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to his mind. There lived at Tantah an old uncle, whom he had not scen for eighteen years, and who was said to be rich. “T will 160k him up,”” thought Rajeb, “and beg of him to lIend me the tlnu, thousand plastres ; he will not, surcly, refuse ! And

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he longed for the day, that he might sct out

upon this hopeful quest.

Morning dawned at lengthyand Rajeb started on his jour- ney. In order both to be and o wppear cconomical, he walked all way. Just as he reached the frst houses of Tantah, he met come boys, of whom hen- quired for his uncle, “the rich Jousoff.” “Therich Jousoff!” cchoed they, in de- rision ; **say, rather, ‘the beggarly old miser Joub()ff,’ who hates to fling away a bone after he has picked it clean.”

At thesc words the youth'’s heart szmk within him. However, he asked one

f the lads to take him to his uncle's house. lhele he beheld a withered, ragoced, dirty old man, who saluted him with—

“AVhat do you want ? "

“Oh, dcar uncle!” exclaimed Rajeb ; “do yOL1 not remember me? 1 am vour sister’s son, Rajeb—little Rajeb, whom you used to love. T have come to sec you. IHow arc you, dcar uncle ? "’

“Oh, 'm quite well,” sald the old man ; “quite well, but very poor. 1 shall be unable to offer you very splendid h()spltdllty

“\What of that?" re- turned Rajeb, cheertully. ‘“ Both riches and poverty come from heaven.”

Thus conversing, they entered Jousoff’s room, which was exceedingly dark and dimmgy, and con- tained no furniture but an old mat and a jar of water. Neither pipes nor coffee SR

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were to beseen. Rajeb, however, was good- humoured and dppauntlx (ontunul The two supped that evening upon a morsel of detestable cheese and some crusts of coar SC,

black bread. T]‘lt, - cheese was an un- usual luxury, pro-

cured especially for the occasion, and the neighbours who saw the old man o0 out

and buy it could scarcely believe their cyes,

Rajeb was not accustomed to rich farc, but atter his

totlzome journey he really stood in need of a good substantial

supper. When the meagre meal was ended, he tried to

gulde the conversa- tion into a channel suttable for the in- troduction of his request. The old man quickly under- stood his hints. Anticipating his purposc, he cried, *1 am a begoar ! No dervish is poorer than 1! All the world robs me. T have spent my last para upon a supper for vou. T am ruined |7 By glow- g deseriptions of the girl's beauty and his own passion of love for her, R: yeb strove in vain to soften the miser's heart. Finding

TWoa SUPFED ON DETESTABLE CHEESE AND PLACK BREAD.

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