Malvern daily record., 1917-03-23

Uft1cD IS c Ggfb66T OI GIWtC11 0sPeo- nsatic and polittcaI-msIstary nansp- uIation ot present, wos ruled once .bg Q Turkish pasha aehose true history ss as Wonderjul as aaything in TO- mance, This mqn, 4h Tepelenti, bnoWB as Me Lion of Janisaa, is the subject of the novel from Which to- days story ss Writtets-.s1'he Lost Days of Janissaries, by Mourus Jo- lai, tue greet Hungarian Uriter.
 Ali Tepelenti, pasha of Albania. was hard beset. All the violence that had reddened his seyenty-nine years of life was rising against him, north, south, east and west, reinearnated into rebel lion and revenge. His own wife had joined his foes. In Constantinople his enemies had whispered successfully to the sultan.
 Undismayed, the old lion awaited the onset in JaEina, that fairy city of mfnarets and palaces which dominated Albania and mirrored it's gold and white loveIiness in glass-green, deep Lake Acheruz.
 There was ample reason for his con fidenee. His citadel, standing on an isthmus formed by the lake and the river that flows from it, was such thing as might well defy siege and as- sault. Its secrets were known to none but himself, for he had removed the builders from the earth. Deep ditehes. steep bastions, iroR-plated draw bridges and portals, fringes Of sharp stakes, hundred cannon, and horde of devoted soldiers made the castle Of Janina impregnable so long as 1t was guarded we'll.
 But was 1t guarded we'll? The task lay on his three sons, Mukhtar Bey, Sulaiman Bey, and Yely Bey; and All doubted. He had bidden them prepare for war, each in his own field, and each had made excuses that the old man ac- cepted With an indulgent smile on his mouth and fury in his heart. It was the time of the Feast of Bairam, and Ali knew well that they had planned to bring their three harems together and celebrate it in wild reyels.
 That night he stole out and inspect ed his fortress. It was as he had feared. The gates were all but un- guarded. Slaves and officers sat in hidden corners, drinking Music and laughter sounded from the harem. An army might have rushed in with flying banners.
 With temper cold as steel Ali turned to the inner portion of the cita- del and entered the rose-embowered house of Mukhtar Bey through q secret entrance known to him alone. It led him to a wall whence he could peer through hidden orifiee at his sons banquet chamber.
 The three brothers were surrounded by beauties far surpassing any that the angels Monkar and Nakir could prom ise men in the next world. There were dancers and players. There was for bidden wine. Ali's heart almost stood still when Makhtar Bey raised his glass and called aloud on the prophet to join them and taste of wine and kisses, challenging him to say that paradise held damsels loyelier than theirs.
 In the late afternoon of the next day Ali commanded tho three sons to join him at food in the inner keep of the citadel, grim round building known as the red tower which looked down on Lake Acheruz.
 As they were slipping their coffee, the sound of oars was heard on the lake. The sons looked out of the sin gle semicircular window and saw three enormous f1at-bottomed barges being rowed into the middle of the lake by muscular slaves.
 The faces of the three Beys ex- pressed delight, for all the damsels of their harems were in the boats They thought that it was a surprise designed by their father to please them, and Mukntar Bey said gaily that they should invite the old man to the next feast.
 Ali smiled. "Truly your damsels are most beauteous," he said, and stroked his white beard from end to end. q am not surprised that you like to stay at home here and abstain from the toll of war. Now, last night I dreamed dream. The prophet stood before me andx&old me that you had invited him as Your guest" The sons looked at each other startled, but Ali smiling graclously, continued: "The prophet told me that it was not meet he should come to your .damsels: they should rather go to him."
 What meanest thou?' asked the three, almost with one voice.
 For answer Ali whistled shriily. The oarsmen dropped their oars, flung themselves to the bottom of the barges and wrested out great wooden plugs. Then they jumped overheard and sxam ashore.
 The water burst in. spouting i'll little fountains. The women shrieked.
 Mukhtar ran to the door. It WIS locked He hurled himself against the