The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1882-12-02
AN UswELconE VISITOR.


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The Sultan Of Turkey has presented
General Lew Wallace. the American
minister, with q beautiful Circassian girl
Mrs. Wallace was sitting in the front
window Of her Constantinople house, on
the verge OF going down to the bazaar for
some embroidered stuffs to send home
when cavalcade drew up before the
door, huge ennuch, arrayed in the
Sultan's livery, knocked at the door and
salaamed, and then two ennuchs a size
smaller brought and deposited upon the
inside door-mat a big-eyed, beautiful
Circassian girl, whose lustrous orbs and
sparkling jewels were but little obscured
by the filmy cause yelling that covered
her from head to foot. Mrs. Wallace
stared at the girl in dumb amazement
What do you WANT" she said.
The girl shock her head.
"Mustaby, mustsby." cried Mrs. Wal
lace, sharply, "What does this mean:"
Mustaby came from the floor below
where he had been polishing some knives
with Bristol brick. He dropped knives
and brick when he caught sight of the
visitor.
"Ah, ah." he calculated with salts
faction, as he saw the imperial insignia
'1t is present. His Highness has smiled
upon my master and has sent him his
choicest slave"
'.And what is his choicest slave going
TO do in this house, l would like to
know continued Mrs. Wallace, with a
vinegary gleam of sarcasm.
"She will bring my masters coffee to
him when he wakes in the morning, and
afectionateiy superintend his mornings
abolutions."
"She will, will she." remarked Mrs.
Wallace, as she gritted her teeth very
hard. "She will affectionately superin-
tend his morning abolutions, will she."
and she stealthily fingered bric-a. brac
cimetar and glared at the offending pres.
ent.
"Oh, Lewis" cried his wife, with ac-
centuated horror, did you ever hear of
such thing:"
Lewis did not look horrifed, though
he evidently was. He evidently had
heard OF such things, for there was a
doubtful look on his face. He finally
said:
Il don't think, Maria, that l would
put it out into the street. It's not to
blame, you know"
There was faint snap in Mrs. Wal
lacc's eyes, but she nodded and lured
him on further.
you see it's present and you can't
give away or throw away present, you
know. If we could send it back, saying
we had no use for it, or that we had one
already, and couldn't he make it some-
thing else, it would be the best way.
You have to consult custom and etiquette
in these things, you know, dear"
"Y.e-e-s," said Mrs. w., with sin
lister sweetness in her compliance.
Besides" he continued, as he care
lessly took hold of the presents hand
and began stroking the presents brow in
gentle and fatherly way, 81 don't
really know if it would he safe to send il
back at all. You see these foreign
powers are mighty touchy, and l don't
know but if l was to send this present
back and turn up my nose at it in such
way they might be mad enough to de
clare war on the United States right of
and massacre us all. f"
"You would, would you!" remarked
Mrs. Wallace in a voice like the first
rumbling of rising typhoon. "'fraie
to send it back, you are! Fraid Of inter
national complications are you, you olt
wretch! Now you can just understand
this, sir, and right now. If that presen
doesn't 60 back to that old beast tina
sent it in less than ten minutes Ill shoV
you what kind Of Bulgarian atrocit.
you're married to. I'll show you, sh
hisscd, as she flew at the present and in
augurated panic in dry goods and hal
pins and Circassian squeals and NAL
protests, and finally Mysteries, and Gen
eral Wallace called a camel and packe
the girl off at hot speed.