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SYNOPSIS
A passenger on the Nord-Express. with
Ostend as his immediate destination. Dr.
David Jebb is bound for America. Ac
companying him is five-year-old Cynthia
Thatcher, his charming temporary ward.
On the train they meet Bill Gaines, for
mer classmate of David’s. He tells
Gaines of his mission, and tells him of
his one terrible vice—an overwhelming de
sire for liquor. Jebb feels the urge com
ing to him again, and wants to safe
guard the child, whose father is dead
and whose mother is in America. Dur
ing a stop, Gaines leaves the train for a
minute. The train starts up without him.
Then Jebb is painfully injured in a
minor accident. A fellow-passenger re
vives him with a drink, which makes his
desire for liquor all the stronger. At the
next stop David and Cynthia leave the
train. David begins drinking. The next
thing he is conscious of is a strange sort
of chanting. He looks around, dared and
■lck. A door opens, and in walks a
strange-looking Negro.
CHAPTER III—Continued
Leaving his slippers outside the
door, the fellow padded over to Jebb
and with soft, fat hands adjusted
the pillow under his head.
“He wants me to die comforta
bly,” sighed Jebb helplessly.
Then the man shuffled back to
the corridor and lugged in a brazier
full of glowing charcoal Squatting
about it, he began to brew an ebon
syrup. The voluminous aroma float
ing to Jebb announced it to him as
coffee.
"Poisoned, no doubt,” thought
Jebb. But he was so sick that he
did not much care.
“Where am I? How did I get here?
What country is this? Who are
you?”
But the answer was a falsetto
gibberish in which Jebb, who was
something of a linguist, could find no
kinship to any language of his ac
quaintance.
Jebb noticed now mat ne was
clothed neither in his street-suit, nor
in his pyjamas, but in a garment
he could not recognize. His hands,
remembering a habit he had ac
quired and lost, went convulsively
to his waist His money belt was
gone, his ten thousand dollars had
evaporated—and the belt with it.
“Where are my clothes?” he de
manded, and again in bad German,
“Wo sind mein Kleider?” and in
tourist French, “Ou sont mes hab
its?”
But the black only gibbered.
Then the fellow backed out as
from a presence with many a long
bow. Left alone to meditation, Jebb
glanced idly down and noted that
his thumb wore a deep scar. His
experienced eye showed him what
sort of cicatrice it was. He remem
bered the accident on the train. But
who had lanced his thumb? And
when? Where? Why? The wound
had already healed. It must have
been days ago.
And on the little Anger of his left
hand was a ring, a curious ring,
with a dark and cloudy stone of
great size and unknown name, set
alongside a diamond, also large and
of evident price.
He took the ring off and stared at
it. On the inner rim was the leg
end “C. to J.” “J.” was plainly for
Jebb, but who was “C”?—cer
tainly not Cynthia. Who, then? It
might be a love-token—but whose?
There was a sound of colloquy in
the hall outside, of angry argument.
He recognized the uncanny treble of
the slave, and another voice, lower,
but a woman's voice.
The door opened wide and the
slave paused on the sill. His face
was as livid as the ashes in the
charcoal brazier and his eyes ffashed
and roved in their sockets. But
he made reluctant way for a Agure
that Aoated rather than walked, and
Aoated straight from the pages of
the “Thousand Night and One
Nights.”
Her costume was one great black
| cloud from which none of her tran
spired, not even the half-sheltered
! eyes of the Orient.
The slave oozed through the door
| and closed it, but as if he would
cling to the other side.
The Veil bent and billowed in low
curtsies and through it came these
English words, with long pauses and
gropings:
“The effendi has sleeped long, Al
lah be thanked, and I do hope he
sleeped well also.”
Instinctively, hoping to make him
self better understood, he spoke very
loudly and in a foolish dialect:
“May me ask where me have
pleasure to be?”
“The effendi is in Uskub.”
“Uskub!” he gasped. “I never
heard of Uskub. Where, please,
is it?”
, "It is in the vilayet of Kossovo. It
is not far from Nish.”
"Uskub! Nish!” he wailed. “Kos
| sovo! Where am I? What is a vila
| yet? Why do you call me ‘effendi’?
I My name is Jebb. How on earth did
j I get here? If I am on earth.”
“The effendi is on earth—very
much on earth, but how he gets
here, that is perhaps more a won
der to me as to the effendi. Per
haps in his time the effendi weel in
form me. I am but woman, it is
perhaps pardoned if I have a curi
: osity.”
I
The voice mothered him now:
"Then I shall not derange the
poor, weary eflendi with the imperti
nence of to make questions. I tell
you what I know. Last night there
was great storm here in Uskub. I
was much afraided of the storm,
but it is beautiful, too. I am watch
ing through my window. I can Just
see the road over that high wall.
Great flash of lightning comes and
in the light I see man—it was the ef
fendi. He is walk in the road.
Whence you corned I don't know.
You are there. You look very wild
and staggering. You fall down in
the meedst of the road. Then dark
ness. I was more afraided. for I
thinked first of some djinn.”
"Some gin?” echoed Jebb.
"Yes, djinn, the demon—you
know, I watch again and a new light
ning shows the eflendi lying still in
the road, no demon, but poor seeck
man. I clap my hands hard. JafTar,
who sleeps before my door—the
same who is wait upon you this
morning—he comes at my call. I
tell him to bring the poor efTendi
into house. At last he goes out the
gate and brings you in. I see you,
you are very seeck and do not speak
—only moan. I tell him to place you
Suddenly there was a snap, and
the pain was gone.
in room and make you a bed and
take your clothes to be made dry.
All thees he does very secret and
terribly afraided.”
‘‘But the child I had with me?”
“The child?” she echoed blankly.
"Yes, the little girl!"
“You have a young daughter,
then?” And the veil did not entirely
strain out a tang of disappointment.
“She is not my daughter,” he ex
plained; “she is the child of a
friend.”
“Oh!”
“She was in my charge. I was
taking her to America. She must
have been with me. She—oh, she
must have been with me."
“You did had no child with you
when I see you in the storm. Jaf
far, he say nothing of a child. It
is only you he ftnded.”
“But the Jittle girl, the poor little
waif—I must go hunt for her."
He rose to his feet, but his nerves
flared and burned like live wires.
His knees refused their office, and
he would have gone crashing back
wards had she not risen swiftly,
caught him in her arms, and eased
him to the cushions.
The hidden womarr was soothing
his brow with cool palms and was
quieting him as If he were a child.
“Effendi must be most quiet, or
he shall be much ill and perhaps
die. I go to send JafTar to seerch
the town for the littla girl. If she is
in Uskub or near, somebody shall
know and JafTar will bring her to
you.”
He cioseo his eyes under the
soothe ot her strangely potent pray
er, and she clapped her hands. In
stantly the door opened and the
black was there. Jebb did not look
to see, but he heard a heated parley
between mistress and slave. At
length there was silence and the
woman said:
“He is goed. He was afraided to
leave me lest the other servants find
you, but I did made him go, and
to send my woman to bring food and
to keep watch. He is goed now to
bring you the littla child. He will
seerch the city as if it is a cup
board.”
“Why is he afraid that the other
servants might find me?”
“It is perhaps kindest to tell the
effendi everything. Last night my
fear for you overcomed all my other
fears, all my releegion, my duty. I
thinked only that some poor man
goes to perish. I shall give to him
shelter for the night in Allah’s name.
But JafTar tells me you are too
weak to walk, and I cannot even
send you to the city to a khan or
to the house of a friend. He wish to
put you again in the street. I re
solve to come to see you for my
self. Jaflar oppose me, he try to
hold me back. He loves me much.
He Is horrified, afraid, and ashamed
for me.”
“Why?" said Jebb feebly.
"I have crossed the mabeyn."
“The ma—what?”
“The hall between the haremlik
and the selamlik.”
“The more you tell me, the less I
know,” said Jebb.
“The effendi has much hungry. 1
theenk you listen better after you
have to eat. I dare not have such
poor food as we have bringed by
all the slaves, but only my own wom
an, if the effendi excuse.”
After Jebb had eaten he said:
"Tell me why I brought you and
your house such danger.”
"If my husban’ should find that I
have talked with you, he would keel
us both.”
"Your husband!” And now it was
his turn to betray a flaw of re
gret. "You are married, then?”
"Yes and no.”
"Yes and no?”
“My husban’ did not raise my
veil after the ceremony. I was a
gift-wife, and unwelcome.”
"A gift-wife!” groaned Jebb. "I
have a splitting headache.”
“Shall I tell you who I am—from
the beginning? Miruma is my name.
It means the sun and the moon. I
am great, yes? to be both sun and
moon. I am borned in Circassia.
My poor father is poor and Allah
sends him more childs than wealth.
But we live in mountains—the Cau
casus peaks, and we do not need
much. And then my poor father
dies himself—Allah grant him bliss!
—and my mother has no man, and
five childs.
“Follows some years of ugly pov
erty, and not much to eat. I am
grow to have nine years. People tell
my mother I am beautiful and shall
become more. And I did. I was
very beautiful till I became old
woman.”
"Are you an old woman?” said
Jebb with a sigh. “Your voice and
your hands do not seem old.”
“But they are. I did pass my
twenty-fiveth year last Shaban.”
Jebb sighed again, a comfortabler
sigh.
“My mother sees that I shall be
beautiful for awhile and she sells
me as slave.”
“The brute!”
“No. She is good mother. She
sells me to rich hanim, a lady who
is most kind to me. In Turkey a
woman slave who is pretty is treat
ed wonderful kind. I am buyed by
great lady—a rich hanim.”
“A rich what, please?”
“Hanim—that means a lady, ma
dame; same like effendi means
monsieur, mister.”
“Should I call you hanim, then?”
“If you wish to be very respecta
ble—or is it respectful?—you should
call me hanim effendi, or hanim ef
fendim — that means like ‘my
lady.' ”
“But you tell me effendi means
monsieur.”
“Yes, and hanim effendi means
monsieur madame, or mister mis
sus—it is very respectable. But I
like better be called joost madame;
it sound very educated."
"All right, hanim effendi, I will
call you ‘madame’ sometimes,
though I like hanim effendi, or han
im effendim—like you. But you
were telling me how you were
bought by the rich—hanim?”
“Yes, and I am educate like as I
am her own daughter child. I am
teached the Engleesh, the Francais,
the Roosian. the to play, to sing, to
paint, to dance. I am become very
wise lady.”
“Five years I am live with this
hanim like her bes’ belove’ child.
One day I meeted wife of a Bey;
she tells her husban’ that I am beau
tiful so much I must be maked as
a present to the Padishah heemself.
So Raghib Bey he buyed me.”
•‘He buyed you?”
"Yes," the Veil answered with a
certain pride. “They Bey gived me
to the Padishah, on the anniversary
of the Kilij-Alai, when they did bind
the great sword of Othman on him.”
"And who is the Padishah?” said
Jebb.
She gasped at this. “The Padi
shah! You do not know who he is?
He is the Sultan, the greatest of all
kings, the shadow of Allah on
earth."
"Oh!" from Jebb.
"A year I did lived in the harem
of the Khalif, and then the Valideh
Sultana tells that I am again to be
given away as a present, this time
to a pasha and to be really a wife.
My heart leap up for. of coorse, a
woman is nothing if Allah does not
make her the priceless gift of a
child, a man-child. My new hus
ban* is then great man rising in
the world like the sun himself. But
sometimes the clouds come before
the sun reach his zenith.
"Hussein Fehmi Pasha Is begin
very poor; he was a khanji's boy—
you do not know what that is?—a
khanji is man who keeps a khan—
how you say, a little inn. But he
is too brave for to make the beds
and cook the coffee, he becomes
soldier and is rise. And the Padishah
call him to the Yildiz-Klosk and
make him decorated and titles him
Pasha. Then he make him Vila of
the Aidin vilayet. It is then that the
Padishah present me to Fehmi
Pasha.”
"And he married a girl as young
as you were then?” gasped Jebb.
"Oh, yes, effendl. We have a say
ing. ‘Before your daughter is six
teen, she should be married or bur
ied.’ At feerst Fehmi Pasha did lived
at Smyrna and have a splendid
white summer palace at Kogar-YalL
But Fehmi Pasha has a quarrel
with the spy the Padishah send to
watch him. The spy ia tell wicked
bad lies, and my poor husban’ is
exile to Uskub. And here I live.”
"But what did you mean by call
ing yourself a Yes-and-No wife?”
"Already the pasha did have a
wife whom he love extremely much.
Fehmi Pasha loves his only wife.
He wants no other. She did bear
him many sons and some daugh
ters; why should he have other
wives? But when the Padishah pre
sent him me, he is afraid to refuse.
He thank the Padishah one thousand
times; he makes me free woman,
and he marries me, but he does not
lift my veil.”
Suddenly there was the sound as
of a little child wailing. Jebb’s heart
lurched. Had his lost been found?
The door burst open and Jaffar
rushed into the room. It was Jaf
far who was crying, hysterically,
with words which even his mistress
could not understand.
“He's had an accident,” said
Jebb, and rose at once to go to
him, but his knees cautioned him
to remain. “Bring him here.” It
was the voice of authority. “Ask
him if he didn’t slip and fall.”
The question repeated in Turk
ish brought a flood of conflrmrition.
“Eees eet awfully seerious?”
came from the trembling veil.
"No, it’s nothing much. It hurts
a trifle,” Jebb admitted with the rel
ative standard of pain that surgeons
acquire. “Tell the black idiot not to
pull away from me. I’ll help him;
I’m a surgeon.”
Jebb's Angers went out on the dis
colored black flesh like ten white
carpenters. They pressed here,
pulled there, twisted, urged, per
suaded, as the victim writhed and
blubbered.
Suddenly there was a snap, and
the pain was gone with such sud
denness that it left ecstasy. JafTar
almost fainted of joy. Henceforth,
whoever might nominally pay Jaf
far his wages, really he was Jebb's
slave.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Tea Monopoly Influenced History of World
Tea doesn't sound like an empire
shaking commodity. Strongly
brewed, it warms the trapper and
cheers the sailor; mildly concocted,
it adds pleasure to a meal. Yet its
commerce has involved the lives
and fortunes of millions of people;
world politics has been influenced
and national destinies swayed by it,
says the Boston Transcript.
Its story has just been put into
two large volumes of a book called
“All About Tea,” by William H.
Ukers, published by the Tea and
Coffee Trade Journal company as
a sort of encyclopedia and manual
ranging from the earliest history of
tea through the latest knowledge of
its botany and chemistry. A great
deal of industrial and political ro
mance is to be encountered in it,
nowhere more so than in the chap
ter dealing with the introduction of
tea into America, the attempt to tax
it and the chain of circumstances
which followed culminating in the
War of Independence. But this is a
fairly familiar story in this part of
the world. Another dramatic chap
ter, not as well known, Is called,
“The World’s Greatest Tea Monop
oly.” It concerns the operations of
the Honorable East India company,
better known as John company.
Chartered by Queen Elizabeth in the
closing days of the year 1600, it
grew to a point where it maintained
a monopoly of the tea trade with
China, led the way for British con
trol of India, controlled the supply,
importation and therefore the price
of tea and brought about the first
English propaganda in behalf of a
particular beverage. "It was so
powerful," says Mr. Ukers, "that it
precipitated a dietetic revolution in
England, changing the British peo
ple from a nation of potential coffee
drinkers to a nation of tea drinkers,
and all within the space of a few
years. It was a formidable rival of
States and empires, with power to
acquire territory, coin money, com
mand fortresses and troops, form
alliances, make war or peace, and
exercise both civil and criminal
jurisdiction.”
While it was first of the East India
companies to be chartered, it was
not the first in the field, nor was it
without competitors in the exploita
tion of Asia. The Dutch were four
years ahead of them, thoqgh not
chartered until 1602.
Accident Reveals
Rich Deposit of
Mercury in Idaho
Sheepherder, Chasing
Sheep, Stumbles Onto
Mineral in Mountains.
VVEISER, IDAHO.—A chance dis
covery of a sheepherder has provid
ed Idaho with its first mercury mine
and a new $1,000,000 industry, ac
cording to state mining officials.
A sharp price rise in the quick
silver market gave a new impetus
to the venture when the European
war broke out and now the Almaden
mines, developed by L. K. Requa,
veteran Santa Barbara mining engi
neer, are producing an estimated
400 pounds of pure quicksilver a day.
The current market price of the
metal is $142 for a flask of 76 pounds.
National production last year was
only 1,500 flasks. New uses are
found for the metal in manufactur
ing arms of war, and production
will be increased as the price rises.
Finds Ore on Pony’s Feet.
Andy Little, young sheepherder
with a flair for mining, chased a
lost sheep across the sagebrush-cov
ered mountains 20 miles west of
Weiser in 1936 and noticed an out
cropping of reddish ore at his pony's
feet. He came back the next year
and staked out 18 claims.
Requa visited the area on one of
his periodic tours of western mining
districts and examined the sheep
man’s cinnabar stake. He leased
the property for 20 years with an
option on further leasing, formed
a company, set up a plant and be
gan production this summer.
The venture is a closed corpora
tion and no Btock is sold.
Requa believes the mountainside
on which the mine is located is a
solid mass of mercury in opalite
and phyolite forms, left by an old
lake bed. Cinnabar is an ore min
eral that occurs in both bedded and
vein deposits.
Plant is up-io-Minuie.
The plant is the latest metallur
gical science has produced. The ore
is roasted in a kiln at 1,500 degrees
and the mercury passes off in the
form of a vapor to be condensed in
12 tubes, 30 feet high. The mer
cury is drawn off at the bottom into
buckets and placed in flasks, ready
for shipment.
The mine is an open pit opera
tion. The ore is blasted out of the
hillside, tons at a time, and rolled
in cars along a narrow-gauge track
to a bin, attached to a long con
veyor belt. The belt carries the
ore to a crusher and thence to a
kiln where it is roasted.
Enough ore is present to last an
indefinite period. Production is go
ing ahead now at the rate of approx
imately 45 tons a day with a top
capacity of 50 tons possible. Be
tween five and fifteen pounds of
mercury are recovered per ton of
ore. Sixteen men are employed in
the plant.
Other deposits of cinnabar were
located in Valley, Blaine, Custer
and Cassia counties but they never
have been worked commercially.
Nimrod Couldn’t Recognize
Deer When He Saw Several
ASHEVILLE, N. C.—Officials of
the annual Pisgah national forest
deer hunt, in swapping stories of the
1939 event, gave top prize to this
one:
An amateur nimrod, on his first
day out in the hunt, tramped the
woods from dawn to sunset and re
turned to camp emptyhanded and
discouraged. He decided to insure
success for the next day and hired
a veteran guide.
The two set out early. They had
been gone only a short while when
the guide tapped the amateur hunt
er on the shoulder and whispered:
‘‘Quiet now, here come three
deer."
The hunter clenched his hands on
his gun and looked in the direction
of the guide’s pointing finger. Then
he exclaimed:
“Gosh, are those things deer? I
passed up a lot of them yesterday.”
Toad Set in Concrete 20
Years Ago Hops Out Alive
CROWELL, TEXAS.—Henry Ash
ford of the Foard County News is
the authority for this story: Work
men removing a concrete block
from the garden of Mr. and Mrs.
Jeff Todd had to break the heavy
mass. Out rolled a white toad, ap
parently dead.
As the sun warmed it up the toad
opened its eyes and began to kick.
Now it’s alive and well.
Ashford located W. H. McGonagle
of Hobbs, N. M., who poured the
concrete 20 years ago. McGonagle
wrote: “The toad was dug up while
we were excavating a hole for a
clothes line. By the time I got my
cement mixed he jumped back into
the hole. I threw him out. He
jumped back in again as I threw in
a shovel of cement, so I gave him
the works. I worried about it and
I’m glad the toad is alive.”
Tavern Keeper’s Horse
Is Greedy Beer Drinker
COLUMBUS. OHIO. - Caesar,
prize brown and white horse owned
by Bill Boyer, Columbus tavern op
erator, is quite a beer drinker.
The horse drinks from a large
basin placed at the bar by his own
er. His drinking, however, is lim
ited to two Blasses at a "sitt.lna.”
Smart Sports Frock
With Useful Pockets
DOCKET frocks are very smart,
1 especially sports and resort
types like this (1889-B), which
gives pointed importance to the
pockets that Paris is newly spon
soring as both decorative and use
ful. This charming design is realJ
iy everything you want in a new
dress for sports and daytime. It’s
young and casual. It buttons down
the front so that it’s easy to put
on. The wide, inset belt and the
shoulder portions, cut in one with
the sleeves, make it flattering to
the figure.
It has a slight blouse at the
waistline, which makes it feel
comfortable and look engagingly
nonchalant. You’ll enjoy adding
this to your midwinter wardrobe
right now—in bright wool or flat
crepe if you’re staying on the
job, in pastel silk or cotton if
you’re flitting South.
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1889-B
is designed for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18
and 20. Corresponding bust meas
urements 30, 32, 34, 36 and 38.
Size 14 (32) requires, with short
sleeves, 3Mj yards of 39-inch ma
terial; with long sleeves, 4 yards.
For a pattern of this attractive
model send 15 cents in coins, your
name, address, style, number and
size to The Sewing Circle Pattern
Dept., Room 1324, 211 W. Wacker
Dr., Chicago, 111.
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