The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-08-11
THE PoTTERS DAUGHTER.

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This story is going the rounds of the
newspapers fere, and is said to point tc
some circumsta noes which have recently
occurred in aTurkish tow d, # not at Con
stantinople itself. 1t scertainlyis worth
eltelling as curious pi0tFe ofthe wild
llife of Turkish, Arabian, 0r Asia Minor
'lcountries. There Was In one of The poor
Test quarters of Constantinople an Eold
Greek potter. Although he was Glaour,
and lived in purely Moslem neighbor-
hood, he was popular because his honesty
was proverbiai He was widower. He
had only one. chld--a daughter, who was
inarvelously beautiful. Her Xname was
Helle She was the housekeeper, maid of
1 all work, and cook of the howell in which
she lived. She went to the lMoslem
houses to sell to the Turkish women the
earthenware her father made, When she
entered harem twas a festival to all the
inmates her presence was like sun.
beam entering dungeon, The W men
would scream - q, 4 ~. f,;.,S, 1850. (, -
All here comes beautiful Helle, the
potters daughter!" Lovely as she was,
nobody was jealous, of her, for she did
not seem to be at all proud of her beauty
One day, the Sultan's faYorite son took it
into his head to lounge about town. He
was on horseback, and several habitual
companions of his pleasure were with him.
The yan-couriers ran ahead of them, with
silver-headed caae in, hand, with which
they struck right and left, belaboring the
/ people in order to open a passage for the
[Sultan's son. Men, women, children, and
old people screamed as they took to their
heels. Two or three children fell and
came near being trainpled on by the
horses. Just at, this moment Helle came
out Of her fathers house She went
straight on, bearing on her head tray
which contained the esrthenware her IA
Their had made. One of the companions
of the Sultan's son bent toward him
whispered and pointed to the lovely crea-
ture.,y One of the vanrcouriers, who was
about to strike her, was petrified by adl
miration, the uplifted stick fell not, but
he gave her Q sudden push, and the tray
and its contents fell from her head and
4 all the earthenware was brohen into
4 shapeless fragments. Just at this instant
/, the horse of the Sul tan's son stood in front
of her; he refined in the horse, looked at
the tears which streamed from her eyes
smiled, and rode on. Next day Helle
had disappeared from the neighborhood
: The poor cid potter. ran about everywhere
4 begging some Intelligence of his daugh
} ter, He was almost beside himself with
grief A woman who had witnessed the
) scene just described told him what she
! had seen. He understood all its import
. He went in front of the palace and stood
there all day long, day after day, waiting
e the hour when the Sultan's son should
! again sally forth to lounge through the
streets The hour came The old potter
I ran to the horses side and asked the ri
3 der for his daughter. No one heard III,
s words exchanged. Suddenly the Sultan'
: son drew his scimeter, and the head o
l the old potter rolled on the ground. Al
J. soon as the Sultan's son had passed OF
i, the people picked up the corpse and car
G ried it to the potter's house. AS he haC
r no kindred, they placed it in his shol
It and there left it. Everybody went t.
k see it. There was great excitement il
n the neighborhood, and such throngs 0
people stood in front Of the house as t
Q block up the street. The Sultan himsel
} saw from a distance these great throng
# and asked their origin. He was told b
n the Grand Vizier. He at once issued oil
|. Eders that trumpeters should go throug
- each quarter of the city and make procls
e nation that he himself should see iustic
e done, and the assassin of the poor po5Ce
punished. The following day he rod
is down toward the potter's house. His so
was behind him. An unusual number 3
a.. mi
: larger crowd than had yet assemble,
3 i'm front of the potter's house The Sui
4 tan ordered the corpse to be brought on
+ of the house and placed in the centre o
2 the neighboring square. He babe his so
g lldismount, stand at the corpse's feet, an
4 gaze on it. The sight was horrible, TO
= tdespite all the pains taken, the corps
WAS in putrid state. The Sultan's so
r stood gazing on the decayiDg mass II
3 was rs pale as death, and the smile b
J tried to force upon his face did but max
i his anxiety the more visible. This seen
, lasted for a quarter of am hour. Their
was not word spoken. At the end O
! fifteen minutes the Sultan drew his scim
eter, and his sons head rolled on th
( ground. The Sultan said g Bury ther
! both together, and let trumpeterg 81
4 nouuce throughout all the town that jus
+ tice hath been wrought. Allah only
great !"--Puris Cor. Boston Saturday .Eg.
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