The Amputated Hand
The Confession of a Greek Merchant
by S. L. Finley
I was born in Constantinople. My father was a dragoman, uniting in addition to that occupation that of dealer in perfumes and silk stuffs. He gave me a good education, and being a man of learning, he assisted one of our priests in forming my young mind. His first intention was to leave me his business, but as I showed greater aptitude for study than he had given me credit for, by the advice of his friends he decided to make me a physician, for the reason that physicians make large fortunes in Constantinople.
A great many Frenchmen visited our home, and one of them persuaded my father to allow me to accompany him to Paris, where he stated I could learn the science of medicine at a small cost. My father, who had travelled in his youth, accepted this proposition, and the Frenchman told me that I might hold myself in readiness to leave in three months.
I was overjoyed at the idea of visiting a foreign country, and the time I had to wait appeared very long. At last my protector finished the business which detained him at Constantinople, and was ready to leave. The day so anxiously expected by me at length dawned, and my father called me into his bedchamber. I saw spread on the table handsome dresses, and various weapons. But what especially attracted my notice was a large pile of gold—more than I had ever seen before. My father embraced me, and said:
“You see, my son, that I have been occupied in making the necessary provisions for your journey. These weapons belong to you. They are the same your grandfather gave to me when I set out on my travels. Take them, but do not use them unless you are attacked—I ask that of you. My fortune is not large, but I have divided it into three portions—one belongs to you, the second I shall reserve for… Read More