The daily sentinel., 1910-01-15
TURKEYS ROYAL PRISONER.

Abdul Hamfd, Turkey dethroned
SULTAN, whose life the young Turks
spared at his brothers. the present
sultain's earnest entreaties, is still a
prisoner in the Allatini villa at Sa-
lonica. in Macedonia. The inhabi-
tants of this town, who detest the
captive even as he in years gone by
detested their progressive ideas, have
nickDamed the house he lives in "The
Abode of the Extinct Star" (Yidizi
Seanuk Yonak). The Home of the
Fallen" (Duchyun OdaghD, "The
Dark Tent" and "The Lair of Evil,
saying that the name of Villa ALA
tint is too good for him They point
to il with contemptuous smile. The
town was well chosen. for it does not
contain a single friend of the ex-sul-
tan who has asked to be removed
elsewhere. This request is always re-
fused by the government.
How does he spend his days? In
wandering about the rooms and gaz-
ing from the windows, seaward.
There is a good deal of gossip about
him in the town. Some say he is
looking for the German fleet to come
and rescue him. One morning quite
recently the Turkish fleet steamed in
TO Salonica The first thing the ex-
sultan does on waking is to look out
of the window On this particular
morning he saw the fleet and grew
terribly excited. Have they come
to kill me-" was his frightened ques-
tiou. Receiving no satisfactory an
swer from his wives. he ran to the
guard. They gave him no reply; so.
wrinSiug his hands, he returned to
the window and moaned like some
dumb animal.
As the hours passed and nothing
happened. he grew calmer and fell
to muttering. He was heard to pro-
nounce the name of Ali Kabouli Ell
fendi, who was assassinated in the
front Of Gildiz palace by his orders a
few hours before he was captured
and taken to Salonica. Then, as
now, the fleet had come within his
sight As he stood watching the sec
ond coming, he declared that he had
caused the death of this innocent
man whom the sailors, under his di-
rections, tore to pieces. Then he
broke into n torrent of complaints
against the present sultan. declaring
that the latter had abandoned him
in spite of the kindness with which
he had always been treated.
When fear is upon him the ex-sul-
tan becomes almost cringing toward
his guardians; his impatience in
creases as the fit leaves him. No
thing makes him so angry as when
those around him keep him waiting.
or when some request is refused. One
day he asked for a number of the
Paris Figaro. Sabri Bey explained
that he was instructed not to allow
any foreign newspapers in the villa.
"Oh, Heel" cried Abdul Hamid,
stamping his foot. You and the rest
of my enemies want to kill me with
fear and boredom. You give me no
thing to read and make me live in
unfinished rooms
When on the throne he often used
to amuse himself by looking at some
of his jewels, On asking for them at
the villa he was told that they had
been sent to a bank in Constantine
pie. He inquired about them few
days later; then he read in one of
the papers that NJ. Cartier. King Ed
wards jeweler. had arrived in Con-
stantinople in order to price these
things. He showed the paragraph to
one of his guardians with tears in
his eyes THAT is how my enemies
treat me-" he said They promise
me all | ask and give me nothing"
He wept for hours when he learned,
through a newspaper. that his farm
at Tchilfeiter, in Anatolia, contain
ing $1,000 head of cattle. was put up
for sale
He dresses very carefully, but is
always bemoaning the beautiful
clothes he left behind at Yildiz, and
constantly ordering new suits. He
has taken to dyeing his hair and
beard again. a custom he long ad-
hered to. but left off during the first
part of his captivity. Since his
guardians have refused to let him
live in the villa by the sea, he rarely
goes onto the balconies. Once day
he walks in the garden. accompanied
by his two sons, Abdul Rahmin, who
Is II, and Aheddin, who is years
old.
The other day surgeon-dentist
was called in to attend one of the la
dies of the harem. The ex-sultain
stayed in the room while the tooth
was being extracted. He seemed to
be in the best OF health and spirits.
The surgeon describes him as "a good
fat old merchant. who, having made
a nice little fortune, means to spend
the rest of his days in peace. sur
rounded by his family. He is philo-
sophical enough to realize that many
are far less fortunate than himself"