Life — July 20, 1899 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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yi Ty} “ USTAPHA,” said the Cadi, as he removed the stem of his hvokah from his lips, “that was a great old time we had lust evening, wasn’t it?” “Truly it wasa high old time, oh, grand- 60n of Solomon! But I have without the keeper of the roof-garden whom your sub- limity commanded to be brought before you.” “Fotch in the yesedi—tho worshipper of the devil,” suid the Cadi, “By the side- whiskers of the Prophet! the kuflr shall have justice.” Mustapha dragged to tho edge of the carpet a man with a Jewish cast of feat- ures, The process jolted a number of large, black cigars from his pockets, and caused an ornament in his shirt-front to glitter ALONG THE APRICAN Coast. like a real diamond, Tho Cadi directed Mesrour, tho chief cunuch, to gather tho cigars for tho uso of the Court, and to con- fiscate the ornament on the chance that it might be genuine. Then ke proceeded to business, ““Krow you not, slavo, that you bave endangered tho lives of many truo bellevers by not oboying the trado of the Sultan, which says that all places of amusement shall bo provided with fire-escapes and plain signs showing whore they aro—” : Put them bricks in ag‘tn, —) “But they costet ‘mo money, chudgo, und—" “BtaMr Allab !” exclaimed the Cadi, “Silence, thou dog of an unbeliever! Moro than that, thou bast charged the people an entire sequin to seo a show that was not worth ten pistareons, Thou hast also sold thom bad drinks at throo prices, Thou hast fenced off the only places whence thy dire actors could be seen or heard, and then charged an extra soquin to sit within tho placo, when thou shouldst really havo paid believers to sit thy vile show through.” “True, chudge; but vas I not right to take dem follers’ money when dey come ir growds und vant to gif it up?” “ Wallah thaib—itis well said,” exclaimed the Cadi; “but because foole and their money aro separated without diMeulty, the Prophet doth not allow a son of Shitan to imperil tho lives of true believers with the danger of fire and the worse danger of bad fire-water, Mustapha, prepare the bas- tinado—” “Oh, chudgo, I never know it was wrong,” howled the man, “I bef paid the Tammany Cadis many sequins, und het squared tho captain of Janizzaries in my precinct, und dey told mo to go aheat und do vat I dam please.” “Bismillah! This isn't that kind of a Cadi, Two hundred strokes, Mustapha, woll Inid on the baro feet, And listen, slave; for two moons thy show sball be free to whomsoover Is silly onough to want to see it, and hereafter thou sbalt sell nono but pure beer—if there is such a thing— and if thou puttest water in thy spirits thou shalt be put Into water thysolf—into tho water of the Bosphorus, and ina bag. Beo to it, Mustapha.” “ Murakhas—you are dismissed!” said Mustapha to tho bystanders, and led tho prisoner out. Tho Cadi Tho’ some are a bit har-r-d to reach — disappeared behind tho curtain, softly humming to himself: Dans la ville an- clenne Ny aura chaleur ce solr, Thon ensued tho customary gurgling sound, as ho was heard to murmur: “Hero's tothe only Cadi on tho bench.”