Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-07-16

herself as She turned toward the
house, still accompanied by Boso. She
supped with light heart, tete- -tete
with her dog. The disloyal little SER
want, divining her mistress distress,
had not come back, but had remained
in the great harem near by, where she
was sure to get new gowns and un-
limited mutton pilau. In her place
Ickbal Hanoum took into her service
an old woman who had known mis-
fortune, and who was more devoted
to her than the little migrate had
been.
One day the princesses sent the
eunuch in the caique for Ickbal to at
tend fete in the harem. While the
dancers were whirling their heads
thrown back, shaking their wealth of
hair strung with sequins, and the
Arab musicians were making the
tambourines and tarabouks resound,
the prince, Izzet Pasha, suddenly ap-
peared in the harem, in fragrant vio-
lation of the rules of Mussulman
propriety, which forbid man to en-
ter his own harem while strange
woman are there. He brought the
startling news that the Khedive Is
mail of Egypt had been dethroned
and succeeded by his son.
AS many of the ladies were Egyp-
tians, this news concerned them deep
ly. The strange ladies retired hastily.
Ickbal Hanoum wished to follow them,
but the princesses detained her, and
spite Of her confusion before the
prince she was compelled to remain,
trying to conceal her face as best she
might with an end Of her veil. Izzet
Pasha could not behold her without
being struck by her beauty. When a
Turk thinks he loves a woman, he is
violent and memorable. The next
day he learned who Ickbal Hanoum
was, and the young woman's security
was destroyed for his love was like a
raging tempest One moonlight night
Ickbal Hanoum saw caique ap-
preaching, in which were the prince
and a january. Izzet Pasha quickly
assembled the stairs and went straight
to the frightened young woman, who
was holding the growing Boso by
the collar.
'I love you," he declared impetu
ously, "and I can neither rest nor
sleep until you have responded to my
love-"
"What would your wife, my bene-
factoress, say?" Ickbal Hanoum re-
piled, turning pale.
"The princess need concern herself
with but one thing-to submit to my
good pleasure" replied Izzet Pasha
violently.
son which would cause her so much
pain," Ickbal Hanoum replied. "Be
prince, and leave me.'
''By Allah, I will not!" cried the
prince, and he was about to seize her
in his arms when, with a fierce growl,
Boso sprang upon him and buried his
teeth in his shoulder.
In an instant the prince whipped
out pistol and fired a shot at the
dog. 1t did not kill him and the
prince was just firing again when
Ickbal Hanoum threw herself between
them and received the second bullet
full in her heart.
With moan she sank dying at her
feet, and the dying dog
crawled to her and began to lick her
hands, whining piteously the while.
The old servant, running up at this
stood frozen with horror at
the terrible spectacle that met her
eyes. The prince stood motionless,
the smoking pistol still in his hands,
his january few steps behind him,
with scimiter barred, while Ickbal Ha-
noun lay pale and inanimate among
the flowers, her likelihood slowly ebb-
ing from the wound in her breast, and
beside her crouched Boso.
At this moment the sound of guzlas
and singers were heard coming across
the water. The princess caique, fol-
lowed by others filed with singers
and musicians, was approaching. Izzet
Pasha shuddered, and turning beheld
MS wife and his sisters, the princess
IS. Without leaving his place beside
the body Of Ickbal Hanoum, he await
ed their approach.
"Let this Circassian woman and her
log be inferred here,'' he commanded
mperiously, "and never, mark you,
never dare speak to me of this.''
He cast last look on Ickbal Ha
noum; and ,striding past the princess
IS and their musicians, he embarked