The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1911-04-15
Abdul. THE: TIIg1lD.
The Crafty Turkish Despot Wore
a Crown of Terror.
HIS PALACE LIKE A PRISON.
Yidiz, Place of Mystery, Was the
Production and the Abode of Fear
UnutterabIe-Hs Dread of Assass-
nation and His Horror of the Dark.

For long years Abdul Hamid had
been haunted and tOrmented by the
nightmare Of death. In every shadow
he seemed to see an assassin. All his
vast power could not bring him one
moment of peace and happiness. Not
for one moment was Turkeys mon.
arch at ease.
Year by year his fears had been
growing upon him. He had a terror
of the dark. At night Yildiz always
blazed with lights. His sleep had be-
come restless, and he would waken
at the slightest sound. Sometimes he
would come out of his sleep with u
start, frightened by nightmare, and
that would mean hours Of wakeful
ness. At such times he would find the
solitude of his room unbearable, and
he would send for a sorcerer, who
would explain the dream, or slave,
who would read to him from one of
his favorite books. those giving de-
tailed accounts of assaSsinations. exc.
cutions and other horrors.
He was always armed. His clothes
were lined with enormous pockets,
which served him both as arsenals
and archives and bulged with pistols
and rolls of spies reports.
Everybody at Yildiz was afraid of
being shot by him. He was likely to
fire at the slightest action that might
seem to him suspicious. There is a
story that one day gardener working
In the park Of Yildiz on seeing the
sultan approach. rose quickly from a
STOPPING posture to assume a respect
full attitude, Abdul Hamid startled
by his sudden appearance and suspect
Ing some evil motive, at once fired ct
him. The man fell dead. Later, as no
weapon was found on his body, it had
to be acknowledged that a blunder
had been committed. Such is the tale
told by the son of the late Prince Of
Samos, who was one Of the sultan's
ministers.
Yildiz, scene Of innumerable horrors,
had been built by Abdul Hamid him
self, and he had made 1T more like q
labyrinth than a palace. 1t was the
production and the abode of fear unut-
It. To guard against conspirators get
ting plan of his residence it's master
was continually changing It's internal
arrangements, walling up doors, open
ing new ones, narrowing passages, d.
viding rooms by partitions, making
windows and closing them again. 1t
was constantly changing maze.
To spare himself the danger Of cross
ing the graveled path that separated
his apartments from his harem he had
linked his residence by flying bridges
to the harem on the one side and to
the imperial theater on the other. This
theater was a gloomy little place,
where tie monarch would sit entirely
hidden from view in his box while ac-
tresses and singers from Paris and
other European cities entertained hirn
He never came into view. never ap.
plauded, and the visible audience con-
sisted of few members of his family
The building used by Abdul Hamid
as his private residence looked more
like a prison. for all the lower win
heavy iron doors were of great
strength and capable of being firmly
bOlted inside.
Every room In the palace was pro-
vided with couch on which the sui
tan could sleep If he felt inclined. No
body ever knew in what room he
would sleep on any given night. Be-
fore retiring TO rest he would some
times call his attendants and say to
them: Keep q good lookout. l am
going to sleep tonight In this room"
But he would invariably sleep some
where else.
On the roof Of the imperial apart
ments was an astronomical observa-
tory which had been fitted up with an
exceedingly good telescope w Pa
r1sian firm. This observatory was q
favorite place with the sultan, yet he
took not the slightest interest in as.
tronomy. The telescope was there to
serve his own purpose Of espionage,
Tor he used 1t almost exclusively for
the purpose Of watching the residence
or Prince Yusuf Izzedin, eldest son Of
Abdul Aziz and heir presumptive to
the throne. It's glass was never turn
ed upon the heavens.
But sometimes from his lonely look
out the monarch saw stranger things
than the residence of Prince Yusuf.
things that no other human being had
ever dreamed of. There were times
when his morbid imagination played
curious prankS with him.
1t was on the day following an at
tempt upon his life by one Ali Souavi
ana II revolt HC IchC:agan, both Of
which INCIDENTS greatly upset him,
that Abdul Iamid hurried down from
MS observatory with Il wild look IN his
eyes and cai'2d his first secretary, who
at that time was All Fuad Bey. He
lea the secretary to Il window, and
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