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- THE SUNDAY OREGOMAN, PORTLAND, JANUARY 16, 1916.
SYXOPSIS OF WHAT HAS GOXE BEFORE.
Joudar, ton of a merchant named Omar, is left a
fortune which he loses through the trickery of hi
older brother: They and hit mother become dependent
upon him. He becomct a fisherman, and going one day
to the Lake of Karoun, hat an adventure through which
he mcctt a Jlograbin, or native of northern Africa, who
tayt that through Joudar alone can he win four treat
uret which he desires a tword which will enable itt
owner to conquer the worlds a kohl pot, from which one
can anoint one't eyet and thereafter tee the treaturet
of the earth; a tignct ring, the owner of which will
be more powerful than the mott powerful king, and a
celestial planisphere, the owner of which can lit at home
end tee all countries of the world reflected in the glass.
Joudar consents to go in tearch of these treasures, and
the Mograbin', giving hit mother a thousand pieces of
gold, they S't out on a magic mule, fed from magio
saddle bags which produce the most delicious food when
ever it it needed.
Continued from last Sunday.)
THE door flew open and Joudar saw be
fore him a beautiful young girl who was
the daughter of the Mograbin. He was
entertained right royally for many days,
till at last the two men set out upon mules
and came at the middle of the day to a mighty
river. On its banks they took from the magic
saddle bags a wonderful repast, and as they
ate it the Mograbin said, "It is now time,
Joudar, to help me."
And Joudar replied, " I am at your service."
First, the Mograbin took out the two small
boxes in which he had so tightly sealed the
fish he had brought with him from Lake
Karoun and said spells over them till the
boxes burst open and two great genii, with
hands bound and heads hanging, came out,
begging mercy. ' I will give you your lives
if you will open to me the treasure of Sham
aradal," said the Mograbin.
" We promise," they cried, " if you will see
to it that Joudar the fisherman goes after it"
" lie is here," answered the Mograbin, and
the genii promised again and vanished. As.
they went the Mograbin said to Joudar, " I
will now say a charm which will cause this
broad river to dry up. In the center of its
bed you will see a great door big as a city
gate. Knock at it twice, then three times
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rapidly without stopping, and a voice will cry,
Who are you? ' Answer, ' I am Joudar, son
of Omar.' The door will open to you and a
man will come towards you with a sword,
threatening to cut off your head.' Bend to
him your neck, and though he will strike at
you, he will not hurt you. But if you try to
resist him he will kill you. So you will go
on and on, through many rooms and many
doors guarded with all sorts of dreadful
perils. Whatever, threatens you, bow your
head. You must pass through many rooms,
and at the end of each will be the door
guarded by some fearful man or beast to
threaten you. But remember, they are bodies
without souls. Resist them and you die. Bow
to them all and you are safe. Are you
ready?"
" W-why y-yes," said Joudar, rather
shakily, it must be admitted. He did not like
this treasure hunting as much as he had
imagined he might.
" Well, then," said the Mograbin, " remem
ber one thing more. When you reach the
treasure chamber you will see gold piled up
in heaps about, but donot touch it. You are
after something much more valuable. Go to
the curtain which you will see before you acid
draw it aside. Behind it you will find the
famous diviner, SWamaradal, himself, lying
asleep. On his forehead you will see some
thing round and glowing, like a moon. It is
the celestial planisphere. The magic sword
will be hanging at his side, the powerful sig
net ring will be upon his finger, and about his
neck will be a gold chain with the kohl pot
suspended from it. Carefully remove all these
treasures. He will not wake. And should he,
after you have them all, you are safe. Follow
my directions and you will be none the worse
and both of us much richer."
As he spoke, tne Mograbin went towards
the river. TlTen, standing 6n its bank, he be
gan to recite a charm in some strange togue,
and immediately, to the astonishment and awe
Joudar, the mighty river Vanished and its
bed became as dry as a road, while in the
center of the bed he saw gleaming the great
doors through which he must pass.
Bracing up his courage, Joudar descended
to the door and knocked as he had been di
rected. And from then on he moved forward
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in direct obedience to the advice of the Mo
grabin. The way was very long. Often he
shrank back, - frightened, from the awful
shapes that threatened him. But never did
he offer resistance, and sword fell to water,
clubs to dust, as they touched him.
The Mograbin warned him that the last
trial would be when a spirit who seemed to be
his mother should come to him and try to
persuade him to go back, and finally this
spirit came, so like unto his mother that he
felt this trial would be hardest of all, and he
struggled with himself as he refused the spirit
what it asked, till finally it cried, in the very
tones of his mother; " This is not right, my
son, for you to refuse what I ask you. Is
your heart of stone? Are you not treating
me unlawfully ? " -
"Yes," cried poor, pestered Joudar, "that
I am!" ,
Immediately the spirit cried out in delight
at having caught him,
and the other slaves
of the treasure, who
had tried to catch him
and failed, gathered
around and beat him so
unmercifully that he
nearly died, after which -they
took him up and
"Often he
cast him outside the
door of the treasure room, and he found him
self, groaning and weak, on the dried-up bed
of the river with the Mograbin standing: over
him asking what had happened.
Joudar explained in deep fear, feeling that
the Mograbin might in turn punish him for
his failure to hold out against a danger of
which he had been warned. But the Mogra
bin simply said, " You have not treated either
me or yourself fairly this lay. Come home
"G
ENERAL," said the
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"Well, to begin with," .answered the Doctor, "several of the children have a bad cough, and "
"I knew it, I knew it," cried the Old Soldier. "I knew they'd get their, feet wet. They were over in
the garden yesterday, sliding on some rubber ice in a saucer, and I told them that ice was dreadfully thin and
it would break, and they'd slip in and get wet and catch their death of cold."
" You're right," said the Doctor, " they got their feet wet, caught bad colds, and I haven't a bit of cough
syrup in the house."
. "I know where there's some," cried the Clown, who had. been listening to the conversation. "The
Dunce and I were looking for some pills to use as bowling balls, and we saw a bis: bottle of cough syrup on the
bathroom window sill of that house next door."
" We'll go over and get some for you, Doc," said the General. ." It will do us good to have the exercise."
Glad of an excuse to get out, the Teenie Weenies were soon on their way after the cough syrup.
The window sill on which the bottle of syrup stood was very high, but the Clown and the Cowboy soon ,
climbed to the top. Lowering a piece of thread that two Teenie Weenies had carried between them for iust such
use, they soon pulled the rest of the little people up beside them.
"Now," said the Turk, who had been examining the bottle of syrup, "four or five of you fellows get
hold and tip the bottle, and I'll hold the spoon somebody has thoughtfully left beside it, while you pour out a
, dose."
" Goodness gracious," cried the Lady of Fashion, " we don't need a whole spoonful ! "
" Well, it says on the bottle, ' one teaspoonful for children,' " said the Turk.
" So it doesso it does," cried the little lady, as she stood on her tip toes and carefully read the label on
the bottle.
. "You see I'm right, don't you?" asked the Turk. " The Doctor told me to read very carefully what it said
on the bottle, and to bring about three doses. It says one teaspoonful is a dose for children, so we'll take about
three spoonfuls."
" But that does seem an awful lot of medicine," said the Lady of Fashion doubtfully.
"It makes no difference," announced the Turk, "I'm going according to directions."
The Teenie Weenies poured out three spoonfuls of the syrup, which filled two teenie weenie wash tubs.
"Mercy on us," cried the Doctor, when he saw the Teenie Weenies carrying the heavy tubs of syrup up
the walk to the Shoe House. " You don't bathe in cough syrup."
" Well," muttered the Turk; " I went according to directions."
" The directions are all right for big children," laughed the Doctor, " but ours are Teenie Weenie children "
" O, my," exclaimed the Turk. " I never thought of that!" Copyright: 1916: By T"ra Donaliey.
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shrank back, frightened, from the awful shapes
that threatened him"
with me now. Nothing more can be done for
an entire year."
He helped the groaning Joudar up the bank
and,' having repeated a charm so that once
more the great river filled its bed, he took
Joudar home with him, doctored the wounds
the whips had made upon him,-and fed him -and
clothed him like a prince.
At the end of the year, on the anniversary
of that same day, they went once more to the
Doctor, walking into the Teenie Weenie
smoking his after breakfast cigar, " I need some help."
" What's the trouble, Doc?" asked the General, flipping the
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river. .Again everything happened as it had
before, only this time Joudar successfully
passed all the servants of the treasure who
were trying to shield it from him. reached the
sleeping diviner, and took from him the kohl
pot, the sword, the celestial planisphere, and
the signet ring. And no sooner did he have
them all in his possession than their slaves,
who had tried to keep him' away, came anil
prostrated themselves, and hailed him as
master! So he took his treasures back and
gave them to the Mograbin, who rejoiced ex
ceedingly and gave a great feast that night at
his home. And at the end of the feast he said,
" Joudar you have served me well. What will
you have as a reward?"
Now, Joudar had always thought most
marvelous those saddle bags, from which the
Mograbin was always able to take such de
licious food, so he asked for them, and they
were given him. " Put your hand inside and
say, 'Servant of the bags, I desire such and
such a dish,' and it will be ready," the Mo
grabin told him, "but these bags give you
things to eat only. I will give you more
which will hold an endless store of money.
Take them with you, and may the rest of your
life be peaceful and happy."
Joudar thanked him. He put his hand into
the new saddle bags and, drawing it out- full
of. gold, felt that indeed his fortune had been
made. " : ' -.
Next day he bought a. fine
horse, and with. his" two sets
of saddle bags before him set
out upon his homeward way.
The trip home was longer
than that coming to Fez, for
now he had not a- magic
mule to carry him.. . But he
enjoyed it greatly and reached his own home
in Cairo to find his mother in great need of
him, as his twp rascally brothers had taken
from her the gold Joudar had left her and she '
was in great need. The brothers ;.had van
ished. So Joudar and his mother settled down
to the enjoyment of his riches in one of the
most beautiful houses in the city, and never
did either of them want for anything again.
Their magic saddle bags supplied them with
all luxuries.
(Another Arabian Wights ttory will appear next Sunday J
sitting room, where the General sat
ashes from his cigar.
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