The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-05-15

eAon6 Soesn4eiveA The reason will ap-
pear IN ihe sequel He lived In q low
house OF one story. with . door in the
MIDDLE. and window on each side. q
| TYPICAL Welsh cottage. with matched
| Iool, ana the roof drawn down over the
| taoaes. also In peculiarly Welsh style
ne 0ad his yard and workshop behind
tne house In front waa bit Of garden.
| OF Wnicn ne took great care. and which
| vas bright with flowers nom earliest
| spring 10 latest fall.
1 =. Aaron" the squire's wife would say,
bloom before minet'
| NY lady," he would reply. II hold they
ake the smell Of the wood"
Aaron was In fact his Christian name.
The reason Why. in the rectory and in the
han, he was called Haroun was this:
Many years ago q copy Of the
| ARABIAN NtEhts' Was given to the
| lending library OF the village. and was
| .sksn OWL ~ Aaron Price. the carpenter.
He had not read three pages before his
mind was In the grip OF the narrator. He
read. ne aid not sleep. he did not work, or
worked badly. he went to church, but did
not pray-his mind had been carried up
ana away from xhe present. away from the
sreen welsh valley tn which he lived.
away over the russell mountains to the
| gorgeous East. and to the times when
| gtnns were all powerful unless controlled
py Solomon's seal. and magicians were al
| common - blackberries and a. mischisy-
| Gus as kittens.
Aaron very nearly fen into disrepute as
/ q carpenter on account Of that book. 90
badly was hts work done when under the
spell But he rallied. He became active.
INDUSTRIOUS. Ektilful once more. yet never,
l thenceforth. was tho, witchery OF the
Arabian Nights or his mind He had
| no rest to his soul tin he had purchased a
I copy Tor himself, and from that precious
| volume he read daily. He never wearied
| or 1t. he never wanted another book
| Lord. sir! Il Is meat and drink to mes
he said once when questioned about it. He
| was advised to give 1t up. 'T copldn't do
/ It. was his reply. "Besides-what would
be the good? It's In me. all over me. in
| every nber. ! know It from one cover 10
the other"
Then why not part with tiff so ia
I miliarf'
why don't you part with your wife be-
cause you know her face and voice and
| thoughts7 I couldn't do t. love the
book because % familiar TO me-every tale.
| every word"
One day a note from the hail told the
rector that the sources had got a real
treat tor Haroun. She was going to give
| CENT"
Tho rector laid down hi. daily paper
took his hat and stick. and pushed down
to the hall at once.
MY dear lady! I implore you do moth
ing Of the kind. Give him q book on prac-
teal carpentering or q dictionary on gar
dening. But another book Of ginns and
I necromancers win turn poor Haroun mad
| altogether"
Now and then, on q Sunday evening. the
rector would say to his wife, Look here.
Rosie, could read Haroun's mind today
- he sat under the pulpit. a. though it
| were book In large primer type. open
before me. He was very attentive when I
/ began lily sermon. and he followed me
| some way. but by degrees mis- eye became
| vacant, distracted, his expression Of face
/ altered. and knew that he was away with
| the TAree Calendars hearing why To-
beide whipped the hounds"
Harry" responded the rectoress. "you
/ have only yourself to blame Try 70 -
| more interesting when you preach
MY dear Rosie" exclaimed the parson.
II do my level best, but what pulpit dis
l course could ever compete with Sindbad's
l Voyages or Tho HrnchbackT"
The good lady sighed and said. What
/ ever win Haroun do for a wife? We have
l no Fatimas and Zobeides In this village
II wish With all my heart that Haroun
| would weave his own web of romance,
| fall In love. and-then ned forget the
Arabian Nights"
''In time this infatua.ion win wear off,"
II doubt It. This has now been going
| On for years. and that book only works its
| way deeper into his soul. Upon my word.
Rosie. believe the Bible interests him
only because Of the wonders that are
l in IT,"
''Then. my dear. am sure ron Judge
| him wrong. He il good man. and God
fearing"
l "Yes-but oh! SO faEtasticalr'
Aaron Price did not keep his treasury Of
| stories bottled up in his own breast. He
| was great at retailing them, but he trans
l ferred the scenery to Wales, translated
| Camaalzaman and Badoura into David
| Jones and Sheena Williams. located every
incident In some well-known SPOT. and
thoroughly bewildered hrs hearers. who
| could not make cut whether he was poking
! fun at them or narrating facts.
Perhaps the climax was reached when he
converted Ganem, the slave Of Love- into
the amiahle. somewhat corpuient and emf
| nently respectable squire. Sir John
Vaughan, at I.lanselyf. The whole tale
| was told with so much circumstance and
| such actually that next Sunday. when the
squire came to church, he found himself
the object of intense interest observation
and private whispering comment
II may be remembered that in the orig
inal tale Ganem was up . tree overhang-
| ing q cemetery when he saw some slaves
bury . chest. at the dead OF night In the
| earth. When they were gone he descend
| ed from the tree, dug down to and opened
| the chest. when he found Il contained a
| lady of Incompatible beauty who "as soon
| as she was released fin her confined sit
uation, and exposed to the open air. be-
l gan to sneeze and half opening her eyes
| and rubbing them, exclaimed, ''Zshoroo
| Bostan Glover OF the Garden). Schasron
| Marglan tBranch OF CoraD. Cassabos
| Souccar (Sugar-caBel, Nouronnihar udght
OF Day.. Nagmatos sohi tSiar OF the
| Morning., Nouzhe,os Zaman delight OF
the SEASON.. speak. where are you2''
/ This, as resated by the carpenter, took
| very local and personal complexion. The
| incident was transferred to tho church
| yard Of his own parish. and 10 a certain
| elm tree that grew there. IL was SIR Joha,
Vaughan who climbed the tree. and the
| lady when released from the box ex-
claimed. Mary Jones. my hoasemaid.
Flower OF the Garden. and you. Susannah
| Ress. scullery maid, Branch OF Coral. and
you also. Elisabeth Thomas. sweense maid
and Sugsr-cane: and you. Margaret Cole.
| she iady's maid. Light of Day. and under
| housenasd Joan. Star Of the Morning. ard
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