The Argosy, June 1904 — page 81: what you’re looking at

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A GRAMMATICAL ERROR. 567 sent members of his own family to wait upon us until we could complete the quota of servants the place demanded. “ Let us visit Mahmoud Pasha,” said Mr. Morton. “ We can gain nothing by delay.” “ Father, be careful!” tioned him. “My dear child,’ said Mr. Morton, looking at her fondly, clad now as she was in the ordinary garb she had brought from Paris, “I have traveled from Erzeroum to Orlitz, have been in Sofia, and Belgrade, have visited many pashas and valis, and am here yet. Fear nothing.” We went together to the palace, and upon announcing our names were ad- mitted to the presence of Mahmoud Pasha. : The Vali of Macedonia was sitting cross-legred as usual, smoking his chibouk. His little eyes twinkled when he saw me. “ Exeellency,” I said, “I have re- turned, and take pleasure in presenting iny friend Effendi Morton, a missionary In your province.” “T am pleased to meet the effendi,” said Mahmoud calmly. “ How did you find vour mines? ” “My mines? I have not been near my mines since you released me from prison to go learn who was the leader of the revolt against the Sultan.” “Ts that true?” he asked, with an effort at surprise. “And did you learn? ” “Yes.” “Who?” “The Sultan.” Mahmoud Pasha stopped smoking a moment and looked at me, then at Mr. Morton. His face was a perfect blank. One could not tell what was behind the little pig-like eyes. Adria cau- “ [think it is about over anyhow,” he said. “The Powers have modified the intended reforms, and I think we shall have peace. Have you met the Greek Gironda and his daughter ? ” “Gironda is dead, and his daughter is Adria Morton, daughter of ithe effendi. | want to know what my status is to be in Salonika. Am I safe from per-_ secution?” “Persecution? Persecution?” rc- peated Mahmoud Pasha, resuming his pipe. “ There is no persecution here. Kffendi Morton is equally safe. I know his name well. You will remain and de- velop your mines, of course.” “Yes, and expect to marry Adria. | wish protection for her from Achmet Bey.” “'Phat,” said Mahmoud,” is easily granted. Achmet Bey is dead.” “ Dead! How was he killed ? ” “ Be satisfied without too many ‘ques- tions. Achmet Bey is dead, peace will soon reign again, and your mimes and vour persons are safe. Do you believe me?” a4 Yes.” “ Yes,” added Mr. Morton. Mahmoud bowed and smiled, and we returned to Gironda’s house. There Mr. Morton united Adria and me in marriage,and there we are all four living still, and I am happy to say that Adria’s fortune, with the increasing prosperity of my mines, enables us to enjoy the good things of life, as well as permit Mr. and Mrs. Morton to use ample wealth to promote the growth of Christianity in Turkey. Among our friends we count Mah- moud Pasha, and I have never pressed him for an explanation of Achmet Bey’s death or perfidy to me. There are things better left alone, and as we are happy, I am content. THE END. A GRAMMATICAL ERROR. THE Boston maid refused his hand Because he knocked, and she Inquired, “Who is knocking?” and He answered, “It is me.” PRODUCED BY UNZ.ORG Conn ELECTRONIC REPRODUCTION PROHIBITED OO CO