The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1868-05-13

TIC young hunter thanked the lad
and returned to Krouj happy an
proud of his hunting expedition. Th
golden fleece, suspended on the wall
lighted up the whole room. Me-
focked from al parts of the provine
to admire it. Stoian was proclaimet
king of the mountain, like his fathe
before him; and all the lyoung girl
smiled on him as he passed by.
+ At this time the Turk-whom Coz
confoune WAS master of Seryia.-
Reschid, the Pacha Of Belgrade, wa
ex-janizary, who, perhaps, had beer
brave in his day; bat he was nov
nothing but a selfish and coarse ole
man, who passed his life in drinking
smoking, and sleeping. To aid hin
in governing people whose language
religion, and customs he despised, b,
had by his side renegade from non
knew where, one..ofs those imiscreant:
without faith or law, who lived by ra-
pine alone. Yacoub-for snch was the
name of this honest man-had low
brow, weasel eyes, nose hooked like
the beak of an eagle, and ten fingers
more hooked than hiss nose. OF all
the words in the language, the one that
he knew best was take which he con-
jugated at all times and in all ways
As to the word restore. he was igno
rant of it. May Eblis teach it to him
eternally ln.the internal abode.
There is a common proverb that a
Turk makes mere havoc than ten
wolves, and that, in this respect, rem
egade is equal to ten Turks-Yacoub
die not, belle the proverb. One day
when Reschld went to Koujevatz en- a
hunting expidition, Yacoub, accordin 9
to ecustom, set about collecting takes
for his own profit. To do him justice,
he did give some portion to his master,
who gave none to the Sultan.
On entering Steiau's house the rem
egade's eyes were ,dazzled by the gold
en- fleece. His eyes sparkled with
greed, and his hands cleuched conyul-
sively. ....,-.r
"My son." said he to the hunter,
"this is beautiful thing. The Pacha
should know all the beasts of the for
est; carry him the fleece of this ram.
1t belongs to him.
"The fleece is mine," answered Sto
ian 81 shall give it to no one
"Who speeks to thee about giving p
rejoined the renegade. "With the
great of the earth every gift is an ex-
change. The Paeha, thy master and
mine, is to generous to remain under
obligations to raya."
~ do not wish to sell my property,
but to keep it, replied Stoian.
"Weigh thy words, young man. %
said the renegade, trowning. pride
brings misfortune, and the Pacha's arm
is long. 1 wish this fleece; 1 must
have it."
For his sole rnswer Stoian took down
his carabine and showed the renegade
the door. .ai
RESTRAIN thy anger. my son." said
Yacoub, making his WY out as fast as
possible. "The daY may come when
thou wilt regret no having followed my
COUNSEL" sa 1lzr
On his return to the palace the rem
gade found Reschid draining glass after
glass of the white wine of Semendria
: taste this wine," said he to Yo-
coub, sit is Tokay Should the cadis
try it they would exchange their whole
Koran for bottle" ' .o-'a
"It is excellent" answered the rene
eale, but it is not equal to the white
wine that 1 drank at Smyrna. 1t is true
that the Pacha there possesses vine
that besrs grapes which have noequal.,
He is happy man." said Reschid
getting druuker every moment.
aWhat hinders you frcm being as
apry as he 7" asked Yacoub. "Thert
is in this country q certain Stoian, 9
kind of sorcerer, who, in a week could
plant you vine and give you grapes
like his But he might lut on some
airs about it. - E5'isais.i'
"Airs!" said the Turk, Struggling 9
his shoulders; .send him january
and tell him that if in a week / do not
have vine and grapes as good as those
of Smyrna, l will cut off his head"
"Tbat's an argument which admits
OF no answer, cried Yacoub, laug hing
heartily /; and adding between his teeth
1.-THE golden fleece is mine"
On receiving this sad news Stoian
burst into tears. "Alas, mother we are
lest !" he exclaimed. E
"My son. answered his poor moth
er, "did 1 not tell the that this cara
bine would cost thee thy life, as it did
that of thy fatherp
The young man rushed from the cot
tage in despair, and wandered hither
Al .sI eI1 a
the foot of the mountain a young girl
passed him "Brother, why dost thou
weep 2"' said she. 81
"God help thee, thou canst do moth
ing to aid me in my trouble J" he ans
wered. ..a 5e.
"How canst, thou tell" said she
we never know our friends till We have
tried them u
The hunter raised his head, and re-
cognized the fairy. He threw him
self weeping into her arms, and tolc
her all the wickedness of Yacoub anC
folly of the Pasha. ''1a s
s'Is that all ?" said the fairy. "Cuur
age, brother I am with you Go tt
the Pasha, and ask him where he wish
es the vine planted and tell him to dis
the trenches Then take a sprig o
basil, plant it at the spot, and sleel
quietly in the new garden. Within ;
week you will gather ripe grapes"
Stoian did all that the Villa com
mande1 him. On the same day h
planted the sprig Of basil but he ha'
little prom;sas of the fairy, and went t
sleep with heavy heart. He wok
before the sun, aud ran to look in tn
trenches. the shoots were alre adv be-