The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-12-12
HARoUN ALRAsoHID AT 1T AGAIN.
A Story of One Night Which Was Not All
Arabian.

Arabian.
''Giafar, old man." said the caliph Haroun
Alraschid to his grand yizer 'you seem nervous
and absentminded this evening What's the
trouble2'
20 Commander of the Faithful" said Giafar,
have "a headache"
That's ouly natural" said the caliph, ''after
sitting all day listening to my mighty judgments.
But can fix you all right"
vizer
Il mean that you and 1 will 60 off on one of
our little nocturnal expeditions tonight We
will paint Bagdad red"
But your wife, said Giafar.
That's all right" chuckled the caliph "She's
gone to see her sick mother and won't be home
until after midnight. Ever since the time
came home and tried to unlock the door with nay
sceptre she has refused to take any stock in the
theory thar my frequent absences at night were
for the purpose OF studying the social condition
of my people, with view to reforming abuses
and all that sort of thing But she's out of the
way now, and we'll have more fun than you can
shake stick at" and Harouu Alraschid capered
gleefully around the room.
well, it's really too bad, your nibs," said
Giafar, ''but Pm afraid you'll have to excuse me.
My head Is getting worse every minute"
Il won't insist, then" said the calph. with
surprised look. ''You can stay at home if you
want to, but Pm going, all the same. I'll take
Mesrour along for company By the way I've
got to think up new disguise. That merchant
of Maussol costume is getting worn out have
1t! Eli disguise myself as a stranded tragediau.
and MesroCr shall do the same. There are lots
of them in the city now for walking has been
unusually good tor the past month. Well, so
long Giafar. See you in the morning. Take
care of shat headP and thrilling blithesome lay
the monarch glided from the room
ut was q narrow escape" murmured the
viZier, wiping the perspiration from his brow.
"And now to get on my swallow-tail coat and
patent-leathers as quickly as possible, for It's
getting late, and it won't do to disapooint her."
Half an hour later the Commander OF the
Faithful left the palace, accompanied by Mesrour,
both arrayed as tragedians in distressed circum-
stances.
See, Mesrour." cried Haroun, as they passed
the Bagdad Theater. they are playing 'Haz Ell
Krke' here. used to see the piece when was
child. Let US go in. We will be in time for the
last act They will pass us, believing us to be
PROFESSIONALS
They succeeded in gaining admission and were
ushered to two seats in the orchestra But
scarcely had they taken their places when the
caliph exclaimed:
"Mesrour, do you see who is sitting on the
row in front of US on the other side of the
asle2'
Mesrour glanced a. tho spot indicated, and saw
the caliph's consort and Gaifar.
"This accounts for the sudden illness of her
mother and for Giafars headache" Kissed
Haroun Alraschid. Then rising in his seat, he
exclaimed in a loud voice:
Il am sorry to interrupt the performance, but
if there is professional headsman present, will
he kindly come this wayl have little bust
ness for him. My name is II. Alraschidn
A well-known headsman stepped brisky for
ward scmtar in hand Giafar fell upon his
knees and howled for mercy
MAIN me for life. can't you, and call it
eyenqr he pleaded.
In another instant the smiling executoner has
accomplished his work
AS for Mrs. Alraschid fate worse than death
awaited her She was banished to Philadelphia,
Pa, for life.