The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-01-04

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not ug-ugly myself. | tell you -hic-- ny
frienda. have the hand-handsonaes nose
in the world Sees There Is no nose so
firm In outline, so del-delicately tapered.
so overwhelm-overwhel1nipgly impress
i've as mine. See? Now, say, do you
seer hic.
BY this time the palace was in an up
roar. twas bad enough that Hamassar
was drunk, but the guests realized with
horror that in his boastfulness their host
had placed his head in peril. The en-
perors decree made his speech a capital
offense. and SO open defiance of the
law could not be overlooked.
Cared for BY servants, Hamassar was
led away to his sleeping apartments, and
the guests dispersed In groups they
sauntered through the grounds, inhaling
the cooling breeze which wandered down
from the mountains. The moon in all
her glory shed soft radiance over the
sleeping city and helped to quiet the ex-
cited mood of Ha1nassars friends. An
hour later the city was wide awake dis
cussing the details Of Hamassar's folly.
and wondering what would be the OUT
come of it all.
Ratnek, after seeing that Hamassar
was safely guarded, hurried to the palace
Of the emperor, craved admission to his
lord, and related to the startled king the
story of the night. The emperor could
not believe his ears. Hamassar, noted for
humility, had boosted in public5 1t could
not be- There must be some mistake.
But other guests, near to the king in
rank, had followed Ramek to the palace
and confirmed his tale
Let not the princess know of this till
morning." said the broken hearted king
to his attendants. "You tell me, Ramek.
that Hamassar's house is surrounded by
a guardr
1t is. my king"
AT daylight. then, see to it that he is
taken tothe prison. And let every guest
at this most dreary feast hold himself in
readiness to testify before me. Now
leave me to my Sleep
But sleep came not to the king, and in
the morning his face hNl aged ton years.
One man, however, looked younger
than his won't as the sun came up and
threw the gaunt shadow of Ramek across
the pavement Of the prison ward He
had grown youthful by degrees as he
saw Hamassar still dull from the fumes
of wine dragged from his bed and hauled
through the streets to cell His face
had grown fuller every moment as he
paced the courtyard and reflected on the
plight of his ruined rival.
Surely, he soliloquized, there is no
escape for this drunken braggart The
emperor cannot afford to let his law be
trampled on by one SO high in place.
Well have my plans turned out. Ha-
massar was an easier victim than | had
hoped to find him. knew not that
drugged wine would SO quickly turn q
wise and modest man into boastful
fool But enough of this. must go
home and rest
When Harnassar regained his senses
ne looked about him in surprise. His
head ached. his face was pale and be-
meath his eyes dark shadows lay. Even
his handsome nose was redder than
should be the model for the world.
Where am II" be exclaimed. In his
mind was confused image Of BAN
quet hall and dancing lights and strains
of merry music to which familiar faces
seemed to nod in time
In prison, sir. negro said. coming
to his couch.
"In prison? What mean you, slave2 /,
Harnassar, confined in a cell? 1t cannot
be. dream.
He lay back upon the couch and slept
again.