She was no longer sorrowful. The boy was cured at last!
CHAPTER VII
EL KÛDS
Jerusalem—that much-coveted city of quarrels—was still under Moslem
rule. The Jews—to whom it was as the golden heart of their country—had
done all in their power to possess it, but the Sultan was obdurate, and
had only bartered Palestine on the condition that El Kûds—the
Holy—should be extra-territorialised. So the rivalry between the Greeks,
Latins, Protestants, Armenians, Copts and Mohammedans continued. But the
Jews stood on a firmer footing than heretofore; and if secretly they
looked upon the _Harâm_ with covetous eyes, seeing behind the Mosque of
Omar the dome of their own Temple, they kept their secret well. The
Zionist leaders had impressed upon their minds the need of maintaining
friendly relations with their rivals; and they were urged to treat the
Christian sacred places with due respect, in order to show that they
were as capable as the Mohammedans of guarding them intact, if ever
opportunity should occur. That the opportunity would occur some day, was
to them a foregone conclusion; for however long and weary the waiting,
they were certain that Jerusalem would eventually be theirs.
Dr. Engelmacher’s house was situated in the south-eastern suburb of the
town, adjoining the Jewish quarter. Montella and his wife and child—who
were to be the doctor’s guests—arrived late on a Friday afternoon, just
before the falling of the Sabbath. They had travelled from Haifa to
Jaffa by boat, and then on to Jerusalem by train, for the new railway
between the two capitals was not yet completed. Engelmacher received
them with a breezy cordiality which immediately put them at their ease;
and his wife, a typical German frau, busied herself greatly concerning
their comfort. Little Julian, who had come in the care of the faithful
Anne, was installed in a pretty room transformed into a nursery for the
occasion. Mrs. Engelmacher had no children of her own, her only little
one having died in infancy. Perhaps that was why she had begged Lady
Patricia to bring hers: she longed for the sound of a childish voice.
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