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

servant, her dog and her birds. The
had long ago suspected. Her attempt
to rebel against his oppression had
failed. She was timid and a woman
of the orient in the fullest sense-that
is to say, brought up to live within
the house, not to go about the streets.
Ickbal Hanoum had none of the aspi-
rations of the modern woman toward
an unhealthy liberty and a slavery
worse than the old, for master is
preferable to the public on which an
independent woman depends, and if
she have not wit, sharpness and auda-
city to strive inch by inch against
friends and enemies she will finally
end by being subjected to the insult
of public pity.
Ickbal was instinctively frightened.
The specter of want began to loom
before her, and her soft brown eyes
filed with tears.
Night fell, and the full moon APP
peared over the mount of the Giant
!
ships from the Black sea or the sea of
Marmora passed rapidly between the
sailing vessels and the caiques fur
rowing the Bosporus in every direc-
ton.
Ickbal Hanoum rose from her divan,
and clasping her hands in her dis
tress offered up an ardent prayer to
the Most High. Boso, stretched at
her feet, looked at her, rose slowly
and gave vent to low growl. She
put her hand on his head for mo-
ment, aid then followed by the great
dog she paced thoughtfully up and
down the terrace, her long white veil
| floating free in the warm night breeze.
A caique ran along the Kandilli
shore, two Turkish ladies, dressed in
| blue and rose colored stuffs and en-
veloped in wells of white gauze, re-
clining luxuriantly on many cushions
in the stern. Behind them, on green
velvet cloth, whereof the golden
fringes trailed in the water, crouched
black eunuch like an Egyptian
sphinx. The ladies saw Ickbal Hanoum
leaning over the parapet, her white
face standing out from the somber
background of the cypress tree, and
the head of Boso, like that of lion
ess, following with it's phosphorescent
green eyes the wake of the elegant
caique.
"Princess," said one of them, edo
look at that woman and her dog.
Leltacksaida sitti" good evening,
mistress) she called to Ickbal Ha-
noun in Egyptian Arabic. "May we
enter your garden and see more close
ly the magnificent animal by your
side?"
sYou are welcome," replied Ickba1
Hanoum, smiling with the instructive
hospitality of the oriental, and adj
vancing to the stairs she aided the
princesses to land and up the water
stained steps of White Marmora mar
BILE.
The moon illumined the garden and
house with soft light. The prin-
cesses' bediamonded ornaments
sparkled, and the folds of their fered-
jes of soft brousse silk we're silvered
by the rays Of this orb that never
seems so beautiful as beneath an ORR
entail sky.
"Who are you, sitti?'' asked the
elder Of the two princesses. "Tell us
your story and all about yourself.
You look like fairy in the midst of
all these fowers.'
Ickbal Hanoum confded all her
troubles to the princesses, who de-
sired to see her embroidery at once.
Ickbal brought forth piece on which
were embroidered roses surrounded
by gold and silver leaves and spread
it before their delighted eyes.
"Why, this is superb" they cried.
eve shall take it at once. How much
do you want for it?'
tsI would like to have $15 for it,''
ventured Ickbal Hanoum timidly.
sYou shall have $50, and it's cheap
at that,'' said the princess. eve pay
much more for such things from
Zenope."
'sHe is the very Armenian who
bought my work." exclaimed Ickbal
Hanoum.
"Well, we shall take his place." the
princess declared.
Ickbal Hanoum, delighted and
much moved by their kindness, re-
spectfully kissed the ends of their
wells after having pressed them to
her brow. "You are my benefactors,"
she said. ''I do not know how to
thank you for your Kindness" and a