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I’opyrlglii, 191 li. International Xaws service
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HOW THEY
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Today's Complete Short Story
H IS nain* w«ft Kemaledin, and he
was rich and noble. Every morn
ing he went to the Bazaar, where
he Bold costly rug> and curtains. But
on his way he stipped to worship at
the Sulieman MoS'ue.
Since the death V his wife, Neflsse,
who was sleeping yeacefully urtder a
cypress tree at Scutiri, he was a wid
ower: but he still Vissesse<l a costly
treasure at his hous», a pearl among
pearls his daughter, Jadje. Those who
had caught a glimpseW her said that
there was not a girl Ike her In Eyoub
or Stamboul. \
Kemaledin adored daughter and
fulfilled all her wished but It goes
without saying that hi guarded her
most carefully. In his munificent house
near the Adrianople Gae he passed
his happiest hours togetpr with her.
Nadje’s laugh was like tl\ chirping of
swallows. \
One morning old Kerr\iedln took
Nadje abroad, and as the^turned the
corner of the street they <pi£ht sight
of the blue expanse of thi M^mora Sea,
far below them. \
"Do you see the Islands?”^omaledin
asked “You may removel'our veil;
there is nobody here to see yl ”
Nadje dropped her yasmak, kj looked
at the sea with her face uncow-ed.
The sea breezes played witl^er hair
and put color into her cheeks\ n< i her
eyes beamed. She stood thri steps
•>om him, and Kemaledin tho^ht he
had never seen her look so b^tiful.
He thought her fit to be the wl\ of a
Murad or a Suliman, and thertp 1K i-
denly, while they were enjoying the
lovely view in silence, somebody p^i
I (‘lose to Nadje and looked at her |th
a sensuous light in his dark eyes.
“He stared at you.” said the
(angrily; “who was he?”
“Oh. please do not he angry,
j cried Nadje. .
She pretended she had never sed
him before, but she remembered veri
well having seen this dark face sev-\
*ral times before when she had visited
the Bazaar. k \
“W here 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-
i 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
i on tha‘ very evening he came to her
where she walked alone in her garden
* and’ made violent love.
He wanted t*> 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,
I 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 Iftizaar. Ho
pushed aside the yellow silk curtains
and entered with the expression of a
softah who enters the temple of the
Tophet.
When Kemaledin saw him he sud
denly recognized him, and his ’ace grew
red with fury. In a thunderpg voice
he roared:
“Are you not the scoundrel wty stared
at us the other day?”
“Yes, sir, and because I ha\e laid
eyes on your daughter 1 now afc her
in marriage.”
He said this with his face tAirrn^ to
wards Mecca, as if railing Allah to^vlt-
rress. But Kemaledin’s fury increased
and his eyes shot fire.
"My Nadje the wife of a son o\ a
dog—my Nadje!”
He roared so loud that the pet»^o
came running from all parts of tfy
Bazaar to learn about the impudence ^
young Djemal. They had no love fd-
him. Ch^fket. 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 KemalediTi, and with his fists
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 the 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 when 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
linking coffee in a house in a corner
of the little street Oufun-Tcharchi. One
dark night they went <m 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 !Vinor. 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 strtnge fever.
The Turkish doctors did not 'mow what
was ailing her. She seemed to waate
away, while Djemal had made a fortune
only to lose everything. H\s sales
dwindled down to almost nothing and
people said he would soon be selling
still less.
Allah has perhaps written In hfc book
that some day Djemal will have to sit
and beg at the entrance of the rrosque
to support his wife.
SOME JOKES.
"Is he what you would call a
class newspaper man?"
"I should say bo. When the ‘end of
the world’ scare was at Its height ha
had two editorials written—-one to pub
lish if it did come off, and the other If
It didn’t.”
Blink (the wholesaler^—Well, how
many orders did you get jesterday?
Gink (the salesman)—I gu two order*
In one shop. 1
Blink—What were they?
Gink—One was to get oit and the
other U> SAi out.