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HOW THEY
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By Cliff Sterrett
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Today's Complete Short Story.
WHY THAT^
H IS nam# was Kemaledin, and he
was rich and noble. Every morn
ing he went to the Bazaar, where
he sold ooe-tly rugs and curtains. But
<>n his way he stopped to worship at
the Sulieman Mosque.
! Since the death of his wife, Nefiase,
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ONE,
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Three,
Four,
Ri^E ! j
Kemaledin adored his daughter and
fulfilled all her wishes, but It goes
without saying that he guarded her
most carefully. In his magnificent house
near the Ad-rianople Gate he paaeed
his happiest hours together with her.
Nadje’s laugh was like the chirping of
swallows.
One morning old Kemaledin took
Nadje abroad, and as they turned the
corner of the street they caught sight
of the blue expanse of the Marmora Sea,
far below them.
“Do you see the islands?** KemaJedta
asked. “You may remove your ve<l4
there is nobody here to see you."
Nadje dropped her yasmak. and looked
at the sea with her face uncovered.
The soa breezes played with her hair
and put color into her cheeks and her
eyes beamed. She stood three steps
from him. and Kemaledin thought he
had never seen her look so beautiful.
He thought her fit to be the wife of a
Murad or a SuMman, and then sud
denly, while they were enjoying the
lovely view in silence, somebody passed
close to Nadje and lookedi at her with
a sensuous light In his dark eyes.
‘‘He stared at you," said the father
angrily; “who was he?”
“Oh, please do not be angry, sir?**
cried Nadje.
She pretended she had never seen
him * before, but she remembered very
well having seen this <lark face sev
eral times before when she had visited
the Bazaar.
“Where has he seen you? He smiled
at you. Who is he? Answer me!” ex
claimed her father.
She swore she did not know this
man’s name. But lying was difficult to
her. She knew very well that his name
was Djemal, and that he was a mer
chant dealing in silks and perfumes
from Bagdad and Syria.
Indeed, she had seen him many times
before and was to see him again, for
on that very evening he came to her
where she walked alone in her garden
and made violent love.
He \yanted to carry her off and marry
her and dress her like the wife of an
emir or a khan of Persia, and he said
he would buy her a palace at Candill,
on the Bosphorus, and that they would
sail together on the beautiful sea every
night in a swift caique. And his voice
was so tender and the evening so beau
tiful that she consented.
“Ask my father to-morrow.” she said.
Then she ran away.
The next day at the twelfth hour
Djemal went to the rich Kemaledin's
place inside the Grand Bazaar. He
pushed aside the yellow silk curtain#
and entered with the expression of a
aoftah who enters the temple of the
’ropliet.
When Kemaledin saw hi-m he sud
denly recognized him, and his face grew
red with fury. In a thundering voice
he roared:
“Are you not the scoundrel who stared
at us the other day?”
"Yes, sir, and because I have laid
eyes on your daughter I now ask her
in marriage.”
He said this with his face turned to
wards Mecca, as if calling Allah to wit
ness. But Kemaledin's fury Increased
and his eyes shot fire.
“My Nadje the wife of a son of a
dog—my Nadje!”
He roared so loud that the people
came running from all parts of the
Bazaar to learn about the impudence of
young Djemal. They had no love for
him. Chefket. Chaine, Muktar and
Hussein, who were outside, had fought
with him and been beaten. They raised
their voices in horror at his audacity.
Then Djemal spat on the ground in
front of Kemaledin, and with his flstg
he made a path for himself through the
crowd. Out of the Bazaar he ran all
the way to Edirne-Kappu, where Ke-
maledin’s house was. He told the serv
ants that he was the friend of thfc rich
Kemaledin and had come to see his
daughter. Nadje came out.
“Your father Is willing,” he whisper
ed. But he did not take her to the
Bazaar, and w’hen she wanted to turn
in that direction he caught hold of her
hand and talked to her so tenderly and
so swiftly that she grew all confused.
All she remembered was that they went
down to the sea at Stamboul and that
here was a crowd.
He hid her. They passed the day
'inking coffee in a house in a corner
of the little street Oufun-Tcharchi. One
dark night they went on board a boat
and sailed down the silvery stream. She
was trembling with fear. He sang to
her until she fell asleep.
Years passed, Djemal had become the
richest merchant in Asia Minor. Nadje
had beautiful pearls, a hundred gowns
and many Albanians to wait upon her.
Then fate turned against them. Nadje
was taken down with a strange fever.
The Turkish doctors did not know what
was ailing her. She seemed to waste
away, while Djemal had made a fortune
only to lose everything. His sales
dwindled down to almost nothing and
people said he would soon be selling
still less.
Allah has perhaps written in his book
that some day Djemal will have to sit
and beg at the entrance of the mosque
to support his wife.
By Tom McNamara
A Reputation Carries One a Long Way, but
Registered Tinted State* Patent Office
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By George McManus
Bringing Up Father
Copyright, 1913, International News Service.
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“|s he what you would call a flret*
class newspaper man?”
•I should say so. When the 'end of
the world' scare was at its height %4
had two editorials written—one to
lish if it did come off, and the other If
it didn’t.”
Blink rthe wholesaler)—Well, hrw*
many orders did you get yesterday?
Gink (the salesman)—1 got two order*
in one shop. ‘
Blink--What were they?
Gink—One was to get out and th«
other was to stay out.
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You Could Hardly Blame the “Tuff One”
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Eggs for the Goose but Not for the Gander
Copyright, IMS, International New* Service
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