, 1904-06-01
CHATTER l..

- ufacturerS of windmills
W4GJ pumps and other appurte
nances of that nature, was s%erenel.
contemplating in his New York otic'
the increased he would re
ceive from the large sales to be made
by Harvey Irons, their hustling, en-
ergetic representative in Russia. The
last letter written by Mr.. Townsend
to Mr.. Irons was to the effect that the
latter's suggestion that a market could
be had in Russia was u good n and
for him to use his own judgment.
Thereafter there were no letters sent
between the senior member and the
agent, but cablegrams. mostly convey.
Ing large orders, frequently came from
Mr.. Irons, and other cablegrams, con
veying money, were sent by Mr.. Town
send. Orders came from st. Peters.
burg, Moscow and other cities. As
time went on the increase of business
gave warrant for the roseate hue of
Mr.. Townsend's dreams.
While Mr.. Townsend was contem-
plating his happy future he was star
tied at receiving the following mes
sage from Paris:
Expelled from Russia. Going back an
other way. IRONS.
AS Mr.. Townsend was somewhat
hazy ON the subject of Russia and had
no information as to how Irons a
gone In on his first visit, 1t can easily
be imagined that Mr.. Townsend a
very little idea of what the other way
of going back chosen by Mr.. Irons
might be.
He cabled to Harvey Irons as fol
lows:
WHAT do you mean? Answer at once.
TOWNSEND.
: He waited in vain for an answer.
He became greatly perturbed and con
ferred with his partner.
IT tell you, Burdick," he said, Irons
must be in trouble. | car learn moth
ing. There is something left unex-
planned"
There always was" said Mr.. Bur-
dick. irons is a man who acts ac-
cOrding to what he finds on the spot.
We can't sit in New York and tell him
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expelled and is going back, he is going
back. Leave him alone"
"T can do nothing else," said MI.
Townsend, las | do not know where
he is."
81 do. He is in Russia. Just wait.
You will get big orders from Russia
yet. Irons against the entire police
80 4Lo .-or;ro Nv oorG6annn in him
is so u%nshakable l ~believe-well, I'll
bet you a thousand dollars he turns
up all right with Russian orders"
''Ill not take the bet. l share your
confidence. Well wait"
And so they waited.
Hafiz Effendi sat crosslegged on a
divan watching the passing show.
Ha1z Effendi was himself a part of the
show, but this did not concern him.
Hafiz was morose
Courses upon the Muscoyitew he
muttered as he drew long breaths from
his chibouk and watched an elderly
Grusian and his daughter pass by.
'"The new law is in effect and the
bride for the prince not yet obtained
And Milk, the officer of the ameer, will
soon be here to ascertain the truth"
Hafiz Effendi had not Travelled all the
way from Constantinople simply tC
witness the fair at Tihis. Hafiz had
made his wealth in the business of sup
plying wealthy Osmanlis with pretty
Gircassian or Georgian girls for theil
wives, and his income had been rudely
stopped by the new order of the car
The hated Muscovite government hat
interdicted the trade in women which
had made Circassia and Georgia in
famous.
Here was the annual fair at Tifis
under full sway, and all the wealth
and beauty of the Caucasus were pres
o0t.
Haiz Effendi shook his head, grunt
- another curse against the Muscovit'
and then, placing his chibouk in thu
care Of Muley, the keeper of the ba
zaar, wandered, or. rather, waddled
round the gay streets of the fair. Fol
Lowing in his wake was a tall, hand
some young officer, whose uniform, al
well as his accent, proclaimed him t.
be from st. Petersburg.
"Ah," said this officer to himself al
he saw the frown on the face of thu
Turk, "our friend Hafiz seems indig
nant. He eyes every pretty woman
with something like greed. I'll keel
~ ave- on hin"