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HOW THEY ELOPED By Cliff Sterrett You Could Hardly Blame the Oj.vrtfht, lin.'L N#w» H*frica I \W4NT This 'TfeoMBoWf.; R-4VUJ' BEAU of Fbu_V£ “Throi*/d OUT AN' I SENT PER stoo BECAUSE TheV Tell ( NtE VOURE THE -J Original “TooGH | Today’s Complete Short Story why, That'.c h»s H4T! M IS name was Kemaledin, and he wus rich and noble Kvery morn ing he went to the Bazaar, where he nohl costly ruga and curtains. But oil hlH way he stopped to worship at the Sulleman Mosque. Since the death of his wife, Naflsae, w ho wua 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 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. Kemaledin adored his daughter and fulfilled all her wishes, but it goes without saying that he guarded bet most carefully. In his magnificent house near the Adrianople Gate he passed his happiest hours together wdth her Nadje’s laugh was like the chirping of swallows One morning old Kemaledtn took Nadje abroad, and as they turned the corner of the street they caught sigh' of the Slue expense of the Marmora Sea, far below them. “Do you see the islands?' Kemaledin asked. “You may remove your veil 1 Al*JY Particular, Lon6 AC V 1 Don't BuS~r Mo FUkuiTuRE Shall l Bounce ThgC Lxif-/ GfewTu/ OR I)o Veil WAWT HJM MUSSED up A Bn? That By Tom McNamara A Reputation Carries One a Long Way, but uttered l'nit«l Patent Office G6E WlLlllyMS I'M HAVIN’ HARO LUCK II (JoSH, I WISH I COULD UCK HIM, SKINNY SHANE RS 600 6LY DEPARTMENT UN THAI in GOT BLOATED BEAM, GATHER? - ELSE 5 Bust ya op inter. Lime pieces and chock ha T — AwAYl- A GINK LIKE I’M DON'T Upey ) ALL010 AiO BOOT TA GOSSIP i||§lf ( HlBPr crossways ‘Boor mb, get vmm i ME chatter? r - WITH the team this tear- jimminy CRICKETS, EA&LEBEAiO^lpm. spRtfDER . tfe?. GOES AND / QUITS AMO \ V , j GOLLY, I < H %/ CANT GET NO T> X one to take m vL I’D SOON BRING HIM AROUND!- IM )AFRAt> TO TRY /Ti^^<TH0U4H, HE'S wllPN W> T ro ° I 16 irt liable drawing — ■ LESSONS AH PIN NO. 7 (see me point?j CfoiOurt/i to- N^nruLai^ UitfAT CITY IN THE UNITED STATES NEEDS THE HOST DOCTORS *-CHICA 60/ iDHY ?- uiELL, BECAUSE IT IS ALWAYS ILL. DO you 6ET THAT? - »T GOSH. IT a sensuous light in hie dark eyes. “He stared at you,” said the father angrily; “who was he?’’ “Oh, please do not be angry. sh*-” 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 the Bazaar “Where has he seen you? He smiled at you. Who is be? Answer me!" ex claimed her father. She swore she did not know thia 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 perfume* 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 wanted to carry her off and mar; y 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 Candll£ on the Bosphorus, and that they would sail together on the beautiful sea every night in a swift caique. Aiid his voice w-as 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 curtains and entered with the expression of a softah who enters the temple of the ’rophet. When Kemaledin saw him 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 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 th£ 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 td 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-Tcharehi. One dark night they went on board a boat and sailed down the silvery stream. She was trembling with fear. |le sang to her until she fell asleep. Years passed. Djemal had become the richest merchant m 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. HIS PLACE-HES THE BEST TWIRLER in town- gee . BUT HE’S 6oT A r ( SWELLED HEAD) J I'LL lay DOUlU. and SAY I I NEVER SAID I GOSH all crackers I WIELL YA MIGHT 1 C/YMCTiMC UAlil 6AuJAN NOUl GET FALlED DOWN- if he SWATS ME HE'S A BIG. COWARD ! JT here he comes GEE, WHAT DID 1 HOLLER AT himt FOR? - T N0U) ( HE £ l /,y sure :! 1 SOMETIME H0U) DO You know ? r—v really is such a TOUGH NUT AFTER noth/n ' - r 1 HOME 1-PAPA Told to tell me TO MAKE YOU TAKE your." Tom bone lesson GAUlAN, SNEAK 1 . , MORROWS PAPER Eggs for the Goose but Not for the Gander Copyright. J91.1, International News Service. ey The Riuht of wy auA Ah, who iajdred and) I'VE FULLY PROMISEDf m/self The Fiftsn s. 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(’LL DRINK -> it : r SOME JOKES. “Is hfc what you would call a flrat- class newspaper man?” “I should say so. When the end o/ the world’ scare was at ita height he had two editorials written—one to pub lish if It did come off. and the other if it didn't." Blink (the wholesaler j-r-Weli, 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.