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CHAPTER VIII—Continued
—10—
To Jebb's eyes the man was utter-
ly a stranger, but Mr. Rosen no
sooner saw Jebb than a smile be-
gan 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 haven’t 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 for-
warded 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, Mr.—
Mr.—”
“Are you trying to say ‘Pier-
pont’?”
“That’s it, Mr.—Vanderbilt Pier-
pont, eh?”
Jebb nodded. “Tell me, Mr. Ro-
sen, 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 cus-
toms house. It’s a common occur-
rence. Americans are forever
bouncing into Turkey without the'in-
dispensable 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 wa-
ter. You sat there hugging a Glad-
s.ont bag and threa'ening to report
the cu.'toms inspector to your par-
ticular 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 in-
spector wanted to fine you. You
said ‘Millions for defense, but not
one cent for tribute.’ I remember
that. I calmed you down and per-
suaded the customs people to accept
a_ consular, guaranty and give ^ou
hand out to another pigeonhole for a
card, “to John Thatcher, of Ber-
lin?”
“That’s her father.”!
“Is that so?” 1
“Yes. How did flou get his
name?” I
"It was like this. A, few weeks
ago a Turk who keeps a little khan
in the outskirts of towbi came in
here with a Gladstone bag—”
“A Gladstone bag?” I
“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 little. 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 nev-
er 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 let-
ters. 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 him. 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
Lighteth His Soul
I met in the street today, a
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love. His hat was old, his coat
was threadbare—there were holes
at his elbows; the water passed
through his shoes and the stars
through his soul.—From “Les Mis-
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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 blue-
prints 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 ques-
tions 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 I? Where was I?
Where do I go from here?—answer
prepaid.’ ”
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 de-
light 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 Vi-
enna. He had had word from the
Austrian police."
“My friend von Hellwald put them
on the track. Have they heard any-
thing?"
“Oh, no. They’ve just begun to
pretend to look. And here’s the cir-
cular.”
He took from a pigeonhole a sheet
of paper.
“You see, it says, ‘Wanted infor-
mation of Cecilia Baxter.’ ”
“It isn’t Baxter—it’s Thatcher,”
Jebb insisted. “And not Cecilia, but
Cynthia.”
Rosen tossed the circular to Jebb.
“Oh Lord, Oh Lord!” Jebb
groaned, "they’ve misspelled the
name.” 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 hia
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 say?—scalded.
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 in 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 Miruma, but a great im-
provement 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 1 like thees better. In
evening I sit there and smoke and
theenk, nobody is in hurry—nobody
say, ‘Get a move on, Hafiz!’ ”
“The Gladstone—they tell me you
found it?—where?”
“The Gladdastone, effendim?
What is that?”
“The bag—the valise—the—that
thing of mine, you found.”
After another thimbleful of cof-
fee, another mouthful of smoke,
Hafiz rose, and, entering the khan,
brought forth the Gladstone bag.
Jebb recognized it with intense de-
light. He wanted to caress it. It
was the first material link to his un-
substantial past.
He rummaged the contents with a
sharpness of eye that might have
’Clfended a subtler Turk than Hafiz.
All is there, I theenk?” Hafiz
asked, and Jebb nodded as he recog-
ized every document he had col-
cted in John Thatcher's cause. But
had cherished a wild 'tope of
ding 1‘"'«^ething more,/,, \ some
. 'ont ki c. .1 >
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 ladles is wear bathing suits
on Broodway, yes?
“Me and some pals is stopping a
carriage and telling a lady she bet-
ter 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 maga-
zine, but she read too many French
novels, she goes out in 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 ev-
ery bone in your body if you say one
’noff.er word to that poor child!’ ”
The huge wrestler looked at the
slender physician, then at his own
boa constrictor arms, and laughed.
There was no insult in his superior-
ity.
Jebb smiled, too, at the magnifi-
cence 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 Ameri-
cans 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 gen-
tle and talk to you nice and say in
Eengleesh, ‘Please, mister, kill me,
but spare my life.’
“You say, ‘If you let that lady go,
I let you live a little while.’ I turn
“I see right away yon
are American.”
Mosque of Mirima. Better go ti-
the foot of the bridge and take one!
of the Golden Horn steamers_the,
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 cemeter-
ies. I want to see that Turkish wres-
tler with the Gladstone bag. Good
afternoon.”
round and the lady is already vam-
oose. 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 treat,’
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 weet’ the Padishah, and I say,
‘So long, old pal, I stay and feenish
thees narghile i’
“So you go and I stay. Bine-by,
I see you have leeved this—Gladda-
stom, yes? on the ground by your
table. Nobody knows your name or
where you live at. I go to the Amer-
ican ct^isulate. Nobody knows you.
-v. Beave me /bag" n<«J| We
t to him.’ I say, ‘Nix on the
r. I know about the American
giaf.er. I keep it till my friend
calls for it his own self.’
“I wait long tam, but at last you
J are here, and here is the Gladda-
^stone. And that is all.”
CHAPTER IX
“At last the effendi is on the j
This was Jebb’s greeting fri
ponderous Turk at the door
shabby khan. The man had a
look of a retired athlete, whosi
ews of steel had degeneratei
swaddles of fat.
He recognized Jebb on tlie In-
stant, and he was big enough/to be
rememberable on his own account;
but Jebb could not recall anfounce
of him.
Hafiz Mustafa bustled aboJt mak-
ing coffee and preparing a Jarghile
for his honored guest. Ha spoke
what English he had with a strong
flavor of the Bowery, in w'lose en-
virons he had picked up hfs smat-
tering.
How you like my little k
He is not so worse, I theen
“It is beautiful,”
though he could not imagir
doleful spot.
“It is not soch a dam itacket out
here as in New York Ceetfr, eh? For
long tam I had a how thify say?—a
hash-house on Washeeni/on Street.
Yes. I get lots of the loing green in
America and I buy that leetle hash-
house from an Osmanli w/ho is homC-
seeck for Stamboul. Bilne-by I get
the homeseeck too. f
“So at last I sell out/for big pile
of dough and come hoc he. Eet ees
not such a much busim/ss here, but
I can rest and theerik. Eet is a
small walk out to tk fe beeg fields
where the tombstones fs nice to seet
on and smoke and d
long dream. And she
my little hanlm whal
America.”
“You brought jro ____
America?” Jebb ina uired politely.
“Ewet, effendim- i-I mean, sure,
Mike, I breeng her. *“
in music hail on Be
“A Turkish dancr /r?”
“Not on your life, (Bo. She is pure
American blood; < lomes from the
great ceety of f ' "sconseen. I see
jr'fou Hujrt’t find ten th
pw in here, did you?”
The Turk smiled. The Yankees
lways joked. His politely amiable
imile was more convincing than any
ther disclaimer could have been,,
"Oh, yes,” he chuckled, “I
’ten thousan dollars—in a Jv 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 app^T^-ite. He decided to
throw himselr oft 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 panhan
dler
was
American to a pal.”
Jebb took his big limp hand and
tried to wring it.
“Excuse me,” he said, “I’m
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 res-
taurant 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 in the
joint, and I’ll call it square.”
“I promise,” said Jebb. “And now
I’ve really got to go.”
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“Would you mind
where you found this?’
“Sure, I’ll tell you, but ri!S?Shteel
the boss has sometheeng 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 say?—a snack with me.”
He would hear of nothing else,
and Jebb was forced to resign him-
self to the delay, hoping that per-
haps 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 Ha-
mid—whom Allah preserve!—if 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 Consti-
tution. 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
r, have I? I thought you and me
s friends. I was doin’ this as one
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pousing the people’s cause at the
time of the Leisler rebellion in 1689.
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Jacobus van der Spiegel was an
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