The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1894-04-17

piece of fesh TO my mouth. Bite. BY
the prophets mule, never hast thou had
such "a sweet morsel under thy tongue.
Thou wilt notp he exclaimed as | drew
back 10 disgust. Then is thy belly likely
20 cry out ere thou hast more to offer It.
Come We hither," be called 10 Tabal and
Ahmed, who were little distance off.
"Come ye hither and bite. Hal ye know
how TO drive the fangs," as they nompliei,
"What aileth the other dogi"
Defeat lieth heavy on his stomach Su-
lehman" put in one of his comrades, with
laugh.
'Perchance, ADD el Mahsin," returned
Suleiman. Nevertheless the rogue shall
eat. 1t is my humor.- Per1ition TO him,
what is he that he should cross my purposeg
Come near, thou dog and bite" he added,
addressing me- bite, or by our holy re-
ligion will crush il down thy throat with
the shaft of my spear. Nay, may even
widen the passage with the point"
"My lord, replied in my humblest and
most respectful manner, II have already
eaten and have no appetite"
mo appetite for such as that, thou mon
Rrel curl Thy vile stomach 'knoweth not
what is good. Had | eaten 2-year-old
camel, yet would find appetite for such
sweet bread as that. say to thee, stick
thy teeth in it,"
might have persisted in my refusal, for
the look Of the thing sickened me, but Just
then my eye caught Tabals, which gave
me hasty but earnest admonition. So
bit at the outer edge where the meat was
best done.
"A dainty bite, by my saber hilt," cried
Suleiman. Twas but pretense Open
thy jaws and try again, as thou valuest thy
welfare. That is better. So, so, he laughed
Now thou shalt drink, my merry one. To
morrow morning may find it in my heart
to give thee TO the sun 20 roast and the vul-
lures TO eat, but today thou shalt fare az il
thou vert a brother. Take that" and he
held up a goblet of coffee. IF thou say
not it is the rarest mocha, will tell thee
to thy pretty face thou art scandalous
liar.n
drank, and the coffee was good, so good
that my lips smacked Of their own accord
"Ha, hal my gazelle hath the right taste
In his mouth yet" cried Suleiman. THAT
is from the store Of our beloved friend and
brother Amood Sim. Thou mayest have
heard of him. lie is an unfortunate son
of lshmael, but right good Judge of cof
fee. Yet is il not better than his sherbet,
which delighteth the soul as the smile Of
the houris2 Amood Sim is a man of un-
derstanding lie goeth forth to battle and
leaveth his good things to the needy. My
blessings on him. May the holy prophet
give him the bliss of paradise a
draft of sherbet. 1T grieveth my heart
to think that Yumen Yusel and that devil
on the black horse. will be drinking his
wine and dividing his wives so soon. Take
n cup of his sherbet, my gazelle. Hat that
is good. Thou smackest thy lips again.
Now thou shalt have another bite" and,
the tongue having by this time disap.
peared. he seized the carcass and tore a
hind leg Off. he held it toward me, and l.,
remembering Tabals admonishing look,
made n feint of biting greedily.
NAY, not ALL BY my faith, not allp'
cried Suleiman. "Abd ell Mahsn, seest
thou this2 lie who a moment ago would
not put tooth on a tongue is now ready TO
devour an entire limb. lie will be asking
for whole carcass next. Yet he shall eat:
yea, eat and drink, turning TO me again.
"Yonder is the desert that will bring my
gay ones sides together In emptiness"
Continued Tomorrow