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BOHAN, PROPRIETOR, \ md--me--of being a thief "THE THIEF OF BAGDAD" 'BY ACEDMED ABDURLAT Based on Doagles Sabbanks' Pantasy of Pantasy of the Awabisa Nights, by He walked with a mincing step, his wicked, shriveled old face topped ludi- crously by a coquettish turban of pale cerise, his scanty beard dyed blue with indigo, his pointed finger nails gilt in a foppish manner, his lean body clad in green silk, and holding in his bony right hand a large cluster of lilies at which he sniffed. All this Ahmed saw and disliked. Saw, furthermore, protruding a "little from Tagi Kahn's waist shawl, the 1 sagging plumpness of an embroidered purse. A fat purse] A rich, swollen, bloated purse! A purse to stir the im- agination of both the righteous and the unrighteous! "Mine--by the red pig's bristles!" thought Ahmed, as the other passed the fountain. "Mine--or may I never laugh again!" Already his right hand had descend. ed. Already his agile fingers were curl- ing like question marks. Already the purse was sliding gently from Tagi ahn's waist shawl when--for let us remember that Ahmed was stretched flat on his stomach, his bare back warmed by the sun--an inquisitive mosquito lit on his shoulder and stung him painfully. _ He wiggled; twisted. His tapering fingers jerked. And Tagi Kahn, feeling the jerk, looked up, and saw his purse in Ah- med's hand. "Thief! Thief! Thief!" he yelled, reaching up, clutching at the purse, grabbing its other end. "Give it back to me!" "No! Nol" protested Ahmed, pulliflg the purse away and transfering it quickly to his left hand. "It is mine own purse! I am not a thief! Iam an honest man! It is you, yourself, who are the thief!" And, appealing to the people who came crowding up on a run, he con- tinued heatedly, with every expres- sion of injured innocence: "Behold me this Tagi Kahn! This oppressor of widows and orphans| This worshipper before the unclean gods of compound interest! He accuses 1" slipped and "You are a thief!" bellowed the mer. chant. "You .stole my purse!" "The purse is mine!" "No--mine--O Father of a bad Smell!" "Goat!" came Ahmed's reply. "Goat of an odor most goatish! Abu- ser of the Salt!"--and he jumped down from the ledge and faced the other. Standing there in the bright, yellow sunlight, poised on the balls of his bare feet, ready for either flight or combat as the odds might advise, he was a fine figure of a man; short rath- ef than tall, but perfectly proportion- ed from narrow foot to curly head, with a splendid breadth of chest and shoulders, and long muscles that were like running water. There was here none of your clumsy, flabby, overfed Nordic flesh, like a greasy, pink-and- white suet pudding, but a smooth, hairless torso, with the crunching strength of a man and the grace of a woman. The face was clean-shaven except for an impudent little mustache that quivered with well-simulated wrath as he heaped insults upon the stammering, raging Tagi Khan. The crowd laughed and applauded-- for Tagi Khan had not many friends in Bagdad--until finally a gigantic, black-bearded Captain of the Watch shouldered his way through the throng. "Be quiet, both you fighting-cocks!" he thundered threateningly. "This is Bagdad, the Caliph's town, where they hang mien in chains from the Gate of Lions for shouting too loudly in the marketplace. And now--softly, softly-- what is the trouble?" "He took my purse, O Protector of 8 oe the Righteous!" wailed Tagi Khan. "The purse was never his," asserted Ahmed, boldly displaying the disputed article and holding it high. "It is a most precious heirloom bequeathed to me by my late father--may his soul dwell in Paradise!" "A lie!" exclaimed the other. "The truth!" insisted Ahmed. "A lie] A lie! A lie!" the merchant's voice rose a hectic octave. "Softly, softly!" came the Captain's warning; and he went on: "There is but one way to decide this matter. Whoever owns this purse knows its contents." "A wise man!" commented crowd. "As wise as Solomon, the King of the Jews!" Unblushingly, the Captain of the Watch accepted the flattery. He stuck out his great beard like a battering- ram; raised hairy, high-veined hands. "Wise indeed am I!" he admitted calmly. "And now--my Tagi Khan-- since you claim this purse, suppose you tell me what its contents are gid "Gladly! Readily! Easily!" came the merchant's triumphant. reply. "My purse holds three golden tomans from Persia, one chipped at the edge; a bright, carved silver medjidieh from the ! Stambul; eighteen various gold pieces from Bokhara, Khiva, and Samarkand; a shoe-shaped candareen from far Pe- 1 kin; and a handful of small coins from the lands of the Franks--cursed be all | unbelievers] Give me the purse! It is { mine!" "One moment," said the Captain. { He turned to Ahmed. "And what do you claim the purse to contain?" "Why--"' laughed the Thief of Bag- dad--*"it contains nothing at all, O Great Lord! And--" opening the purse | and turning it inside out--"here is the Proof!" But he kept his right leg very quiet to keep the stolen money, which he had plopped into his baggy breech- es, from rattling against the rest of his loot and thus giving him away. Laughter, then, from the crowd. Riotous, exaggerated, falsetto Orien- tal laugher--presently. topped by the Captain's words: "You spoke the truth, young man!" He winked at Ahmed shamelessly and brazenly. For a year or two ear- lier he had borrowed a sum of money month, had paid high interest and substantial instalments without, thanks to. the ocher's miraculous calculations, being ever able to diminish the princi- pal. He addressed the merchant with crushing, chilly words: "Consider, O Wart, that the Pro- phet Mohammed--on Him the bless- ings and the peacel--recommended honesty as a charming and worth- while virtue! No--no . . . " as Tagi Khan was about to break into a flood of bitter protestations--*consider, fur. thermore, that the tongue is the enemy of the neck!" (To Be Continued.) A would-be bridegroom from Cen- tral Europe, applied to Magistrate F. Richards in Winnipeg for a "tem- porary marriage' license, ~~ Figured in Historic Sod Turning Tha antique looking wheelbarrow and spade do not appéar capable of very he half a century e ceremo the construction of the Canada Central Following the ceremony, the spade with efty service now, but near] of a very important event -- the wheel-bafrow into which it wis enthusiastic 'crowd, were Prsen passed into the hands of the took over the C of relics conn in Montreal. So much for the actual ceremony. September 8rd 1875 says: "The 1 bly then adj that had been specially erected for the occasion, ed for had been provi the of previously agreed upon, 4 The committee; but a hi paren i dri cha than y more intent on took some Reeve of the tha lady wh BE tas eal ming Ww) of he rond 12d Sheltaning fs vith & borde of i tly anadian P Central lines in 1881, and will be the early days of app: nking champagne toasts, possession of the tables, and the regular order had Jobe abandoned. 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