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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (July 18, 1915)
THE SUNDAY OREGOMAX, rOTlTLAXR, JULY 18. lOl.". SYNOPSIS. Abou II an fan finds himself at his father's death vith a large fortune. As his father has taught him strict economy, he decides to spend some of his money fool ishly. He divides it, investing half in real estate and spending the rest in gorgeous entertainments. When that half of his money is gone his friends refuse to Inoio him. Furious at their ingratitude, Abou Ilassan decides to make no more, hut to find his company , among strangers, whom he trill entertain on condition ' that they never see him a second time. To one such guest he tells his story, saying he would We to he ling for a day to punish his faithless friends. Soon after this guest drops a powder in Abou Hassan's wine, and when he is insensible orders his slave to carry Abou auay. This stranger proves to be the ling in disguise. He has Abou Hassan carried to the palace, put in his bed, and tells his court to pretend Abou is ling when he wales. The courtiers play their part so well Abou really believes he is ling and sits on the throne with much dignity. He enjoys himself, has his false friends punished, and towards evening is given another sleeping powder by the ling. Continued from last Sunday.") AS Abou Hassan began to snore loudly, the king came out of his hiding place and ordered that the sleeper should be again dressed in his own clothes and taken back to his home. " Disrobe him and put-him in his bed," commanded the king, " so that when he wakes he will think aM that haD pened to him was a dream." The slaves hurried from the palace and car ried Abou Hassan to his house, where they undressed him and put him in bed as the kin had commanded. Abou Hassan slept till late the "next morn ing, and wflen he awoke in his own home he was filled with the greatest surprise. " Moon Face, Coral Lips," he called, remem bering the names of the lovely ladies of the palace, " come here." .He called so loudly that his mother, who lived in the apartment above him, came run ning to his bedside " What ails you, my son?" she cried. f " ""III III III TTTTTITimnTtrmriimin..i, , r - -rNy, a r rrr a -a u t iiMnTMm i mil muMiii- I n rrtiniirimnr'inrnrmiii-MMMi n n - FRO?) ARABIAN CMQHT5 " Good woman," said Abou Hassan, looking haughtily at her, " who is it that you call your son. . "Why, you, of course," said his astonished mother. " Are not you Abou Hassan, my son?" " " You have made a grave mistake, my good woman," answered the young man. " I am not your son, but the king of the city of Bagdad." In spite of everything his poor mother could say he could not be convinced that he was Abou Hassan, but still insisted that he was the king. His mother, thinking surely her son was suffering from some disorder of the mind, tried tc change the conversation by telling him how his ungrateful friends had been punished the day before. "I know it," answered Abou Hassan. "It was by my own order that they were punished. I tell you I am the king, and I wish you would call my slaves so that I may be robed for morning prayers." " O, my dear son," sobbed the poor woman, " it is wicked of you to call yourself the king, especially after the generous gift our beloved monarch made us yesterday." " It was I who sent the thousand pieces of gold to you, woman," cried Abou Hassan in an angry voice, " and I will have no more of your words." Jumping from the bed, Abou Hassan caught his mother by the arms and began beating the poor woman, so that she called for help. At the sound of her cries the neighbors came running in, and, finding Abou Hassan in the act of striking his mother, they used him rather roughly., "Unhand me, wretches 1" cried the indig nant Abou Hassan, shaking off his captors. " How dare you touch the sacred person of the king of Bagdad?" " He's mad," cried one of the neighbors. And, seizing him, they carried him off to a lunatic asylum, where he was put into a strong stone cell and left to recover his senses. Each day the keeper came to his cell and gave the prisoner fifty strokes upon the back in order to remind him that he was hot the king of Bagdad. Slowly the strong ideas that Abou had had about being the king began to wear away, .and finally he made up his mind that the whole thing must have been a dream. Soon his mother came to visit him, and, find ing her son himself again, she quickly made arrangements for his release. Several days after his return home Abou Hassan resumed his practice of inviting a stranger every night for supper. Going to- the city gates, he sat down to await the arrival of the first stranger, and to his great surprise the first man who came through the gate was the same merchant he ha d entertained the night before his vivid dream. Abou Hassan turned his head and pretended not to see him, but the merchant would not be put off, and, walking up to him, said, " Well, well, if it isn't my good friend Abou Ilassan." " Sir," cried Abou Hassan, "the conditions on which I entertained you at my home sonic time ago were that you would not recognize me if ever our paths should chance to cross again, and now you have broken that promise." " My friend," said the merchant, who really remembered the promise and had carefully planned this meeting, " I was so royally en tertained at your home that I wish once more to have the honor of your hospitality. This is my last visit to your city, and, if you wish it. I will never bother you again." look there's a great big fat stem, high above his head. Gath " Wh ' Boo-hoo That's a dandv." cxrl.iinpd the- rv.Vt ering a pile of sticks, the Cowboy and the Dunce began throwing them at the tempting berry, iilhkens! I almost hit it that time." shrmtl -,..i..,,, a . . r. . tJ . , , i , ,, ' . w ... u... , no a. ;jimmif; v.iuu ju.-i i;useu inc ucrry stem. , DOO-nOO. DOO-llOO. Came a sad vmrp from tV. ,,tUr- .f . J . "Listen," whispered the Dunce, with round eyes and wide open mouth under the bush, the Cowboy and Dunce peered out into the garden bevond. Vu , , m Uie ,bUSl1 Stoo1 a rab't hutch, and sitting behind the wire that covered the front was a bit- rabbit crying though his heart would I break " W-w-wh-what', the matter ? stammered the Dunce, as he walked u? to the rbbft hutch! v a t,c1mftter? sobbed the rabbit, "why, I'm almost starved to death, that's what's the matter l" iou don t look exactly thin." said the fmvhnv. c:f-,rir.rr t Kt,;' " Crickety me," cried the rabbit, "I nft le won't iUtA methinato eat!"7'" ShUtCd thc Sd naU,rcd Dun. " "1 hurry along up the house 'Aeri?ht-! - --o yw v io xccuic weenies, ami tncy aisappearea into the tall crass Hurrying home, the Dunce and Cowboy told the rest of the Teenie Weenies all about the hungry rabbit that por?e5ow0righ?I;va?Ut " gCt SOme ShVelS Ut f thC WOrk 5hP" We'lfgit a 8quare meal for -here hwaf chopped fn pte'es andfed'tc iay, liunny said the Dunce, as he watched the rabbit finishing his meal, " don't bite the boy who for-ot to'feed sure when he does remember, he'll be just awfully sorry about this, and he won't leave you hungry again t-ery loon." By "Utn. Ioiihey.T "He was put into a strong stone cell, and left to recover his senses." Abou Ilassan was a good hearted fellow, and, being really fond of the merchant, he con sented, and straightway led him once more to his home. After they had eaten a hearty din ner the dishes were cleared away, and when the wine had been set before them Abou Has san told his guest all about the dream he had had and which had caused so much trouble " It was a most unusual dream," cried the host. " In the dream I was the king, and I remember distinctly how I ordered a number of my ungrateful friends punished. I made out a list of their names, and the strangest thing is that they really were punished, just as I had ordered them to be in the dream." " It does seem odd," remarked the merchant, with a slight twinkle in his eye. one," cried the Dunce, pointing to a larce red 1 J b b J " lilt Uvl UUMI. guess you'd be hungry if vou hadn't eaten tQ fCCd tlU 1 a ?JTJCSC? - - can." called the eTbbiT "? "And here, look at this finger." exclaimed Abou Ilassan, as he held his linger out for his guest to examine. " I remember that as I dreamed I thought it must be dream, and I asked a small slave boy to bite my linger so I would know whether I was awake or not. I le bit me so hard that I tumbled out of bed and here are the marks of his teeth!" "I think you must have bitten it yourself during your dream." said the merchant, after he had examined his host's finger. " That is the only way I can figure it out, said Hassan. After they had spent some time in talking and drinking the merchant said: "Why are you not married, my friend?" " I prefer to remain free," answered Abou Ilassan. " That is not right." said the merchant. "You should have a wife. I will find a lovely girl for you, who will be worthy of jour love." As the merchant talked he slyly dropped a sleeping powder into his host's glass. " Come, my gxd friend." he then cried, raising his own glass. " let us drink to the health of the lady I shall provide for you." Abou Hassan drained his glass and in a few minutes he fell into a sound sleep. As before, the merchant ordered his slave to take up Abou Ilassan on his back and carry him to the palace. When they arrived at the palace the king threw off his disguise as a merchant and commanded his grand vizier to dress Abou Hassan in the same clothes he had worn be fore. He ordered also that the sleeper should be placed in the same room, with the same people standing about, so that he would find everything just as it had been when he had fallen asleep several weeks before. 'When everything had been made ready the kintj retired to a closet where he could sec every thing without being seen, and ordered that Abou Hassan be awakened. A sponge soaked in vinegar was held under the sleeper's nosa and soon he began to stir uneasily in his bed. 'To be continued next Sunday.) ratnf,,rrv lrT, c-r, nt lub. Somebody's crying." And sneaking around 'anything since veerdav The bov 5'" Ssuc bite and get help and we'll bring you rabbit, as the Dunce hurried away. U UP frnt f tht r3bbit hUtch r