' "THE THIEF OF BAGDAD" j RY ACHMED ABDU) Based Fairbanks' Fantasy of the Arabian on Douglas Nights, by Ahmed had flown down from the sky, not far from an enormous defile. He had dismounted from his winged horse. i bi i "exclaimed. the Princess, cto Ey He is talking to the horse! And--look, look! The horse seems to reply!" "Impossible!" cried Zemzem. ay can im Ahmed talking to' the horse. the horse replying to Ahmed . . . ? Why--it sounds like a fairy tale. It cannot be." 2 But, Zemzem's doubt notwithstand- ing, it was. For as the ancient comments: : "When the impossible happens, it exists. A stone swims in the water, when eyes behold the fact of it. A mon key sings a Kashmiri love song, when cars hear the fact of it. Only idiots, old spinsters, cats, and earned professors contradict the testimony of their own five senses." ' Indeed, having reached the western end of the Valley of the Seven Tem- ptations, the horse had flown down to earth, and when Ahmed had dis- mounted had said to him, speaking in fair Arabic?' "] am, as you know, the Horse of Winged I tion. At this side of the 'valley tion ceases, and, 8 to the West, to Bagdad, be- the life and world of hard facts, yonder you have learned several lessons, overcoming Jour pride, A envy, your , and gaining fait in Allah and the Mohammed --on Him the salute! -- as well as re- ' sigmation to the sendings of Fate. You also two box and the cl Arab chronicle treasures, the silver oak of invisibility-- by the way, as you will jeasn presently, shields our soul from the infamaqus lies and envy and hate _of worthless people. I cannot carry you any farther. For I am wanted back yonder, near the shore of the Mid- night Ses, where another mortal is waiting for me "to help him back ac ross the abyss of black desires which, single-handed, even as sa Side de * conquered and crossed. kum!" Without waiting for the Thiet of Bagdad to reply, the Horse of Winged Imagination spread wide its splendid shining pinions, rose into the air in a graceful curve, turned East, and soon nothing but a tiny speck of silver a the vaulting purple of the ev- ening sky. The Thief of Bagdad was alone. - He felt conscious of a certain sharp clutch and lift at the heart; a certain fear; a certain nervous apprehension as to what the future might bring. These seven months he had liyed in a dim, motley, coiling world of wizardy where currents of primeval, cosmic carth life had tugged at his inmost self, changing portions of this self, changing his very soul--giving him a new soul. Now this new soul of Ah- med, the Thief of Bagdad, faced once niote the old facts of life; this new soul felt like an alieh amongst the old facts of live. He looked to the West. There leagues of beach wood pour- ed down the slope of the hills in an green foam, smothered farther down in an exuberance of blue and golden flowers. Beyond it stretched the des- ert; and across the desert cut a mar- row caravan trail--the road to Bag- d. Bagdad! Hundreds of miles away! With the thought came a sharp and bitter pain. Why--he said to himself-- it was near~the end of the seventh moon. Tomorrow was the last day. Had he then conquered himself only to lose what he loved most on earth: Zobeid? Yet, even with the pain gnawing at his heart and soul, he bowed his head in resignation to the decrees of Fate, and gave thanks to Allah: , - - "Say: He is the One God; God the Eternal | He beggeteth, not, nor is bes gotten. Nor is there one like unto Him! Verily I declare that He is the One God and that Mohammed is the Messenger of God!" Then he squared his shoulders. Hundreds of miles to Bagdad, across desert and forest and mountain and desert again, and only one day to cov. er the distance. It was impossible. But he must try: So he stepped out, into the world of facts, He put his feet an the road of life; life that, as he des- cended the slope of the hill, pulsed everywhere about him, imniense in power, moving swiftly surging close to his heels and hands and heart, striding behind him and before, urg- ing him on. On le walked through the night, hungry, tired, his feet sore and blead- ing, until very slowly the dawn of morning came with fantastic, purple spikes 'and the sun racing along the rim of the horizon in a sea of red and gold. Then, at the edge of the desert, he saw a great gate of horn and ivory athwart the trail. The gate opened, and from it came the hermit whom; seven months earlier, he had met after he had passed through the defile of 'the Hill of Eternal Fire, the Hill of Pride. y Ahmed was about to walk on with a curt: "Salaam pleykum!" But the hermit stopped him with a gesture of his thin, high-veined hands. "Why---Alimed!" he exclaimed, ra- Ather hurt. "1 am glad to see you! Glad that you mntade the wondrous journey in safety! Come--and swap the time of day with an old friend!" Ahmed shook his head. "I am'sorry," he replied. "But I am in a devilish hurry. I have only about twelve hours in which to walk nearly seven hundred miles. Besides, my feet burn like fire. Besidés, I am hungry enough to eat a stewed mule. Besides." "Besides you are a fool [" interrupt- ed the hermit. "Thanks for the compliment!" "No compliment intended. I am stating a fact. Thief of Bagda: d--aren't a mop "1 cannot w 8 - ed gg hermit, "that, during your for- enormous cataract of green and black THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG Toronto to spend Christmas with her sisters, the Misses Shannon. Miss Ward of Toronto is with her mother and sister, Paul street, for the holiday season. Mr. and Mrs. Stanford Warring- ton and smell son Teddy John, ac- companied by Miss Hewer, have ar rived- from Toronto to spend the Yuletide season with Mrs. War. rington's paremts, Mr. and Mrs. B. M. Young. Ross Farrell of Belleville is his sister Mrs. Ewart Jonés. Mr. and Mrs. Jones will accompany him back to Belleville for Christmas. Christmas in Wellington with the doctor's mother. KNITTED SUIT The kmitted sport suit is being ex- ploftéd in lahge checks plaids for Palm Beach wear. This one is in 'black, white and gray, and consists of two pleces, the jumper and skirt. The narrowest of belts are used for such outfits. » Fine School Concerts, Zealand, Dec. 23.--Very cold wea. ther prevailed this last week. The school children held their annual concert on the 22nd. Much credit is due Miss Hart, teacher, and the parents for it being a decided suc-'| cess. Miss Rutherford, teacher of school No. 6, and Miss HEM will have a concert on Tuesday, Dee. 23rd, for the purpose of getting hot lunchés for the children. Misses Myrtle and Lillian Garrett, Mildred Conboy, Edna Greer, Jean McDonell, Jean Hannah, Idelle Benedic are home from Perth Collegiate for the Christmas holidays. Mr. and Mrs Emory Dodd have moved to their home at Sydenham, A number from here attended the Ferguson-Crane wedding. Very Heavy Frost. Desert Lake, Dec. 22.--The very cold weather reached some cellars and frozé potatoes. Thomas Grant has shut down the shanty till after Christmas. The concert at the Wil- son school was a grand success. J. 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