Rensselaer Republican, Volume 12, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 May 1880 — A Matters Bluebeard. [ARTICLE]

A Matters Bluebeard.

pair sat down on the terrace below the pomegranate grove which overhangs the stream to smeke and talk. Said the potter so the mollah: “I have la my house a daughter, who is beautiful aad of a marriageable age; if I could suitably dispose of her I should have room in myeaUblUbount for another wife.” “Brother potter,” replied the mollah, “I can-well feel for you. I have myself a daughter, whose race la like the moon, wboee lipe are like the eeed of the pomegranate, whoee hair ia like tangled snakee; but what svaileth Ml this beauty? Wives an certainly mom useful than daughters.” And so the two old reprobates talked the matter over, till at last it was agreed that they should change daughters; and in due time the mollah married the potter’s daughter, and the potter married the moll ah’s daughter. Now, the potter’s daughter had not been brought up with a proper sense of propriety, and soon after her wedding begad to make eyes at the young men of Gandamak in a manner most unbecom ing the wife of a clergyman. The mollah, perceiving this, cut oft her nose and ears and sent her back to her father with an intimation that he had discovered her in an act of infidelity, for which he had punished her. and that he now returned her, as he had no further use for her. Hie potter, in getting his daughter back mutilated in this horrid way, wm sorely distressed. He argued to himself thus; “if the girl goes about the village in this state the neighbors will never cease to twit me about her, and i shall be known as the father of the noseless girl. The shame is not to be thought of.” Bo he killed her. Having killed his daughter, the potter was stung with the pangs of remorse. He thought to himself, “The mollah is a great brute, and I will be avenged on him.” 80 he called his wife and said: “Your father cut off my daughter’s nose and ears and forced me to kill her. how, I must have revenge, so I shall cut off your nose and ears and send you back to him.” On hearing this the lady began to cry, and begged for a few days’ grace. "Very well,” said the potter, “I will give you till to-morrow.” It was 11 o’clock at night, and the potter had fallen into his first deep sleep, when his vnie rose noiselessly and crept out of the cottage into the dark, cold night Hhe had seen the tents oi the Feringis, the Cass res, and she would go to them for protection. Well she knew that if she went to her father he would kill her to avoid a bloody feud with her husband; if she went to the native officials they would take no inte rest in her fate, and would return her to her husband with as little compunction ss they would return a stray better to the butcher. There was nothing tor it but to go to the Feringi. It was along and difficult atrip of country to traverse, but fear lent her strength and speed. She r miles across the Ishpan plain, plunged without hesitation into the icy ford across the furkab, she climbed with painful effort and with bard-drawn breath the rugged steep above Sarandu, she fled with stumbling steps the winding path that led to the British camp at Pezwan, she crawled past the sentry, she glided into the nearest tent, the, morn was beginning to dawn, and she was safe. Do you know Fitzgerald ? It was his tent. He took her to Ball Acton, who commands at Pczwan, and Colonel Acton wired to General Arbulhnot at Gandamak, and General Arbuthnot made arrangements for the young woman’s safety. I do not know what will be done with her, but she has saven her nose and oars for the present —London Timet.