Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1854-11-09

J. tried to extort one smile from the
d master. The impassibility Of Il
: grand signior gave them, to unde
q stand that their time was i'll chose
< and that mirth would be dangerou.
: they had, therefore, one after the ott
: er, quilted the apartment, waiting t
5 re-enter at the good pleasure of tn
prince. One among them, however
the favorite dwarf, and -fhe most de
formed of all the inmates of the pal
ace wished to make another at
tempt. He entered noiselessly, and
seating himself near the musing Sui
tan, he took up one OF the tubes b
the. narghile, and putting it to bis
lips, he initiated the looks and pos
ture of his master. When the lat
ter perceived that the intention Of
the bufoon was to parody his sacred
person, be gave the unfortunate
oourtier most violent push with his
foot, and resumed his reverie. The
head of the dwarf hit against the
marble fountain, and blood flowed
from the wound. The hapless jes-
ter whose only fault lay in endeav-
oring to amnse his master, left the
apartment with tears glistening in
his eyes, and soon not sound was
to be heard throughout the immense
palace but the voice of the muezzin
summoning to the duties of the
mosque.
Shortly afterwards the hangings |
opposite the divan were gently raised,
and man stood in a respectful atti-
tude before Mustapha.
What wonldst thou?' said the
Sultan.
The bostangi-bassa, for it was he,
replied briefly according to The custom
of the seraglio: "A juggler stands
he might perchance amuse
your highness.
The Sultan made sign in the neg
ative.
This man. continued the bostangi,
knows strange things; he Can read
the future
Let him come in!!'
The bostangi bowed profoundly
Ind retired
Black slaves, armed with drawn
md glistening eimeters, surrounded
he imperial sofa when the zingaro
1as introduced. After slight salu-
alton, the young man leaned grace
ully upon his yataghan, awaiting the
rders of the Emperor.
THY name?' demanded Mustapha.
'Mehalle.'
Thy country?'
sJugglers have no country
Thine age?'
i was five years old when you
rst girded on the sword of Otto- /
lan.' t
whence contest thou?' 6
From the Morea, signior, replied I
he zingaro, prorounclng the words
nth emphasis.
The Sultan remained silent for a i,
but soon added, gayly:--
Since you can read the future, will
ut your knowledge to the proof
When people know the future, they S
ught to know the pastl' "
you say right, signior; he who ri
ees the evening star in the horizon r,
as but to turn his head to view the W
lst rays of the setting sun. ft
We'll, tell me how | made my ab- s
ltions yesterday n
sThe first with Canary wine, the W
scond with the wine of Cyprus, and
he third with that of Cnios.
The 'chief of the believers smiled
nd stroked his beard; he was indeed
/ the habit of derogating in this re
sspect, as in many others, from the o.
descriptions Of the Koran. n \,
.Knowest thou, replied the Sultan, u
hom the zingaro's answer had put
ito pleasant humor-'knoWest
lou that could have thee behead-
~
Doubtless, said the juggler, un- al
'as you did the Spanish ri
Ierchant, who watered his wine be-
re he sold it to YOU
Mustapha applauded the kno#l- g
lge Of the zingaro. He hesitated, c
sYertheless, before he ventured to n
ut the dreaded question that ty- a
nts, who are ever superstitious, Il
aver fail to demand of astrologers = e
low long have to liver a
(ConcludedAert week.) n