Judge — January 21, 1899 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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A TALE OF MOORZOOK. PEAKING about dogs,” said my Uncle Benjamin, though nothing had been said about STanhws dogs, “ have I ever told you how a dog decided the celebrated Abek-Bbek identity case?” 4 > ae * No," said I. “ When I was private secretary to the sultan,” said my uncle, “ there lived in the city of Moorzook Abek and Bbek, twin brothers. No one, not even I, could tell one from the other, Abek was prosperous, Bbek was not; both were married—a fact which in some way accounts for everything that happens in this world.” “ Indeed?” said I questioningly. “Indeed it does,” replied my uncle. “Think about it, Well, one day Abek and Bbek went hunting. At evening one of them returned bringing with him the dead body of the other, who had accidentally shot himself. The one who returned said he was Abek, the prosperous one.” “Ho! ho!” said I. “That is what everybody said,” continued my uncle; “everybody, including Mrs. Abek and Mrs. Bbek, only they said a good deal more and said it very loudly, and each locked herself in her house, put on widow's weeds and made ready to bury her husband. Meanwhile, the living brother sat homeless in the market-place.” “ But only one was a widow,” said I feebly. 1" “But which one?” interrupted my uncle, “ Both coveted the pleasure. Always remember that a majority of men cause their wives so much sorrow during married life that crape veils are sometimes worn to conceal the absence of grief. The affair created much scandal in Moorzook and came to the ears of the sultan, who, like all great rulers, wanted his subjects to be moral so that he could thoroughly enjoy the contrast. Accordingly he called in the wise men and the lawyers and the doctors, but all together they could not tell whether it was Abek or Bbek who was dead.” JUDGE'S WORLD'S FA/X.—No. 1. “T see,” said 1; “then LONDON, BY Jove! your 4 Wilneveminos ia ner ocular, “ You are not beyond Can join youn a bottle or 80, ope: said tay able 1 ‘And yet not be Zoe jocular. whispered to the sultan, Jogi ranger Yankee hse and Mrs, Abek, Mrs. Bbek Can dg the old town everywhere, and the surviving brother were brought before me. ‘ Now,’ said I to Mrs. Abek, handing her a rod, ‘soundly beat this man, Abek or Bbek, whichever one he is,’ and soundly beat him she did and enjoyed it. ‘And now you beat him,” said I, handing the rod to Mrs. Bbek. She was very happy. Down came the rod, but only once, fer Abek’s dog, Ilbrahim, which I had. brought in, flew at her and would have torn her to pieces had not my men held him back. That settled the case.” “Ido not see it,” said I. “ The family dog hob-nobs with the family skeletons,” said my un- cle, and what he sees done at home he takes to be right and proper.” “ Then it was Abek ?” said I. “It was,” replied my uncle. “The man who speaks the truth is generally under a cloud, for truth is the last thing we accept.” WILLS IRWIN, HOW IT LOOKED, don’t’ know what'to'think of Charlie. He talked of nothing last night but suicide and the different ways men had of committing it.” * Dear me! you don't suppose he.is thinking of proposing, do you?” comicbooks.com