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THE NEWS, FREDERICKSBURG. IOWA. A I I DEPARTMENT REMEDY Unctoftor TblsU llchll ialcl cl IlUSlGllBr 1 MKnmnds to better health in tbe rs. Aukruurdruggittfura buttletoday. Home-Sewn Fashions To Wear and to Give "MO.

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40, Presume Ability Men who undertake considerable things, even in a regular way. to give us ground to presume NOSE cold pinched root BOM shnt-aa if with dothexpoi? Ley a todea's cod menthol ttfvr riMf, pe sal ciassages with helps LUDEN'S Hating Ourselves To be angry is to revenge the faults of others upon ourselves. --Pope. THE GIFT WIFE RUPERT HUGHES--WNU SERVICE By RUPERT HUGHES CHAPTER Vm--Continued --10-To Jebb's eyes the man was utterly a stranger, bat Mr. Rosen no sooner saw Jebb than a smile began to quirk his mouth corners.

And his greeting was: "What's the trouble this time?" "Oh--you refer to the time I was here before." "Naturally." Jebb stood in embarrassment. "You havent lost your passport again, have you?" "I'm afraid I have." "Well, it hasn't been found. If it turned up the police would have forwarded it to us. Say, you must be as rich as you say, for you pay fines just for the fun of it. Where have you been all this while, "Are you trying to say 'Pierpont'?" "That's it, Pierpont, eh?" Jebb nodded.

"Tell me, Mr. Rosen, you remember that little child I had with me the time you saw me?" "Child? No. You had no child with you when I saw you. I'll not soon forget the first picture I had of you. Word came here that some Yankee was in trouble with the customs house.

It's a common occurrence. Americans are forever bouncing into Turkey without the indispensable passport. The consul sent me down as usual to get our fellow-countryman out of hock. I can see you sitting there now. You were very haughty.

I thought at the time that perhaps you had been indulging a little in magnificent water. You sat there hugging a Gladstone bag and threatening to report the customs inspector to your particular friend the Sultan." "I had a Gladstone bag with me?" "Yes, and the fellow had found some suspicious looking documents in it. Everything looked suspicious in the days of the old Sultan. You said you had come to Turkey to buy something--I don't remember just what. So many Americans come here to buy things.

Anyway, you didn't have a passport and the inspector wanted to fine you. You said 'Millions for defense, but not one cent for I remember that. I calmed you down and persuaded the customs people to accept a consular guaranty and give you a new passport. And then you went your way. Now you've lost it again, eh?" "You're sure I had a Gladstone bag with me?" "Perfectly.

It was full of blueprints and specifications and other dangerous looking papers." "Where had I come from?" "You got off an Austro-Hungarian Lloyd steamer." "And you can't tell me where I got on?" "Look here, my friend, are you stringing me? Asking me questions about you--what's this new game anyway? Lord help us, I thought I'd heard about all the fool questions a consul could be asked, but this is a new line. Why don't you cable to your friends in America and say. 'Who am Where was Where do I go from It seemed inadvisable for Jebb to keep his secret from his angering countryman. Seeing that there was no one else about, Jebb hitched his chair close to Mr. Rosen's desk and unbosomed his story.

Strange delight of confession! Just giving voice to his old secret was an immense relief. Rosen shook his head with the sympathy most Americans feel for the clients of Mr. Barleycorn: "Too bad, old man," he said, "I'm rather fond of the liquid myself, but I take it in sips." "Don't waste time sympathizing with me," Jebb broke in; "think of the child." "Do you know. I believe we've heard of her from another source." "You have! You mean she's found?" "No. we've just heard that she was lost.

We got a circular note from the American consul in Vienna. He had had word from the Austrian police." "My friend von Hellwa'd put them on the track. they heard any- thing''" "Oh, no They've just begun to pretend to lock. And here's the circular." He took from a pigeonhole a sheet of paper. "You see.

it says, 'Wanted information of Cecilia Baxter "It isn't Baxter--it's Thatcher," Jebb insisted "And not Cecilia, but Cjnthia." Rosen tossed the circular to Jebb "Oh Lord. Oh Lord'" Jebb groaned, "they've misspelled the name." 1 He looked further. "And got the description wrong! She doesn't look a bit like that! The search has been useless, useless." Suddenly Rosen was startled by a new idea "You say the child's real name was not Baxter, but Thatcher?" "Yes, Thatcher." "Any relation to--" he put his hand out to another pigeonhole for a card, "to John Thatcher, of Berlin?" "That's her father." "Is that so?" "Yes. How did you get his name?" "It was like this. A few weeks ago a Turk who keeps a little khan in the outskirts of town came in here with a Gladstone bag--" "A Gladstone bag?" "Yes, same style as the one you carried, now that I come to think of it.

The Turk--Hafiz Mustafa was his name--he went to America as a wrestler once. He can speak and read English a b'ttle. He came here with a Gladstone bag full of papers. He told a long cock-and-bull yarn about some American gentleman who had left them with him and never came back. The Turk came here to see about it.

He wouldn't leave the bag, but he let us look through it. There were a lot of blueprints and mechanical drawings with the name of John Thatcher on them. And a bundle of clippings and letters. I made a note of the name and promised to keep it in mind." "Where can I find the fellow?" "I'll have him here tomorrow." "I can't wait to see bun. Where is he to be found?" "His name is Hafiz Mustafa and he keeps a little khan out near the Adrianople Gate, close to the "I see right away yon are American." Mosque of Mirima.

Better go to the foot of the bridge and take one of the Golden Horn steamers--they run every fifteen minutes--get off at Avian Serai, this side of Eyub, and then go west through the Greek quarter. While you're up there you ought to see the wonderful cemetery of Eyub and the old landwalL" "I don't want to see any cemeteries. I want to see that Turkish wrestler with the Gladstone bag. Good afternoon." CHAPTER IX "At last the effendi is on the job!" This was Jebb's greeting from a ponderous Turk at the door of a shabby khan. The man had all the look of a retired athlete, whose sinews of steel had degenerated into swaddles of fat.

He recognized Jebb on the instant, and he was big enough to be rememberable on his own account; but Jebb could not recall an ounce of him. Hafiz Mustafa bustled about making coffee and preparing narghile for his honored guest. He spoke what English he had with a strong flavor of the Bowery, in whose environs he had picked up his smattering. "How you like my little khan, eh? He is not so worse, I theenk, huh?" "It is beautiful," said Jebb. though he could not imagine a more doleful spot.

"It is not soch a dam racket out here as in New York Ceety, eh? For long tarn I had a how they hash-house on Washeenton Street. Yes. I get lots of the long green in America and I buy that leetle hash- house from an Osmanh who is home- seerk for StambouL Bine-by I get the homeseeck too. "So at last I sell out for big pile of dough and come home. Eet ees not such a rnucb business here, but I can rest and theenk Eet is a small walk out to the beeg fields where the tombstones is nice to sect on and smpfce and dream the nice long dream And she is out there, my little hanitn what I breeng from America." "You brought your wife Irom America'" Jebb inquired politely.

"Evvel, effendjin--I mean, sure. Mike, I breeng her. She is dancer music hall on Bowery." "A Turkish "Not on your life. Bo She ts pure American bJood; comes from the great of Weesconseen. I see her dance one night.

I theenk she is mos' beautiful theeng what ever ees--she wear the leetle trunks and the seelk tights and the--spengles, and she stand up on her toes like she enjoy it. Bine-by, she ees love me, too, and we get married. She says she ees sick of that tarrible life, and so when I buy pretty leetle hash-house she help me. One day she is make coffee in those beeg boiler they have in America and the water spills over, and she is tarrible--how do you Her pretty face is tarrible burned, "But she is still beautiful to me, and her body is still the body like a seraili from Circassia. But after that she hates to go out in the street.

"I tell her, 'You come home to Stamboul where honest wives is wear the yildirma'--the veil, effen- dim. The veil is very kind thing. It keeps all women the same Eet is more equality than the hat. "Her name hi Weesconseen was Annie Meetchel, but I geeve her neew name--Osmanli name--Nayi- ma, eet ees one nice name--yes?" Jebb thought, yes indeed--not so pretty as Minima, but a great improvement on Annie Mitchell. "I used to have my khan near the Egyptian Bazaar," Hafiz went on, "but since my Nayima is out in grave there I like thees better.

In evening I sit there and smoke and theenk, nobody is in hurry--nobody say, 'Get a move on, "The Gladstone--they tell me you found "The Gladdastone, effendim? What is that?" "The bag--the valise--the--that thing of mine, you found." After another thimbleful of coffee, another mouthful of smoke, Hafiz rose, and, entering the khan, brought forth the Gladstone bag. Jebb recognized it with intense delight. He wanted to caress it. It was the first material link to his unsubstantial past. He rummaged the contents with a sharpness of eye that might have offended a subtler Turk than Hafiz.

"All is there, I theenk?" Hafiz asked, and Jebb nodded as he recognized every document he had collected in John Thatcher's cause. But had cherished a wild hope of ilndig something more. With some embarrassment he asked: "You didn't find ten thousand dollars in here, did you?" The Turk smiled. The Yankees always joked. His politely amiable smile was more convincing than any other disclaimer could have been.

"Oh, yes," he chuckled, "I find ten thousan' dollars--in a peeg's eye." "Would you mind telling me where you found this?" I'll tell you, but not unteel the boss has sometbeeng to eat." "Oh, thank you. I'll go back to the Bristol Hotel for my dinner." "The Breestol--not on your teen- type, Bo. It is so late you never get there. You must take a--how did they snack with me." He would hear of nothing else, and Jebb was forced to resign himself to the delay, hoping that perhaps some clew might yet transpire to aid his further search. Afterwards Hafiz began his story: "The day I feerst laid my eyes on to you--the old Padishah Abdul Hamid--whom Allah it please Allah--and I hope it does not --was still wearing the great sword of Othman.

But it was after the people from Salonica had come down and made him call back the Constitution. He took it off the ice--see? "When feerst the Young Turks is come to town some of the ladies think everytheeng going to be turned upsidown. They throw off the yil- dirma and go out to the streets, even to the theater. Some of them ride in carriage with their husbands. Some of them wear beeg hats from Paris.

This make the releegious people mad like what if in New York all the ladies is wear bathing suits on Broodway, yes? "Me and some pals is stopping a carriage and telling a lady she better go home and put on her veil or she's goin' to be very sorry. She is educated Osmanli lady; she makes poetry and writes a magazine, but she read too many French novels, she goes out hi the high- heel shoes, the tight clothes over the immoral corsets--and her face is naked. She is scream when we tear off her big feathers. First theeng I know, somebody grabs me. I turn round; it is you, and you say: 'You beeg brute, I'm going to break every bone in your body if you say one 'nother word to that poor The huge wrestler looked at the slender physician, then at his own boa constrictor arms, and laughed.

There was no insult in his superiority. Jebb smiled, too, at the magnificence of this Vanderbilt-Pierpont- ism, and asked: "Why didn't you beat the life out of me?" Hafiz smiled: "I see right away you are American, and the Americans is so nice to me--my Nayima is American, and the words you use they listen good to me. So I take your wrists and I hold you very gentle and talk to you nice and say in Eengleesh, 'Please, mister, kill me, but spare my "You say, 'If you let that lady go, I let you live a little I turn round and the lady is already vamoose. The other mens is want to have your blood, but I tell them you are a friend of a friend of mine, and they go away. "Then I say, 'Boss, it's my and we sit down at a little table in a little khan and I blow you off to coffee.

Bine-by, you say you got a date the Padishah, and I say, 'So long, old pal, I stay and feenish thees "So you go and I stay. Bine-by, I see you have leeved this--Gladda- stone, yes? on the ground by your table. Nobody knows your name or where you live at. I go to the American consulate. Nobody knows you.

They say, "Leave the bag here. We give it to I say, 'Nix on the hot air. I know about the American grafter. I keep it till my friend calls for it his own "I wait long tarn, but at last you are here, and here is the Gladda- stone. And that is all." Jebb sat in deep reverie, deeply dejected.

Then he shook off the old sorrow, and prepared to go. He wondered what reward Hafiz would think appropriate. He decided to throw himself on Hafiz' mercy: "I can't thank you enough, for finding this and keeping it for me. And now, how--how much do I owe you?" "Look here, boss," Hafiz groaned, "have I act like a piker, a panhandler, have I thought you and me was friends. I was doin' this as one American to a pal." Jebb took his big limp hand and tried to wring it "Excuse me," he said, ashamed of myself." "Let her go at that." said Hafiz; "cut it out, and clean it off the slate.

When you git back to New York, if you'll stop in at some Osmanli restaurant down on Washeenton Street or somewhere and tell them you know me, and I was lookin' well, and sent my best regards--they'll blow you to the best there is hi the joint, and I'll call it square." "I promise," said Jebb. "And now I've really got to go." (10 Bt N. Y. Silversmiths Were Men of Consequence Prosperous in their craft. Seventeenth century New York silversmiths were men of consequence.

says the "American Collector." The name silversmith did not come into common use till the Eighteenth century. Of those who wrought a little later we knew much more. Ahasuerus Hendncksc. trained in Holland, took his oath of allegiance to the king in 1675, thence onward he was a prominent figure. He made "jewelry, rings, funeral spoons, and beakers and.

as well, fashioned the silver spfars, pikes and sword-hilts, by the militant burghers Carol van Brugh was likewise a person of note He it was who made "the gold cup presented So Governor Fletcher in 1693 the bullion for which was purchased for and turned over to Vanderburgh van Brugh) to fashion," the courcil providing "that the revenue from the ferry be for no other purpose unlit bill for this was paid Garrett Onelc-bagh. ma-Ie ShelJey's Nassau tankard, belonged to a prominent family. Jacobus van tier Srreffl ws an ens.gn in Captain Waller's com- pany, sent to Albany in 1689 to protect the northern frontier against the impending French invasion; later a captain, assessor for the West ward in 1694-'95, and in 1698 "elected to the highly honorable position of constable." Benjamin Wynkoop. Bartholomew Schaats and nearly all the early silversmiths bestirred themselves civic matters Of the silversmiths who were not Dutch, two especially must be named--John Windover and the Huguenot, Bartholomew le Roux, the latter energetically espousing the people's cause at the time of the Lcislcr rebellion in 1539 Although they did not work in the Sevcnieenth century, and some of them were not born till the opening years of the Eighteenth, such men as Peter van Dyck, often termed the greatest of New York's silversmiths, Adrian Banrkcr, Simeon Soumaine. the Ten Eycks and others ojght to be mentioned in connection -with Scvenlccnth-ccn- tury silver.

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