressed an interest in their wayof living, the ladies took us from the reception room,which was furnished in modern style, into their gardenwhere orange and lemon trees and semi-tropical plantswere growing. They conducted us then through thespacious marble-floored central hall, permitting us tolook into nursery and bedrooms fitted up partly inmodern and partly in Oriental style, and led us up a stonestairway to the lev^l roof, which, with its surroundingparapet, recalled the one described in Ben fruit was served by a Syrian maid clad in thenative costume. On our return to the lower floor, ourhostesses conducted us to the divan salon or Oriental. (i89) I go A TRIP rO THE ORIENT. smoking room. There, while we rested on low couches,the Syrian maid passed around Turkish coffee in daintycups, and then brought a lighted narghileh from which,in turn, each one present took a few whiffs of the mildTurkish tobacco. Mr. Sarkis told us that he had visited the UnitedStates at the time of the Chicago Exposition. He tookone hundred and forty Arabian horses to the Expositionand had some interesting experiences while Rev. Mr. Zurub had spent sixteen months inAmerica and spoke in the highest terms of the kindnesswith which he had been received by the Americanpeople. In the evening a ball was given on the deck of thesteamer, which had been tastefully decorated for theoccasion. Our friends, Mr. Sarkis, Mrs. Sarkis andsister, the daughters, Fahima, aged about eighteen, Neda,aged about fourteen, and a son, aged about sixteen,together with Mr. Sabra, came on board to visit thesh
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