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THE ATLANTA < i h< >K< I I AN AND NEWS. KKIDAV. MAY 2. 19W.
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HOW THEY
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Today’s Complete Short Story.
H IS nama was Kemaledln, arul he
was rich and noble. Every morn
ing n«* went to the Bazaar, whefi-
he sold costly rugs and curtains. But
on his way he stopped to worship at
the Sulleman Mosque.
Since the death of his wife, Nefisse,
who was sleeping peacefully under a
cypress tree at Scutari, he was a wid
ower; but he still possessed a costly
, treasure at his house, a pearl among
i pearls - his daughter, Nadje. Those who
| had caught a glimpse of her said that
there was not a girl like her in Eyoub
or Stamboul.
J Kemaledln adored his daughter and
fulfilled all her wjshes, but it goes
without saying that he guarded her
most carefully. In his magnificent house
j near the Adrianoplo Gate he passed
| his happiest hours together with her.
Nadje’s laugh was like the chirping of
swallows.
One morning old Kemaledln 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?" Kemaledln
asked. "You may remove your veil:
| there is nobody here to see you."
i Nadje dropped her yasmak, and looked
at tho sea with her face uncovered.
: The sea breezes played with her hair
and put color into her cheeks and her
I eyes beamed. She stood three steps
o-nm him. and Kemaledln thought he
had never seen her look so beautiful.
He thought her f > to be the wife of a
Murad qt a Sulinmn, and then sud
denly, while they were enjoying the
lovely view in silence, somebody passed
close to Nadje and looked at her with
a sensuous light in his dark eyes.
i “He sthrod at you,” said the father
angrily; "who was he?”
"Oh, phrase do not be angry, sir! "
cried Nadje.
She pretended she had never seen
him before, but she remembered very
well having seen this 'dark face sev
eral times before when she had visited
tho Bazaar,
"Where has ho 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. Hut lying was difficult to
her. She knew very well that his name
was Djemal, arid 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, fur
on thu k very evening he came to her
where she walked alone in her garden
and made violent love.
He wanted 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 ut Candill.
(.n the Bosphorus, and that they would
sail 1 vgether 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.
I "Ask my father to-morrow," she said.
Then she ran away.
The next day at the twelfth hour
I Djemal went to the rich Kemaledin s
1 place inside the Brand Bazaar. He
lushed aside the yellow silk curtains
I imi entered with the expression of a
seftah who enters the temple of the
rphet.
When Kemaledin saw him he sud
denly recognized him. and his face grew
red with fury. In thundering voice
| he reared:
"Are you not the scoundrel who stared
at us the other day?”
"Yes. sir, and because i have laid
eyes on your daughter 1 now ask her
| in marriage.V
He said this with his face turned to-
wards Mecca, as if calling Allah to wh
ir-css. But Kemuledin’s fury increased
j and his eyes shot fire.
"My Nadje tho wile o' a son of a
dog—my Nadje!"
Ho roared so loud that the people
came running from all parts of the
I Bazaar to learn about the impudence of
J young Djemal. They had no love for
him. Chefket. Chaine, Muktar and
Hussein, who were outside, had fought
>.ith him and been beaten. They raised
heir voices in horror at his audacity.
Then Djemal spat on the ground in
ront of Kemaledin, and with his fists
! he made a path for himself through the
crowd. Out of the Bazaar he ran ail
the way to Edirne-Kappu, where K< -
maledin^fi house was. He told the serv
ants that he was the friend <>f 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
! '.and and talked to her so tenderly and
so swiftly that she grew all confused.
\11 she remembered was that they went
down to the sea at Stamboul and that
ere was a crowd.
He hid her. They passed the day
inking ooifee 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 s.eemed 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.
SOME JOKES.
"Is he what you would cal! a first-
class newspaper man?”
"I should say so. When the ‘end of
the world’ scare was at its height h«
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 yesterday?
Gink (the salesman)—I got two order*
in one shop.
Blink—What were they?
Gink—One was to get out and th#
! other was to stay out.