Connecticut western news., 1895-10-03
IN coNsrANriNopLE.
The American New Woman Feels Small
 In the Ancient City.

IN coNsTANTiNopLE.
 The American New Woman Feels smaII
 In the Ancient City.
 The rivalry among these men (Ruidea) is of very active order. as l speedily discovered when I stepped from the Oriental express into that scone of mad confusion and tumult. the Constantino- pie station. It was drizzling hard. was speeohless from heavy cold We were all three worn out with the absurd and fatiguing travesty of a quarantine on the frontier. Twenty Turkish porters made wild rush for our bags the in- stant the train stopped and fought over them like bowling beasts. A tall man with cast in his eye handed meA card on which my own name was legibly written, and said he was the drsgoman sebt by the hotel to take us in obarge A little man, with nervous and excited manner, handed me card on which also my name was logibly written and said he was the dragoman sent by the hotel to take us in charge. It was case for the judgment of Solomon, and lacked not only the wisdom to decide. but tho voice in which to utter my decision. claimants fight it out, which they pro oeeded to do with fcrvor, rolling over the station floor and pounding each oth- CT vigorously.
 The tall man, being much the better combatant. speedily routed his rival. dragged him ignominiously from the carriage when he attempted to scale 1t and carried us of fin triumph But the race is not always to the swift. nor tho battle to the strong. The little drago- man was game enough not to know when he was beaten. He followed us in another carriage, and made good his case evidently with the hotel landlord, for we found him placid and smiling in tho corridor next morning waiting his orders for tho day. Inevor ventured to ask how this change came about, lest indiscreet inquiries should bring second drago- man upon my devoted head. So Deme- trius remained our guide, philosopher and friend for the three weeks we spent in ConstantiDople.
 He was pot bad little man, on the wholo; was extremely patient about car rying wraps and was honestly anxious we should suffer no annoyance in tho streets. But his knowledge upon any subject was of the haziest description. He had perfect talent for getting us to places at the wrong time-but that may have been partly our fault-and if there was anything interesting to tell he assuredly never told it. On the other hand, he considered that, to our ocoi- dental ignorance. the simplest arohiteo- tural devices needed an explanation. He would say: This is well, That is doorway, !" "Theso are columns sup porting the roof" with all the benevo. lent simplicity of Harry and Lucy's father enlightening those very intelli- gent and ignorant little people.
 The only severe trial that Demetrius suffered in our service was the occasion al attendance of the two kavasses from the American embassy, whose protection was afforded us twice or thrice. through the courtesy of the embassador. These magnificent creatures threw our poor little dragoman so completely into the shade and regarded him with such open and manifest contempt that all his inno- cent airs of importance shriveled into humility and dejection. It is but honest to state that the kavasses appeared to despise us quite as cordially as they did Demetrius. but we sustained their scorn with more tranquility for the sake of the splendor and distinction they im- parted
 Ona of thavv, xuag i. xrarx huu4ms,,,,. and very supercilious Turk. who never condesoended to look at us nor to speak to us; the other. Circassian, whose pride was tempered by affability, and who was good enough to hold with us the strictly necessary intercourse. I hear it said now and then by oensorious critics that American women arc the most arrogant of their sex, affecting a superiority that is based upon no justi- fable claim But will candidly admit that all such airy notions, born of the new world and of the nineteenth con- tury, dwindled rapidly away befnreithe disdainful composurc of those two lord ly Mohammedans. The old primitive instincts are never whollv eradicated-- only overluid with the acquired senti- ments of our time and place l have not been without my share of self assertion, but my meekness of spirit in Constanti. nople, the perfectly natural feeling I had ip being snubbed by two ignorant kavasses blazing with gold embroidery, will always remain one of the salutary humiliations of my life Agnes Rep plier in Atlantic. sm .