The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-27


only pausing to paint the refrain, Yen.
geen va! Galata dar rs they passed.
Hamals hustled along the streets, carry
ing such machines. as gentleman 'of
small means might have to water his
flowers, and which in Cofstantinople
we're called fre-engines; and police
hurried to the scene, armed with more
potent Instruments, like Brobdignagian
boat hooks, for pulling down tho neigh
boring houses and so confining the
conhagration. Thieves from all quarters
assisted" and folks who had anything
to lose in the street that was ablaze,
broke into houses in the next and took
what they could, as the only means of
insurance against their inevitable loss.
Pull down house with boat-hook; /;
break in and plunder shop in Fleet
street because there is fire in Fetter-
lane impossible! Well, go to Constan-
time "Yengeen cal" is bawled out. The
fire, as usual, burned on rs long rs it
had anything to burn; and when the
ashes were cold, the proprietors of the
destroyed houses began to rebuild them
of tho very same band-box materials as
had just been blazing. It was tue will
Of God, and God was great Whose
dogs wero they, that they should fly in
the face of Allah? Bricks, stone, iron!
Inshallah! and if Allah willed it, would
not they burn, too?
In digging the foundations for new
house near that before which the glove
and fan of the missing lady had been
found, the workmen came upon some
thing which frightened them. It will
not do to find anything extraordinary in
Turkey, if you are Turk and want to
keep out of trouble; SO they sent for the
police, who got frightened too, rs soon
as they saw how that something Ia
sack) was tied, and sent for the British
january, who, as soon as lie opened it,
ran of to his consul, and begged him,
for the love of Allah, to come. In tho
sack, tied with what had been the cord
of an opera cloak, they found q female
skeleton, perfect all bit tie hands, and
some rags Of blue. They dug and dug
which still hung poor little turquoise
ring, too poor to be hacked off by the
murdercrs of the "nice little woman in
blue" Murdered she had been for her
diamonds-ihose diamonds she had put
off her pretty throat md wrists rs too
grand, but had worn after all, to please
her husband. She was doomed from the
moment she entered the ballroom. The
dismal story was all cleared up by the
time Stewart Haywarde next returned on
his hopeless quest. Three miserables-
two of them tho hamels who had carried
her from the ball-were inpaled, and it
was said that their employer-a Greek,
to whom some of the jewels had been
traced-had died by his own hand in
prison. 1t may be 30, but some one
bearing strong family likenessto him
was killed soon afterwards in gambling
brawl at Cairo. The diamonds we're
never recovered, and the Greek was q
rich man when arrested. What will not
one give for his life? Some one was
poisoned i'll the prison. That was indubi-
table. l have seldom seen q man SO cut
up as was Percy Wylda when told him
the sad fate of his 'nice little woman in
blue
II shonld have known" he said, half
crying. 'that there was something wrong
when 1 passed her chair. It was then,
perhaps, that she suspected they were
taking her wrong. o, if she had only
spoken But suppose the poor plucky
little thing did not like 10 own she was
frightened"
OF Stewart Hny wnrde it is best to say
but little. He collected the remains Of
his darling, and carried them over the
sea to what had been her happy home,
with sad but peaceful heart There
was no doubt now to torture him. He
was not nll alone; lie had her child and
memory-as pure as the gems which had
cost her her innocent life.
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