The mother followed the child, and the priests threatened to kill her, if she informed her husband where the girl was secreted.

Daud Pasha was then at his winter palace in Baabda, and Nejm took my letter to him.

While awaiting a reply at the door, some one informed him that his daughter was at the fountain.

Without waiting further for official aid, he ran to the fountain, took up his daughter, put her on his back, and ran for Beirut, a distance of about four miles, where he brought her to my house, and placed her in my room, with loud ejaculations of thanks to God.

"Neshkar Allah; El mejd lismoo." Thanks to God! Glory to His name! The mother soon followed, and the girl was sent as a day scholar to the Seminary.