The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-11-10

l nm EIlenQl saw that something must DC done. He might change his baker. Bu'
 this means of relief had already beer
 resorted to, and the poor clerks favor l ite nightmare was q vision of the mar | who had formerly enjoyed the privilege | of supplying him with bread coming forward at some peculiarly embarrass- ing time and place to create scene by his bawling. Turks loathe scenes. Sc Selim felt hard up for cash. Then he bethought of his old friend Yusef Bey, the sub chief of the land office,
 Yusuf Bey was best seen for private affairs at his house, in the morning,
 when he was still comfortably lounging,
 berefooted and bare-armed in his white
 cotton underclothing and the figured
 chntz robe known in Turkey as a
 nightdress. In this airy attire he re- ceived Selim Effendi with the cordiality
 shown by man who has seen life to one who has helped him see 1t. He
 winced a little on noting the solemnity
 with which, in answer to his inquiry,
 Selim Effendi said: T am well; to God be the glory for by such slight to-
 kens the Turkish official foresees the purpose of Q private call in the morning.
 So he skilfully thrust the conversation
 into distant political channels, whence
 his visitor would find 1t hard to return
 in any short time to questions of more
 limited interest. They discussed the
 Russian indemnity; the new grand vii
 zier's low origin, and the words which
 cook no dinners" wherewith in Egypt
 England was showing friendship to Turkey. Then Yusuf Bey thoughtlessly
 described a most delightful bake of red mullet in oil, to which his cook had
 introduced him a day or two before. This was Selim Effendis opportunity:
 "Ah, Yusuf Bey, my lamb!" said he. You will understand my sufferings as you speak, when you learn that for months I have not so much as seen the bloom of red mullet on my table. The grocer and the baker leave me no chance to say aught to butcher or fish monger. The pressure which my baker puts upon me would squeeze juice out of a rock. And my children! They are ragged as Lazarus the Jew Every night I take refuge in the coffee shop from their clamor for clothes
 Keep up your courage, Seim. owever high mountain Is, be sure that its pass can be found Of course, hap py candidates eke out your salary?"
 "Yes, but some misbegotten wretch has appointed that beggar Sami Effen- di supernumerary under my desk He takes part. You can make the pass over my mountain of poverty. Have pity on me- Yusuf Bey! I will kiss your feet! Lend me three pounds and you will raise me from the dead. It is No- vember, and there are still wood and coal and other necessarles to be provi- ded for my children. Be kind to me! I will make many, many prayers for you" stt,sf,t
 Do you not suppose that I, too, know the bitterness of such condition as yours? But in these days salary does not come out of the treasury more than twice in the year
 "Ahl but in the land office there Is always money. Be merciful to me. Ar ter God you are my only hope! In six months l will have money coming to me, and your loan will be the first thing to be paid I will never forget your benefits. will pray God daily to give you great opportunities.
 See here, my friend do not break my heart with entreaty. A mans flesh cannot be eaten, his skin cannot be made into leather, and what is he good for if not to help, his fellows? Come back tomorrow morning, and we will see what can be done"
 The next morning Selim Effendl ap- peared at Yusuf Beys house again, and was received with solemn courtesy. The two men smoked cigarettes and slipped black coffee while the conversa- tion rolled easily from politics to the latest palace scandals, and from scan- dals to the appointments gazetted in the said:
 Yesterday you were good enough to give me hope. If I have found favor
 "Yes, yes" interrupted Yusuf Bey, your children are in need, and you want three pounds, which you will re- pay in six months If there Is any there I will lend 1t to you Just turn up the end of the cushion on which you are and see if there is anything the:e."
 Selim Effendi lifted the end of the sofa cushion, and behold, on the mat ting under it lay three shining pieces of gold! With a quick clutch he thrust them into his pocket, saying: 70 my You have extended my days! Day and night I shall pray God to reward you thousandfod.'
 He made plunge at the skirt of Yu- suf Beys robe to kiss it. Yusul Bey tried to draw away the robe, and so Se- i'm Effendi got hold of his hand and pressed 1t to his lips and to his fore head with appearance of great emotion. For Selim was punctilious in outward | practice of decorum. Then, saying: | May God be content with you! May l Sod give you all success!" he went | away.
 It chanced to be characteristic of Se- | i'm Effendi that his praiseworthy emo- | ions often Jagged behind the mental l effort to express them in response to | some twinge of conscience. Such | habit makes well balanced course in | fife far more easy than where the emo- | ion comes first and forces the outburst l # hot words and perhaps of nasty &C., ion which reveals it. But it had with l 'elim the curious result that to express good intention carried with it glow If self recommendation. This in turn made the effort to express the intention l II vigorous words vaguely impress his | hind like labor to execute it. After an