Holbrook argus., 1909-09-28
A SUBLIME s U If MON s
 A Story of Turkcy ard the Sultan

ders of the sultan He had protested innocence of all wrong-doirg, but with out avail. He had begged for time to put his affairs in order. to write a few notes to friends, to communicate with ILe ambass ador or with the consul. to send a telegram. No. all he was to do was to go with the guards who had taken Jim directly to tte prison and locked him up with TO hint of why or wherefore
 He could rot so mrch as guess why he was there. put then there had been others. He remembered them well. Montiret, the oriental scholar who had lived in peace fer years ard suddenly h2d heen srmmoned to be seen no rOre amO-g his friends nor cen Ie-rd Of by trem. TT ere was Salons who never had retuT- ed fro-n tie ride he started O uTOn one after room. thoueh his household watte1 days and weeks and mo7ths. TLen ttere was Morelli. tie musician. ar little Grigo. whom every one had loved, whose life had all icy and mer- ri7 ent, but who had vanish cd like the others as though changed to air.
 Now his tUrn had co~- e. and why? He could think of notling whatever that could have Cfended anyone hold ing authority in Stamboul.
 Win his elbows on the rough table before him. he looked back to the day when first he saw the T! espi2n Bos- rForrs. He had come for II onths holiday, and the magic scenery. with it's infnity of ranoramas, lad be- witcFed him. Tie one month had heightened into 12, and the artist in him had been supremely happy. As a Thvsician, 200. he had been attract ed by Stamboul but from a very diff ferent reason than that which had at tracted the artist, nan ely. the cit~'s filth. Were there was so much filth there must be diselses. probably strange diseases that western Europe know nothi"g of. He lad stayed on accornt of this filth. and his reward had been ample, as medals and dip!o- mas in his quarters showed.
 Ire literature of tHe east had been anotter charm to hold him. He had delighted in it and had trcns!ateI much. He also had put some western stories into Arabic. and had won dis tinction by so doing
 But it was all dore now His lab oratOry work, his pictures. his studies and translatiOns were of the time that hos been. He should never see his | manuscripts or be in his beloved studio again. He like those others whom he had been thinking of had cone to the end. He might have known it. He had beeli fool-but wh~? Why? Why? He as,1ed him. self with sort of madness OTer again ard again, why? Why should it be? What had he done? Was he not use | full? Had he not done good? Had he not saved lives? He had He had i saved many lives. He had taught the people how they might save them ; selves wren diseases came. He had been the friend of all, and had never i so much as thought of politics or ut , tered a word about the state. ! He pressed his hands to his head l and tried once more to think, staring at the dull blank wall before him. | Then the door of the cell opened anl an officer came in.
 You are pr. Jani?" he inquired.
 "'I am, but
 You have been translating a story i from the French, which has been run ming as a serial in the Weekly Cres- cent?"
 ''I have been translating a story from the French. romance, in which