The Ordway new era., 1912-10-25

country that In Anatolia. not
N very far from Smyrna. the
1V Turkish government has sue
ceeded In capturing and put
ting to death a notorious brigand by
the name OF Tchakirdjali. The story
of this mans life Is one Of those dra-
matte episodes which bring to mind
the legendary lore Of the famous Rob
in Hood. 1t runs about as follows:
Years ago. during the reign OF Alb
dul Hamid H.. q brigand who had
made the government much trouble
in the Smyrna district. was offered
complete amnesty II he would come
to the government office and surren-
der. He accepted the offer. and came
with his son. then a mere lad. to sur
render himself. On entering the door
Of the government building he was in
stantly shot without warning. The
boy turned and fed. vowing eternal
vengeance on the Turkish govern.
ment. In due time the lad grew to
manhood and gathered around him a
band OF lawless men like-minded with
himself This band numbered at va
rious times from two to three dozen
men. All Of them. like Tchakirdjali.
were crack shots. and all were armed
with the newest modern repeating
rifles. For many years this man and
his band held sway In the mountains
and valleys OF western Anatolia. not
far from Smyrna. The object Of their
bitter animosity was mainly the Turk
ish government itself. and in all con.
flicts with soldiers sent to capture
them they showed no mercy. It Is not
denied that during the past ton years
at least three hundred victims. most
Of them soldiers. have fallen to Tcha-
kirdjali's rife. To capture a man Of
this type. who knew every ravine and
valley. every crag and crevice. In the
mountain district. was no small task.
and for many years the Turkish gov
ernment failed In accomplishing its
object.
Profoundly Religious.
In spite Of his bloodthirsty atti.
tude toward the governmental powers.
Tchakirdjali had a most remarkable
side to his character. He was pro-
foundly religious. from the Moham.
medan standpoint. as were also his
followers. and they never omitted to
observe the regulation prayer hour.
wherever they might be. Nor was
this man devoid of sympathy with the
poor, much as he hated the predatory
rich At one time. riding along the
Meander valley. he met a peasant d.iv-
ing in front Of him with a yoke Of
oxen.
Where are you going. my friend?"
said Tchakirdjan.
my master" was the reply. Il am
going to town to sell my oxen"
What makes you sell your oxen?
Are they not your means Of blowing
your farm?"
THAT is true" replied the man:
but. you see. my daughter ia to be
married. and have no means to pro-
vide n dowry. This is a great shame.
and shall soil the oxen to provide the
dowry."
How much do you expect to get
for your oxen?" asked the bandit.
Il expect to get about twenty-one
liras." $500.
1T is too bad" said Tchakirdjali.
thus to sacrifice your means OF liv-
ing. Here are twenty-one liras as a
dowry for your daughter: go home.
my son, and keep your oxen: but re-
member this. when the wedding pro-
cession is formed 1t must pass by this
bridge where we now are"
God be praised" replied the fel.
low; at shall be as you say"
When in due time the wedding pro.
cession was formed. 1t came to the
bridge In question. and there was
Tchakirdjali on horseback alone. See.
ing the procession coming. he rode
up to the bride, who was on horse
back, and. taking a silver filigree
necklace. he fastened It around her
neck, saying: God be with you and
give you peace!"
At another time this same bandit.
who feared neither man nor devil.
rode into a town In the Meander val
ley where lived three Turks who no.
toriously ground the faces of the
door, 1t was high noon. and tho three
men were in the mosque at prayers.
Tchaklrdjali went boldly into the
mosque, and. tapping each Of the three
on the shoulder, said: II want to see