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IV io. HOW THEY ELOPED By Cliff Sterrett I vy/ANT "This YkoMBoME FlaV/w Beau of ' PouS'£ •“Thrown OUT, AN' I 5djt ter Voo betauSe. 'they “Tell f ME VOURE THE -J 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, 1 4lNY BarTiCumr., LONG Ai Y'OoajT BuSy Ho furwiTure! Shall l Bounce Th<sL tawv QtuTL'/ So. j IK/AML H MASSED up A BI1 ? , OR/6IU4L sough J ONE, TvWO, 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 ON DE BUYMM' THAr IM GOT BLOATED BEAM, GATHER* -£ L S£ irt liable te^ bust ya op inter little pieces and chock ya T AWA'C- A (SINK like I'M DON'T i®IS§§§F ) ALLOW NO BODY TA 60SSP < vdP*? CROSSWAYS ‘BOOT ME. GET. fiPwal? / JFmiM ! me chatter? SKINNY SHANER'6 6O06LY DEPARTMENT DRAWING. lessons an Pin NO. 7 (SEE THE PowT?J dnOtuen. Ur nyi&hridUuft<L> UWAF CITY (M THE UNITED STATES NEEDS THE MOST DOCTORS?-CHICA60,- U)HY UDELL,BECAUSE iT IS ALWAYS IU. do you GET THAT! - BY iSOSH. ir I'LL LAY doluu, and SAY I GOSH All CRACKERS WELL YA MIGHT l SOMETIME HOUJ DO ) YOU KNOU) ? , v I NEVER SAID nothin ' - J i 6 AW AM MOUJ. GET FAILED DOWN- IF HE SWATS ME HE'S A BIG COWARD ! T\ HERE HE COMES GEE. WHAT DID I HOLLER AT HIM,!. FOR?- NOW If ' sore:I | % REALLY IS SUCH A T006H NOT AFTER ALL ? t 7 ~ HOME! - PAPA TOLD . Y)AMA TO TELL ME TO MAKE YOU TAKE your. ‘Tombone lesson 6AWAN, SNEAK*. , MORROW'S PAPER By Right of all Ah-, who indbed A/vt? I Do indeed) V CLAIM IT s/ft ■ThoCT fmo woolo ene.fi Think? I've fully Promised m/self The first \ GOIDEA) EGG/' ► \ IT LAVS.) TRAITOR MWAJIE' M'LOVE, THAT IN TnIs\ ^ Dockr. Dcne-like. Dot-eVED Bird We Possess The -Goose/ I That lays gulden eggs ~ l ) Sift MY UAJUftATEFUC) 'YOu wave.Thel\ FIRST EGG IJ , Voo T C——. V BY WHAT RIGHT ■WIPE CLAIMS THE.!; [First Golden ego V.OOR GOOSE HERE. STwill lav 'Sou Are. i CLAIMING Too MUCH c OF N/M Honque. howuoe V CANT GO MOR&AI A V Column; Tuftheic <- 'V/ou VjA&ABUA'E-J Houu wasThe-T EARTH' A1ADE- y HJNAT2 / Yes how rj WAS IT BY ( CONTRECTS (—, Tft day U-'ORKS By George McManus Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1913, International News Service. ALBERT-TAKE j THIS VASE AND ( PUT IT IN MY HUSBAND'S RpOM- ] I VANT TO CIVE HIM A EURPRit* oh: mrs.dott- I "WANT TOO TO SEE THE FINE PAZATA VASE I INOLKSHT FOR AjVt HUStBAND'S 1 room: p— vhats that' OH' I GEE. liqht OR DARK SIR! HORRORS IT S A L LITTLE. flat box I'Ll drink -> rr' r SOME JOKES. “|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. Vv < \ You Could Hardly Blame the “Tuff One” «'epTrkrht. H*13. Int«m«tlr*nal New* Service. nbfJss The Dini jbat Family m \jzL Eggs for the Goose but Not for the Gander Copyright, IMS, International New* Service 3y Herriman «iiuikins im havin' hard lock with the team this year.-jimminy SOSH. i veils H 1 COULD LICK id Soon bring him arodnomm — ——T ^srnh. AP D Ai h Trs TOY i MET l-KiCKc 1 Jy ( V if A61E&B an 1 -iPRUDEft . m; ' 6064 and ) QOlTS AND W VT •{ Solly, i y f CANT GET NO *1 ONE TO TAKE HIS PLACE,-HES THE 8EST TOJIRLER d #l|^bS.TH0U6H / HE'S c wllPH.WT TOO 816 '"'-A a'repeTaTion" IN TCUIN-6EE. r-)>LAf BUT HE'S 6or A (J kmv Silielusd head v fiJJ ~in '