Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 39, Number 96, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 August 1907 — TURKISH WIFE'S REVENGE. [ARTICLE]

TURKISH WIFE'S REVENGE.

She Wanld Not Permit a Division ol IlitbuiiTs Afivotiuns. A Turkish subject who married an American man and lived in this country tor six years lias recently revisited the land of her birth. She has been describing for Appleton's Magazine some of her experiences. Here is one of them: “Chakende Ilanurn was the daughter of Nazim Pasha.* She was educated in the western fashion. She was as beautiful as a houri and as good as Allah’s own heart. She was given as a wife to Djannal Pasha, a young and dashing courtier. They were very much in love with each other, and he promised her that she should remain his first and only wife.. Their marital fife . was blessed with two boys and one girl. Chakende grew more beautiful as 'happiness became tier Alaily portion. “One day when she was returning with her retinue from n visit she had made in Stamboul, on the bridge of Galata and in a closed carriage she saw her husband in company with a -foreign woman. That night when he came home she questioned him, and he only answered that the lady was a foreigner. Chakende Hanum understood that her husband did not wish to be asked any more questions. Early in the morning, however, she sent for her brother, and from him she learned"' what was generally known. “She took a few of her slaves and went to her country place. She stayed there for several days, giving the situntion her whole thought: then she came back to her husband. She told him that she knew the truth, that she had thonglit the matter over, and had decided to give him back his word as to her remaining his only wife. Thus he could marry the foreign lady. It was then that Djamal Pasha turned her from Allah. He laughed at her, and” sirtd that Mdlle. Roboul of the French theatrical company was the kind of a woman that men loved hut did not marry. Chakende Hanum said nothing, but that very same day went into her garden and plueEed roses from a laurel tree. You know, young Hanum, yvhat you can do with those roses?” A shiver ran down my back as I nodded. *

“A few nights later, when Djamal Pasha was about to retire, Ghakende Hanum prepared his sherbet for him. Her band did not tremble, though her face was white ns she handed it' to him. It did not last long: Djamal Pasha died from an unexplained malady. but Chakende Hanum kept on plucking laurel roses daily. After a little while they put her in her little grave, too. live years ago.” We sat silent for a while. The moon had traveled fast and was now near the water, bridging the Bosporus with her tuoonghide. The garden, the hills and the water changed with the changing -lant of the pays and became moro wondrotisly -enchanting still, though that had not seemed possible before, and enthnralled me wit;h the fascination of the east —the east whose language and ways of dealing with right and wrong had beeu aligu to me for six years. f