Connecticut western news., 1894-02-15

pasha of Meldon-the papers outlining your campaign. You can say you lost them. They will not precipitate any dangers to your forces, and want them. These gems represent the dover of a princess. Give me those papers, and the jewels are yours!
 Il cannot attempt description of the sweet caresses she bestowed upon me, of the ease with which she initiated the woman dearer to me than all else in life, nor of the hurried, reckless review 1 made of my chances of rise in the army of the sultan, of my long life of drudgery in battles harness, with the small income it afforded. But these thoughts all went through my mind like flash. and beside myself with fascina- ton and with the erring am bitlon to ac- quire riches 1 delivered into her jew eled hand the papers was to convey to Meldon Pasha and received in exchange
 the bag of amethysts.
 "A moment later the Arabian charger dashed onto the plain. and she was gone.
 No sooner was she out of sight than 1 realized my blunder and repented it sorely, but 1 clutched the bag of pre- cious stones and hurried back to my tent
 placed them under my pillow and lay sleeping upon them until morning.
 When it was light, arose and se- cured the flap of my tent so the sentry could not peer in. and eagerly opened the bag of amethysts-the price of my honor.
 "Imagine my eonsternationl They were as white as glass and as lusterless!
 Quickly l called my body servant.
 who chanced to be Moor. and show
 ing him the bag of gems watched for his chocolate face to distort with amaze ment. But he looked at the pebbles and then at me.
 "'Well, pasha?' he said solemnly. "'Well, replied, are they not gor- geous?' For believed my sight had failed me or that had become color blind
 "'Where did the pasha get these?
 be inquired, looking as indifferent as a man could.
 "'Never mind. What are they worthf' asked, almost holding my breath in expectancy.
 Nothing, was his laconic reply. :" 'Nothingr l exclaimed, rising to
 chastise him.
 - Nothing, pasha. They are jebbels, as we call them, and are collected by our children to use as play money. In the night under light they take on the color and brilliancy of the amethyst. can take you over miles of road in Mcr- occo where they are so abundant that
 in the night you would believe yourself riding over a path of precious gems. Somebody has fooled the great pasha. he concluded, with grin. Fooled! In 80 minutes l had my
 ourtriders in pursuit of woman on a white Arabian. In an hour l had all
 my troops moving. By night l had an engagement with the Moors, routed them and took my fair enchantress prisoner. My papers secured, pushed on and relieved Meldon gPasha. That is the story of my gems. And what became of the pretty wo- man, general?" asked Verna. She was killed by sword thrust while trying to escape. And what's the moral, general? asked another.
 Yield not to persuasive temptation
 and judge of all things by daylight. And as the ladies sighed over the epi- | sode one toyed with the decorations on the scarlet coat, one dallied with the empty sleeve, another lighted a ciga. | rette for tho aged pasha and all listened | to the plaintive song of the gondoliers, ! as the m ellow moon-the maker of gems
 from jebbels--rose higher and higher into the studded belfry of the night l Exchange.