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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS FRIDAY. HAY 2 1013. ^ Roily and Her Pals You Could Hardly Blame the “Tulf One ,> m By c b’eprrifht, International Sewn Here ice. L’StITm J 11 «Mnt This TroMBok/e j PuV/w beau op FdllVS THROUi/D OUT.ll, ] Abi' I Sent ter Vou/\_ lAU w because TmeV Tell] To it | ME VOURE THE (OR/6IW4L -Tough '" l 6tlV ! ' ,f lr A.' ^ 1 11 TA-^'T V P Us Boys A Reputation Carries One a Long Way, but— Ilf*.stored Coital Sit-ates Patent Qffie# By Tom McNamara r Stc wiiukinS iX havin' hard luck. | with the Team this tsar-jimminy crickets, rv CAfclEBE Aiv *?■ SPRUDEH 60ES AND OUlTS AND 60LL7. I CANT 6ET NO ONE TO TAKE . HIS PLACE* HEb THE BEST nuiRLER IK) TCWN- 6EE. BUT HE'S 6oT A , SuiEi-LED HEAD! 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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.