The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1889-11-09
A TURKISH LADY.
She Encounters q Good Samaritan ana
Takes Her In.


She Encounters Good Samaritan an"
Takes Her In.
1t is often said that first impress
siOns are generally right yet wnen
one becomes entangled In the meshes
OF cunning deceit, and finds flm or
herself the victim OF an impoStol, ~ Is
too often the case that the only cohso.
lation remaining is to humbly suDmlt
to the overwhelming rush OF AFTER
thought" and, If possible, learn by
experience" "FOrethOught" Is IKE
headlight to locomotive; alter-
thought" Is like a man running 10
catch train that left nve minutes
before he reached the station.
Apropos of this theory, is a circum-
stance which happened on the west
side-that quiet portion OF the Guy
where thieves or impostors are not eX-
pected to put in an appearance-lh
Short, where the resident population
feel secure in their stylish mansions,
and lie down at night resting In the
sweets of peaceful slumber.
1t was last Thursday, and just as
the day was gathering up her traps TO
retire from her seat, a woman rang the
bell to a stylish mansion, and serv.
ant admitted her to the presence OF
the lady of the house. AS she seated
herself in velvet upholstered rocker,
she bore an air of one who lived sOlely
to administer comfort and consolation
to any who might be laborlng unuer
either depression of spirits or the
clutch of poverty. In short, she had
saint-like look and tongue as
smooth as the under side or a jack
plane. She was a married woman.
Her husband was in the hospital In
ChicagO-both his limbs had been am,
putated in consequence or a raliroau
wreck. She was poor, but proud ana
honest. She scOrned idleness, ana
under her present circumstances
bowed willingly to the stern decree OF
labor-in short, her friends IN chicago
had kindly fitted her out with STOCK
of costly jewelry, set with pearls ana
diamonds, which she would dispose OF
(having obtained a licenSe"-ln a
horn at first cost. The lady OF the
house enquired her nationality. Il
am Turkish lady," came the soft and
impressive answer; land am strug-
Cling with poverty. | have seen bet
ter days-have been clothed in line
raiment, and knew no want, but cruel
fate has chained me with its iron
The good Samaritan who presided
over the stylish mansion helped her tC
remove her wraps and babe her "bt
cOmfOrted."
An hour later the family circle sal
down to SumptuOuS supper ana tnt
the Turkish lady bent forward with
her hand over her brow fo" a mOmen,
in devotional attitude, and smil'
ingly raised her eyes and par'ook OF
refreshments. Evening was spent in
music and pleasant converse, and l@tel
the occupants were lost in slumber.
Morning dawned, another meal, anC
then the fair Turkish lady invited hel
aforesaid good Samaritan" into the
parlor that she might feast her eyes
upon erich specimens of jewels-yea
even oriental gems handed down from
the Egyptians" among which was 9
"silver, pearl-lined call-bell. Thi:
little Joker had been relic under the
roofs of her forefatherS. Its sweet
Jingle had even been heard by the ears
of ancient kings: yet since the lady OF
the house had been so kind as to re-
ceive her, she would part with it
"thOugh it broke her heart"
"What is it WORTH" was asked.
"Worth?" said the sad-eyed Turk
ish lady. "If ! should give you its full
value, it would paralyze you, but un
der the circumstances | can do more
than attempt to repay human kind
ness, and | shall only charge you serel
dollars! Nay, don't start, it's all
shall allow you to pay me-" And the
proud relic of Turkish blood turned
away, and it is supposed she wept
The ancient and costly pearl LINED
call-bell was disposed of, and the fe
male pedestrian peddler passed out
and onward.
Then the lady of the house took the
little Egyptian prize" and going out
held it up to her husband, remarking
ooh, amt it lovely! And so an
cient, too. And just think, it was
used by the Egyptians. and she let INT
have it for seren dOlldrs!"
"Seven dollars!" roared the man OF
the house; whats them little specks
ION the inside?"
"Them are oriental pearls" was the
reply. e, at, Ill.,,
prosy gentleman. "They are nothing
but pieces of clam shells, put in there
to cover the defects of the pewter,
and he went out of the house and fOl
two hours tried to work off his emo
tion by digging a post-hole with {
mitch fork