Judge — August 28, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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134 Suage A TALE OF MOORZOOK. Y UNCLE BENJAMIN stirred the fire with his leg—the wooden one— and made me cease my clatter. “ Your talking reminds me of Achmet, third brother of the sultan of Moorzook,” he said, knocking the ashes from his peg. “And who may he be?” I asked, se- cretly flattered. “Himself,” replied Uncle Benjamin grimly.‘ When’ I was private secretary to the sultan of Moorzook "—— “T never heard you were that,” I in- terrupted. THE TABLES TURNED. When Polly laughs it seems the world “Nor ssid my uncle: showing grea! Takes can tare'and richer bues surprise. “ Well, well! such is fame. But The ship of care, with sails unfurled, I was, and it was then that I met Prince Clears sullen ports for ocean's blue Achmet. Now on wild nights he sits on Vet wheat meation love te Ber the bottom of my bed talking, talking, ever Tt quite destroys the simile ; talking.” For—well, you see it’s different, sir, “ About what?” I ventured. . ‘ Wi — Pe hen—swell,. when Polly langhs 61 oe “The sultan and me," replied Uncle oe A MORAL REVERSED) Ri Z ake, you look habby. Benjamin; “for the sultan and I were ‘Oh. yen, “1 bala Job a ecetver tne saRogebaak, almost partners. I was the one who found out what made him unhappy. My brudder Gussy he vas der paying-deller. My, bud he And was he unhappy ?" I asked, feels bad !” “He was,” replied my uncle. Why, in the morning he would sit with a dead face and ee 4 mouldy expression about the lips while his two hundred wives filed in and kissed him good- AN OPINION WITH AN INCENTIVE. morning, and his asylum of children paraded past and told him their names, and never a [M[R. GOODLEY was reading the Monday paper. smile. You can judge for yourself how unhappy he must have been.” ‘The home’team had been defeated.“ D-durn!” “Tsee," I said, though I did nothing of the kind. he exclaimed, “Sunday base-ball is a disgrace to our nowing he was unhappy," he continued, "I set about to find the cause, and found it. civilization.” jealous of his brother Achmet, who was a beautiful talker, while the sultan was a man of few words. Achmet had a national reputation for talk- ing: he was called the *honey-throated.” " “Very pretty." I said. “Quite so,” said my uncle, “and entirely de- served Well, as soon as I found out what was the matter with the sultan what did I do?” “ What, indeed ?” I said softly. ~Twhispered to his majesty,” said my ugcle. lighting his pipe. “I whispered to him, and he smiled for the first time in a year, and gave me his diamond crown—the one I have in my room.” “TL have not seen it,” I said. “1 never wear it around the house,” said my uncle carelessly. ““ He gave me the crown and bade me go ahead. And what did I do then? I had Prince Achmet arrested and put under lock and key in the palace. Then I got my note-book and for twelve hours took down every word he He was spoke.” “Tn shorthand ?” | suggested. MERCURIAL. * Of course,” said Mas. Mapison (returning from a drive)—"" Did any one call while T was out?” spounls “1 Wook Mato—" Ves, ma'am; Mr. Lexington Mrs, Mapison—"* Dear, darling old gentleman! Did he leave anything ?” down every word, Matp—"* Ves, ma‘am ; his card.” and then read them Mrs. Mant! ** No bon-bons? to him.” Maip—"* No, ma'am, 7 Mrs. Mapison—"* The mesn, stingy old thing !" “ And did he like that?” I queried. ” The first day, yes,” answered my uucle; “and it laid very fair on the stomach of his mind the sec- ond and the third day, for each day I took down every word he spoke and read them to him at night. But the fourth day he began to sicken and spoke but little; the fifth day he was low and silent—that is,for him; the sixth day he was mute, except when he begged to be let g _ “ And you let him go?” said I. “Did 1?" said Uncle Benjamin in disgust. “You are very young. On the seventh day he was dead, his own dagger < in his heart, his own right hand on the hilt of the dagger. There is no man, my A CONSIDERATE: MAN boy, who can listen to a repetition of his AWhie fea onided ne r ° 2 words day after day for seven days and at is a * padded cell." pa ria “A ‘padded sell’? 1 guess I won't say anything against the ladies, my son.” live. wrest, comicbooks.com