The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-09-20

turkish bath, and, finding no one there.
seized the favorable opportunity end hc.
gan to sing. AS his voice was very shrilI
and the vacancy of the bath added TO its
effect, sound that echoed and re-eehoed
was the result. At this exhibition of his
voice Nasartfn became very much pleaae,I
with himself, and said: II really had no
IDEA that my voice had been so highly
cultivated" As soon therefore, as he
finished his bath he rushed out, and. 90
ing to the tower of the mosque, began to
exhibit his new-found accomplishment by
repeating Mohammed's prayer. But the
Muezzin startled by this unexpected ana
inharmonious voice, seized stick. and.
rushing after him to the tower began
TO beat him vigorously, saying: "Be quiet.
you donkey! What are you shouting iike
TINS for? What an inharmonious voice
you havev'
Then Nasartin fell to weeping loudlv
and said; isn't there a merciful man
anywhere who will build Turkish bath
on top OF this tower wherein ! can sing.
so that this evil man will be forced to
appreciate my fine voice?"
The lesson this teaches Is that sur
roundings do not of necessity maks
ability.
One day Nasartin entered a watermelou
field and began picking every melon THAI
came In his way. While thus engaged.
IN picking and putting them in his bag.
the gardener spied him, and, rushing 10
him, took him roughly by the neck, say
ing: What business have you here,
MANI"
Then Nasartin, surprised and uncertain
what answer It was best to make, began
hesitatingly to say: my son-the other
day-there was such a great storm--do
you know" and the gardener without
releasing his hold, said "Well, what or
it?' Then Nasartin continued: ut was
ato haf ftrNf...
is all right enough" said the gardener,
''but who picked these meons?"
And Nasartin, still casting about for %
suitable reply, answered: at was because
the storm was so strong, l was obliged
to hold TO anything that came In my way,
and these melons could not resist the
force. ''All right again." said the gar
dener; but who threw them into this
bag?' This was too much for Nasartins
logic, and he could not think of anything
else to say, excepting: "Well, / was Just
thinking about that point myself when you
interrupted me-" This pleased the gar
dener so much that that he released his
hold, and Nasartin pursued his reflections
unmolested.
Nasartin's wife often complained to her
husband, saying: Its a shame that you
have never given me picnic near a river
on the green grass. / have never had
anything that bore heavy on your shoul-
ders" Chat is anything that was a cost
or burden to him.
Upon hearing this. one day Nasartin
took his wife upon his back. and, carry
ing her into the garden, set her down
near large tub Of water.
There" he said, you unappreciative
womani Sit by this tub Of water on tho
green grass, and have all the fun Won
want, and hereafter never complain thar
you have never had any fun that bore
heavy on my shoulders"
one day while Nasartin was wanderino
around In the fields. he came across 4.
woman hanging from the branch of a
tree. Seeing this, he ran to get a saw
and began eagerly TO cut few branches
from the same tree. Some OF his friends
finding aim doing this, asked what he was
going to - with the branches, to which
he answered: 1T looks as though women
like to hang themselves from this kind oe
tree. For this reason / am going u.
graft the tree In my garden, SO Il WY
be convenient for my wife"
AT the Wrong Place --s'Who was thai