Year: 1870

This story is going the rounds Of
the newspapers in Paris, and il said
to point to some circumstances which
have recently occurred in Turkish
towr, if not ut Constantinople itself.
1t is certainly worth telling as curl
Gus picture Of the wild life of Turk
ish Arabia, or Asia Minor countries.
There was in the poorest quarters Of
Constantinople an old Greek potter.
Although he was Giaour, and lived in
u purely Moslem neighborhood, he
was popular because his honesty was
proverbial. He was widower. He
had an only child-a daughter, who
was marvelously beautiful; her name
was Helle. She was the house-keeper
maid-of-all-work, and cook of the
hovel in which she and her father
lived. She went to the Moslem house
earthen-ware her father had made
When she entered harem twas II
festival to all the inmates, her pres
ence was like u sunbeam entering u
dungeon. The women would scream;
"Ah! here comes beautiful Helle, the
potter's daughter! Lovely as she
was, nobody was jealous Of her, for
she did not seem TO be ut all proud Of
her beauty. One day, the Sultan's
favorite son took it into his head to
lounge about town. He was on horse
back, and several habitual companions
of his pleasure were with him. The
van-courtiers ran ahead of them, with
silver-headed cane in hand, with which
they struck right and left belaboring
the people in order to open passage
for the Sultan's son. Men, women,
children apd old people screamed as
they took to their heels. Two or
three children fell and came nigh be-
ing trampled on by the horses. just
at this moment Helle came out of her
fathers house. She went straight on,
bearing on her head tray which con-
tained the earthen- ware her father
lad made. One of the companions of
the Sultan's son bent towards him,
whispered, and pointed to the lovely
creature.


One of the yan-courtiers, who was
about TO strike her. was petrifed by
admiration; the uplifted stick fell not,
but he gave her sudden push, and
the tray and its contents fell from her
head, and all the earthenware was
broken into shapeless fragments
just at this instant the horse of the
Sultan's son stood in front of her
He reined in the horse. and looked at
the tears which streamed from her
eyes and rode on. Next day Helle
had disappeared from the neighbor-
hood. The poor old potter ran about
everywhere. begging some intelligence
of his daughter. He was almost be-
side himself with grief. A woman
who had witnessed the scene Just de-
scribed. told him what she had seen.
He went in front Of the palace and
stood there all day long, day after
day, waiting the hour when the Sui
tan's son should again sally forth to
lounge the streets. The hour came
The old potter ran to the horses side,
and asked the rider for his daughter.
No one heard the words exchanged.
Suddenly the Sultan's son drew his
scimitar, and the head of the potter
rolled on the ground. As soon as the
Sultan's son had passed on some dis
tance, the people picked up the corpse
and carried it to the potter's house. -
rs he had no kindred, they placed it
in his shop. and there left it. Every
body went to see it. There was great
excitement in the neighborhood. and
such throngs of people stood in front
of the house as TO block up the street.
The Sultan himself saw from dist
ance these great throngs, and asked
their origin. He was told by the
Grand Eizicr.


He at once issued orders that
trumpeters should go through each
quarter of the city and make procla-
nation that he himself should see
justice done, and the assassin of the
poor potter punished. The following
dav he rode down to the potter's
house. His son was behind him. An
unusual number of Janissaries sur
rounded them. There was a larger
crowd than had yet assembled in front
of the potter's house. The Sultan or.
dered the corpse to be brought out oi
the house and placed in the centre OF
the neighboring square. He bade his
son dismount, stand at the corpse {
feet, and gaze at it. The sight was hor.
rible, for despite all the pains taken,
the body was in putrid state. The
Sultan's son stood gazing on the de.
caying mass. He was pale as death,
and the smile he tried to force upon
his face did but make his anxiety the


more visible. This scene lasted for
quarter of an hour. There was not
a word spoken. At the end of ffteer
minutes the Sultan drew his scimitar
and his sons head rolled on the
ground. The Sultan said: "Bury
them both together, and let trumpet
ers announce throughout the town tina
justice has been wrought. Allah only
Is great. Boston Gazette.


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The following among other resolu


tons, was adopted by the Massachu


sets Labor Reform Convention which


nominated Wendell Phillips for Gov


ernor OH the 9Th inst:


Resotud, That while we welcom,
voluntary emigrants from every eli re
and pledge them the protection of ou