The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1874-02-12
1T Is IN yoGf IL ghness' power to
afford yourself this pleasure

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1T is in your IL ghness' power to
afford yourself this pleasure
WELL exclaimed Mustapba. q
will agree to ,he stake. a juggler on
the throne! Such a sight the East
| never saw
The game was short Though he
played with skill, the Sultan was
checkmated. 1t was fairly done,
and he presently prepared to fulfill
his engag sment.
M ustapha loosened his eirdle, took
oil his pelisse, and laid down his tur.
ban, while slave assisted 70 invest
Mehalle in the royal garments
These preparations completed, the
Sultan, dressed only in loose silken
tTowsers and richly embroidered
vest, approached a clock, and.
placing his fiuger on the dial plate
when the hand shall mark the hour
of eight said he, Il shall have paid
my wager, and then l will appoint
you my astrologer.'
The juggler ascended the divan,
and having placed his clmetar at his
side, he ordered the door to be
thrown open that the waiting court.
iers might be admitted. The apart
ment, which the dim light of evening
rendered obscure, was Immediately
filled with muftis and ulemas, agas
OF Janizaries and pashas, great Off
GERS of the Porte, and foreign
ambassadors. He next ordered a
new relay of guards TO relieve those
on duty, and then the withdrawal of
all the personal attendants. 1t was
the work of a moment. As the fresh
soldiers were marching in sign from
Mehalle caused the fambeaux to be
lighted, when in the dazzling flood
of illumination, he stood erect, re-
celving the homage of the assembly,
and fixing more firmly on his head
the scarlet feathered turban, the
emblem of power, he cried in a COM
manding tone: Let the standard of
the Prophet be raised on st. Sophia!
The people will salute it from afar
at the fires of Beiram!'
At these words an officer stepped
forth to execute the orders, but
Mustapha, who had been sitting
aside, at first amused and then
alarmed, arose to prevent him.
'uaggi Mohammed = thundered
the ad-interim Sultan, 'obey'
The aga bowed and retired. Me-
halle added: Let the imauns repair
to the mosques and offer up petitions
for the new Sultan. Cadilisquirer,
have the tomb of Mustapha opened
in Scutari.' The Sultan tried to
smile, keepers Of the treasury,
continued Mehalle, distribute among
the poor of Stamboul the hoardings
of the late Sultan
Enough, buffoon,' exclaimed Mus
tapha, in an agltated voice, on see.
ing how readily his servants obeyed
these strange orders.
Il still command cried Mehalle,
with calm selfpossession; the
clock has not yet struck the hour Of
eight. Art thou, then so impatient
to know the fate that awaits thee =
Inc cOurtiers were at a loss at the
mysterious scene. They looked with
terrlr on this bold young man, invest.
Ell with the insignia of power, and
the Bostangi was astonished at see
ing his master tremble before stroll.
ing juggler.
'Mustapha,' continued the diviner,
Il am about to tell the time of thy
death, for the evening star has risen.
Mufli, advanced
The president of the ouDaela came
forward. The diviner proceeded:
you who read every day the book
of our Prophet, and explain it to the
people, tell me how avarice and
usury, drunkenness and murder, per-
fdy and cruelty should be punished.
The mufti replied, in low, grave
tone by the Koran any one of these
crimes is deserving of DEATH
Thou nearest, Mustaphs? 1t is
the Prophet who condemns thee
As he said this he beckoned to the
mutes. Mustapha tried to rush to
the divan, but was seized by the
slaves, who had learned to recognize
the symbol of power which Mehalie
wore, and the cord was passed
around his neck.
eThy hour has come / am the son
OF SOlyman, who fell fifteen years
ago in this very place, pierced with
wounds from thy sword! Thou hast
counted the heads of every member
of my family. Thou hast confounded
the son of thy master with the son
of slave. l am the evening star
am the Sultan Amurath =
As he thus spoke, the young
prince made step forward. His
lofty brow, his features, voice, man.
ner, and commanding dignity of
person inspired deep emotion in the
assembly. After moment, the cry
went up, Iong live Amurath p and
at the same moment the body of
Mustapha fell lifeless on the marble
floor.
The clock had struck eight, before
the hour hand had once again passed
round the dial, largess had been pro-
fusely scattered among the populace
of Stamboul, oaths of allegiance
taken by officers of state, and the
proclamation. His Highness, our
very magnificent lord and master,
Sultan Abdul Aziz Amurath has as
cended the throne trumpeted by the
public crier before the mosque of
st. Sophia.
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