The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1869-08-03

\ WIFIi'S STORY.

Oh, katey. the idea of keeping a
pipe on your drawing-room table
The speaker was bright eyed girl OF
seventeen, who was enjoying that great
delight oflooking over her married cousins
pretty things, and the lady, who had the
greater delight Of showing them-a bride
Of two months just installed in her new
home--rcplicd with happy dignity
worthy Of the situation:
1T is not the pipe, May, only the pipe
case.
But persisted the first speaker, the
idea Of keeping the nasty thing in such a
lovely crystal casket, and among all your
wedding presents
If it had not been for it | should
never have been married, May, and con-
sequently have had no wedding presents
There is nothing in the house, until Fred
comes home, that L prize so much as the
old, broken pipe-case.'
'Oh, katey, do tell whyr
We'll, dear, take off your bonnet and
ring for tea, and if l have time before
Fred returns, l will tell you the story
When we were abroad dear, the year
before last, papa was obliged to 90 to
Constantinople to make the Turks pay
him some money they owed him. They
had hired one of his steamers to carry
soldiers and stores to Crete, and after
knocking her about and half spelling her
they said she was not what they wanted
and refused to pay, and this after papa
had spent, | don't know how much in fit
ting her up according to their orders. II
was horribly unjust, of course, but then
think it served papa quite right for help.
ing to oppress those poor Cretans.
After good deal of persuasion, 90
papa to take me with him, and, oh, it wal
so delightfully."- strange and new Ou
rooms at Missieris hotel had bay window
looking out into the Grande Pera, anC
when papa, was away ON business | hav,
sat there for hours watching the people
people as it seemed Of every nation il
the world, and every class of every natiol
AS they passed by in their picturesqu,
dresses. If were to talk for an hour
could not give you list, much less de
scription, of the queer living flood whicl
flows up and down that narrow street
There is only one better place for cape
seed, and that is on the bridge over tn
Golden Horn, but there lady cauuo
stop to look about her, the throns is S
great.
1T was at Missieri's hotel that frs
met my husband. lie sat next to papi
at the table d'hote, and, being able +
speak little Turkish, went with us some
times to the bazaar, and to the mosque
until we became quite intimate. Pap
used to 90 down to the Porte (the govern
ment oflices) twice week, until the no
season came, and we migrated-as a
who can do-to the Bosphorus. My deal
| have read almost all the books abou
Constantinople, and, ike cleverer peopl,
have tried and failed to do justice TO thu
loyel y strait. | will not attempt to pic
ture it to you. We came back via Triest
saw Naples, the best of the Swiss lake.
and the Rhine; but the Bosphorus, tn
beautiful Bosphorus, when the Judas-tre
is in iull-bloom amongst the dark cypress
and Mount Olympus has not yet lost hi
crown Of snow, it is, to my mind, the gel
ofall, although associated with the terribl
adventure | am going to tell you.
we put up at the Therapai hotel, {
the Black Sea end, near Bayakderi
where most Of the European ambassador
have summer residences, and nearl
opposite place on the Asiatic shore, cal
ed Unkiar Eskellasie, (the sultan's valley
favorite spot for picnics There is /
village there, only preposterous marb
kiosk, built by viceroy of Egypt, prime
pally, | believe, to show how much none
he could waste; but the valley is vel
pretty, with turf almost like an Englis
lawn, shaded by great trees, and watere
by little tinkling stream, full of hom
like ferns and water-howers.
we went to the first picnic,--rath
an under-grown affair,-and when we hi
done dinner, the English division wel
wandering about the country. At Q o'cloC
Fred and found ourselves alone, som
where or other, on the banks of the lit
riyulet. cannot think how il was v
did not notice the disappearance of paI
i and the rest of our party, and that it w
growing dark. There is no twilight {
the BosphOrus. 1t was broad daylig
now, and dark in ten minutes. Tin
passed on rapidly, and yet we were n