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run orecon Sunday journal, fortxand, .Sunday morning," April 25 , -r - ' m,, , .,. , ,. , a2L1A , 1, . i-'W, , ' 1 ! ,, '" j " ' ' " 1 " ' ' : 7 I "Youth la the season for hope ." and on lit went, reading la a fine, declamatory voice, as If trying to bring out the best points In the verses. "Your Highness, the tinea art a bore praise," said the Traiartr. "I hardly know which part to praise ynost" (And that was true, for he hadn't paid Terr close attention.) "But I am aura your wisdom haa led you aright. - Your talent! are far beyond my poor criticism. Let another be your Chief Critic; I am content to remain Treasurer." ' . "It shall bs aa you say? 'the Sultan agreed; "at least, for the present ' And, aa you go out, will you be kind enough to fend us the eh, what offlcer cornea next to you In rank?",. . '. "The Minister of Justice," answered the Treasurer; ye a, I wllPsee that be comes at once." , -Well," remarked the page at the door, "the new Sultan certainly makes the officers happy 1 How they do grin when they coma back!" Stronger and stronger became the page's curiosity toyknow what It waa that made all the courtiers so well satisfied with., themselves. C . Strangely enough, the psge'a curiosity was gratified most unexpectedly. I v - , It waa getting late, and the Sultan bad seen all the prominent officials of the palace, ; At length, he came When this ceremony was over, Smelt tea Rlfraf proetrated himself before the throne. , "Bpeak, Bea Rlfraf," said the Bultaa. ' "Wouli your Majesty deign to Inform bis humble slaves what has caused the merited deration of his , favorite?" Ben Rlfraf Inquired. . v . "Most willingly," responded the Bultaa, "I read my ; verses to this youth, and he haa given upon them the wisest Judgment of you alL" ITJut words cannot say mora than we said," Bea niiraf ventured to aay. "Did wa not praise your Hlghness's geniusr , ' .; .-. . "Of a truth you did," replied the SulUa.,' "Yet were the verses the veriest trash, aa ya well knew." , "Moat true, 0 8uUan." cams tha chorus from the whole court, for they saw the tide had turned, v "And courage to tell this truth was found only la 'my page, - whom -1 bava mads Chief Councilor. Enough! . The audience is at aa end!" , , Then, Just before tha band struck tip an Inspiriting march, tha voice of Ben Rlfraf waa heard reciting a well-known proverb, which In Its original Arablo looks like a procession of earthworms, but which means In plain' English, "After-wit is everybody's wit" , ' - - By Tudor Jenka. N t land so far to the east that It la very warm when the sun rises and quite chilly at sunset, a great Bultaa died. His successor happened to be a nephew who lived at aoma distance- so far away, even from that distant land, that ha wasn't at ail intimate with tna late Biman. . When ha arrived at his capital ha was conducted at . once to the palace, and spent tha first day or two in resting from his Journey, and making tha acquaint ance of bis courtiers, and buying becoming clothes. When tha Sultan arose lata on tha third day, he had decided to begin his reign. So ha seat for tha old Vizier, to have a private conversation, with, him in the throne-room. ! ' Both sat down cross-legged,' In aa attitude that would give American, citizens the cramps, and tha Sultan opened the little powwow thus: , j, , ' "Sllieh ben Rlfraf, I think it la high tima that l that is, we began our reign.". 4 "Your will is the people's law," was RJfraTi safe aa. ewer, aa ha bowed like a china Image. ; v - "Yes. For insunce. I aava long aesirea.to na a "Oh, your Highness, what thought! what music! , How exquisite your rhymes! Soul and roll why, It'a .a perfect rhyme I think yon hava chosen wisely In deed. If I may be permitted to praise without the suspicion of flattery." . "Then you really Ilka tha little lines f asked tha Sultan, with a amile a peculiar smile. -. "Like them f Why, they should be embroidered with gold thread on silken scarfs! Tour Highness la right. Yon are a Poet Let me attend to tha petty business of governing, and yon can giva yourself aa tirely to the sublime art of composition." "So be it," aald the Sultan. "Until I notify yon to tha contrary, I will leave the rains la your hands. Now, aa you will have plenty to attend to, will you kindly summon tha Chief Treasurer aa you go out! Thank you. Good morning!" In a few minutes the Sultan heard tha Jingling of the golden curtain-rings, and beheld tha face of tha , Chief Treasurer, a aedate and dignified man of mid dle age.' ..V.-: " , 'V , JH!nt Aitfcam at flfcalrtla a. 11 ih RttUan klnttv ' poet" aald tha Sultan, looking aimlessly at tha cell- "and be seated. I would confer with you.1 ... -..- -L.r- -Mm tnrl IV. fraianiia la wall mnnlla ing. . My lord, the treasury la .wen supplied, and tha f r k "aje. .. m 43"i 1 "7 1. "ALLAH BE PRAISED!" CRIED THE SULTAN, "I HAVE POUND A PEARL!" w . . mm ir ssi w wv m av t eat. m - " 11 ' THE DJWCING LESSON. Hera ts a haprr - tie, one Who's having Jus , ; the best of fun! Who wouldn't t In greatest glee .To have a little fa!r ' girl Come In and tc&c' " her how to wMr With' steps so llfih .- and airy? To skip and dance and turn and twirl. And spin about In merry whirl, . To slide ; ; , - 'And glide '.; ; '.'-' .... : From side to side . Oh, wouldn't any one of you . Be glad to have a lesson, too, ' . , Prom a "really truly" fairy? mu IN FACT, THD VIZIER HAD HINTED THAT THE YOUNG SULTAN THOUGHT HIMSELF A OBNTUS THREE GOOD RECIPES. . By Marion Richardson ' r HAPPT-DAT PUDDfNO. t Or mora children (according to taste). 1 Skyful of Bun. 1 Lawn (must be fresh and green).1 , 4 Treea (shady), fat onea preferred. , ; ' 1 Nurse-maid (out of sight). Take children and mix well with an armful of doi:; Mna and rubber balls, 1 puppy, I tent, and 1 express wagon.. When mixed, sprinkle all over with smile and a pinch of unselfishness. Keep stirring unM sundown. Then take children, put In separate, coo; ' dark rooms, cover lightly, and leare until-mornlc" Itrve with mother's kiss. . n. RAINY-DAY PIE, I Plump little Olrls (alive). l Attic. ' : ' . 1 Box Chocolates. r 1 Large Trunk, with stuffing. (Improved by age.) CarnUh plump little girls with chocolates. Di necks, heads and claws of same Inside of trunk for hours and 30 minutes. If very red when taken ou' they are well done. Set by window to cool. - ''.0 III." '-' - , v ; DESSERT FOR BOYS. ' A fresh bunch of Boys. 1 Hot July Noon. ! 1 Shallow Duck-pond. Peel boys. Cover half over with trunks not trr trunks. Drop in lukewarm pond, and swash arour; till well soaked. Then put in hot sun to bake ac brown. Servo aa deserved. Tlmmy Toole and Willie Wise Br Lonisa Fletcher Tarkington. Said Tlmmy Toole. "I wish I knew As much, as Willie Wise. , , Ha always haa his rtthmetic, , And, wins the spelling prise." y - Said Willia Wise, 'If I eovild play . Baae-baU like Tlmmy joole, , And win the tennis-match, I'd be ' Jha happiest boy In. ichool!" " Tha Vizier started so abruptly that his turban fell, oft, and then he, too, looked at the celling, until tha Sultan should choose to go on. - "But, though that Is all plain sailing," the Bultaa; went on again, "there Is yet soma difficulty. That is,, to find a competent critic who will show me my . faults and point out any little errors that may creep into my hasty lines. Now, If you yourself, Ben Rlfraf, -should prefer to undertake this responsible post, you can do so." ? ' "My sovereign master' said Rlfraf, hastily, "I am ' an old -man. Let me care for the realm, for that trade I have long studied. I wbuld prefer that an other should become, your Critic and Poetical Adviser a younger man ' "So be it," answered tha young Sultan; "but let ma at least read to you one set of verses which I happen - to find In my caftan. X would like your Judgment upon these lines before 'you betake' yourself tq. your proper duties, Shall it be so?" The Vizier saw by tha look In the Sultan's eye that the request was a command, and he replied In Oriental phrase that ha waa most honored by, the -Sultan's condescension. So the young Sultan drew out a roll of manuscript, and read aa follows: "irouia is ins season ror nope; , Hope befltteth tha young. ' ' Touth has the vigor to cope " - With tha woes that tha singers have sung. "Youth has the sparkle of mirth;; Laughter dellghteth the soul; Spring is the youth of the earth, . Mcrrllx let. carols rolll" . accounts straight" . "No doubt," interrupted the Sultan; "but I have more important matters "Mora important" the ' Treasurer . began, so amazed that he forgot his manners. - "Verily," said the Sultan, overlooking the little breach of etiquette. "As the Vizier has no doubt In formed you, I intend to devote my own time, for tha presenU to poetry. He told you so, did be notT" "Something of the sort, your Highness,'! replied El Shekels, uneasily, hoping that the Sultan wouldn't ask hlra to repeat the Vizier's Joking remarks. In fact, tha Vizier, had hinted that tha young Sultan thought himself a genius. . "I suspected aa much," said tht Sultan. "And you ; were surprised, perhaps?" "Your Highness is the ruler," responded tha Treas urer, politely; "but I waa surprised, I admit . And to tell the truth, it you will pardon me for saying so, 1 1 must esy that, as a rule, there isn't much money to be made in poetry, I speak simply as a treasurer, your Highness, not as a critic." "But I wish your opinion as a critic," tha Sultan answered. "The question of providing funds I shall leave to you, for tha present, unless I should appoint your to the new office I mean to create that of Chief : Critic and Poetical Adviser." : 5. . ' ' "Your Highness ils most gracious; but, If it be your will; I prefer to remain Treasurer." . v v "As you please," tha Sultan reDlied. v "But mean . while 1, happen to have In my caftan a copy of verses pointed the page Chief Councilor and Grand High uu I nave ,jubi. compieiea. u you can spare ue vizier m iteaim ior uie, ac u same iima inveai to tha doorway, and found the page sitting in at tendance on rather a thin and hard cushion.'1 "Why, my boy." said the Sultan, kindly, "yon must be worn out Have you been there alt day?" "All day, your Majesty," the page replied respect fully; "and since your Majesty asks'me I am a little tired." v.v,,,n,, . . "Coma in," said the Sultan, holding aside tha cur tain. "You shall rest awhlla." "Whatlwlth your Majesty, In tha throne-room?' tha boy exclaimed In amazement - ' - "Certainly, No one peed know," answered tha Sul tan, kindly. "Are you afraid of ma?" "No. your Majesty," said the page, for tha Sultan, smuea ; very coraiaiiy; : ana im page enterea - wa throne-room. ' v':..-' -.v'- "Ba seated," said tha Sultan; "I command it!" ha added, as tha boy hesitatsd. So tha page sat down upon a soft, silk cushion. . 'V have been writing soma verses," said tha Sultan, aa ha bade tha boy help himself to tha delicious fiuits and ices, "and while you refresh yourself I should like to read them, to you.'' So, while tha boy enjoyed iha fruits and Ices, tha Sultan, for the twentieth time at least, read aloud his precious lines on youth. When he had finished, he turned to the page, say ing: "Now I should like your opinion of tha poem." "But your Highness, I am too young to criticise your verses," replied the page, uneasily. "All nonsense," answered the Sultan, but pleasant ly enough. "I see you have an opinion. : I deslra you to express it freely, Nay, mora than that I com mand you to do so," - , "I must obey, then," paid tha page, looking very serious. . "But if I should Incur your Majesty's dis pleasure, may I beg that you will visit your wrath upon ma alone? I nave a mother and sister who are dependent upon me ' "They shall ba cared for," aald tha Sultan, in a solemn tone, "if the need arises. But you make ma suspect that my lines do not meet with your ap provalV - "On your own head ba It, Commander of the Faith . full" exolalmed the unhappy page. "By tha Prophet as I promised my mother that I would tell truth, tha lines ara tha veriest bosh and nonsense! They mean nothing. They do pot even sound sensible. They .are as unmusical as the braying of a lost donkey I There! I hava said the truth. A man diet hot once! Remember, then, your words," ' "Allah be praised!" cried the Sultan, "I hava found - a pearl! And air the men of my court declared the linea perfect beyond pralsel Now have I found, the honest man I sought" v "But your Majesty," stammered the astonished page, "I am no more than a boy!" "Enoughl" said the Sultan. "Tha years will And you wisdom as well as age; , but honesty comes not even with long ages If tha seed be not already plant ed. Say not a word." -The Sultan clapped his hands, directed all the courtiers to ba summoned, and In their presence ap- ,- time, we shall be glad to have your opinion of them." So, drawing forth the precious manuscript, the 6ul taa began, ( ' 1 ing him with the order of the Golden Sunburst of the East, and a whole row of smaller decorations of dif- lerent colors. -; 'r-Vs::'- l i If rail wen tar Kf sx. jtii -M-saMJi . I i 'v- t laki'I" Icriow;e.v,eryTacicri&me Arid -cWityteiffe; Wsem&a the bbrson. he kind -lila wife: : b' to battle md ;fouStt fop" dedsr life. Lof his estt 0T1 jrj mnx xqg nouse, a .- n jndesnr the poor krn
