The Arizona sentinel., 1886-02-20

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 "Art hurt, motherP'' he asked, kind
 ly, stepping to raise the decrepit crea
 ture from the earth.
 Help me to the sea-" she answered
 'I have boat there and shall not feal then. Thank you, you are very kind. ,
 They walked down to the shore to- gether, where Mahmoud found boat under clump of palms. He was go ing to assist her to unmOor it, but she stepped into the water and all at once he became conscious oi great change in his com paniOn. A bright light shone all about him; at first he thought it was the moon rising whose beams kindled such an illumination. But in a moment he knew it was not that Be- fore him he saw, not a wretchedly dressed, feeble old woman, but superb ly beautiful maiden, clad in diaphanous robes, who seemed to float upon the waves. The bright light was the ra- diance emanating from her crown.
 ''Mahmoud, son of Ali," she said, in sweet voice, ''know that am Danea, the fairy of the sea. You have done me great service. I have long been cognizant of thy industry and the care thou hast shown thy aged parents. Thy good qualities as well as thy gen. erous deed tonight deserve reward. | Come down with me beneath the sea, where the splendor of my home will dazzle thee and there will be no labor for thy hands to-do. Wilt thou come?"
 Now Mahmoud was like many other young people, easily led astray, if only the right temptation was placed before him. The reason why he had been so steady before was because he had never been subjected to that temptation to which he was most susceptible. He should have answered mo" at once, but he dilly- dallied, muttered something about his parents anxiety at his absence and how they depended on him for their daily food.
 May, they will not suffer-" said the fairy. ''Thou shalt return in three days if thou wilt Only come with me now and behold the splendors of my king dom."
 He turned to look for the towers of Bassorah, hoping to see the roof of his little cottage, but the palm trees stood between with their waving branches. The fairy stood waiting, her beautiful eyes beseeching him, her white arms beckoning him. He could not resist the spell. ''I will go with thee," he said, casting his fears behind him.
 So the fairy took his hand, and strik- ing the waves with her wand, they both sank far below. What a broad, roomy i. kingdom it was in the bottom of the sea among the corals and waving grasses and glistening pearls! A new world of marvel and delight was opened to the eyes of the wondering fisherman. He was surrounded by paradise of de- lights. Grottos of surpassing beauty and extent were filled with every splen- dor that could tempt the senses. The most ravishing music arose from un- seen orchestras. The most delicious viands were placed before him at every meal. His couch was of purple-colored sponges decorated with the finest sea- weeds. Maidens of incomparable love- Illness performed the commands of their queen and waited upon his every wish. No king in all the world could have been served more sumptuously.
 Two days passed in this manner, and Mahmoud began to think of home He knew his old father and mother were grieving at his absence, and his heart misgave him. On the third day he so- licited leave of the fairy to depart from her dominions and return to his old em- ployment at Bassorah.
 She drowned little at his evident weariness of her hospitality. ''Mor- tal,'' she said, ''thou art foolish to wish to return to earth again and to your daily labor, but your desire shall be gratifedr'
 At parting she put into his hands golden casket and key.
 ''Take this" she said, ''as the gift of the fair Danea, but never open it, beg you, for your life, till the very worst happens. The consequences will be graver than you think if you disobey me. Mahmoud, son of Ali, you are on the waters before Bassorah again."
 He looked around him, and saw that he was in boat not far from the shore The lights of Bassorah twinkled among the palm and citron groves. Silently he rowed ashore and sought to find his humble stall, which he had left three days before. To his surprise he found the site occupied by magnificent palace. Determined to learn who had thus tres passed upon his property, he knocked loudly at the gate. Before any of the servants appeared in response to the summons, night watchman came along, and demanded to know why he made so great disturbance.
 'I would like to know why this pal ace has been built on my land!''
 ''Who are you?" asked the aston ished guard.
 ''Mahmoud Ben Ali. Three days ago I left my shop standing on this very ground. Now this palace stands here, and my shop has been demolished"
 "Verily, you are mad," exclaimed the officer. "This palace has stood here more than fifty years. You must go before the cadi, if you persist in telling a story like this"
 In the presence of that officer he told the same story, but, of course, no one believed him.
 'I will have my rights!" cried Nah mould, 'I will appeal to Suliman, the Caliph.
 "Why, man, you are stark crazy. Almanin, son of the great Haroun, is the Caliph now. Suliman has been dead three hundred years, and there is a new dynasty.
 'tAnd know you not Ali, the son of Hassan, the son of Abbas, the fisher man, who dwells near by the house of Merwan the scribeP" asked Mahmoud.
 The cadi looked curiously at the as- sembled spectators, but said nothing
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