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

linn Effendi was still hard up for cash
 and the loan was still unpaid. By fore.
 sight and alertness he succeeded ir
 avoiding his friend. Then he met him
 unexpectedly face to face Yusuf Bey | was cordial as usual and said nothing
 about money. They met several times
 in the same friendly way. Little by lit tie Selim learned to say to himself:
 This man has so much money that he
 does not know what he had two years
 ago Why should I remember what he
 has forgotten? What God has put in
 my way I must accept with thanksgiv-
 ing. I ate it up, and it is gone. That is the end of it.
 In 1894 great earthquake shook to it's foundations the lazy old city of Con- stantinople. It cracked the walls of I houses and brought down about the ears of the shopkeepers in the bazaars l huge masses of antique masonry, to say l nothing of the stones from lofty cor | nlces or from swaying minarets which it hurled at the heads of passers in the streets. During a terrible two weeks | people lived in tents pitched In gardens or in public squares After the earth ceased it's carocoling and the dead were buried, the living began to venture back to their houses and learned the extent of the calamity. Selm Effendi found that chimney had crashed through the roof of his house, and that every east and west wall in the upper story was so cracked as to shed much of its plaster ing.
 The family swept out the crumbled itn,r1 t,,a i,, +11e ,r r. tered rooms, while Selim was haggling with the officers in charge of the relief fund as to the percentage which he ought to pay them for inscription on the roll of the sufferers. Then the Septem- Der rain storm came pouring through the gap in the roof and his wife and children had to raise umbrellas in their beds at midnight This showed Selim that his house must be repaired before it could afford shelter from the winter. The money wrung from the relief conn mission was not enough. What more natural than that he should remember the kindness of his friend Yusuf Bey? "Yusuf has forgotten the affair of three years ago. said Selim to himself land this time I will certainly repay him"
 So he again called upon Yusuf Bey in the early hour of privilege, when the great man was still reclining upon the divan of comfort, dressed in his white underclothing and his chintz night robe. After the usual skirmishng around the horizon, Selim came to the central point of his thoughts by saying: May God spare you, my friend, from such dam- age as the earthquake did to us The brook which l. thought would not wet my ankles has gone over my head"
 "Oh, you want to borrow three pounds again" said Yusuf ,Bey, smil- ing. Well, come tomorrow morning, and we shall see what we can do. A man is not worth much unless he is of use to his friends.
 Selim was astonished at his easy suc- cess. The word again" stabbed his conscience. The former loan wan not forgotten. Yet he had been told as be- fore to come the next morning. It must be that Yusuf Bey was one of those men who overlook faults and do good deeds as treasure laid up in heaven.
 The next morning the psychological moment came for delicately limiting that he would like an answer to his request. Selm somehow felt himself to be trem- bling. But Yusuf Bey, as before, told him to look under the sofa cushion upon which he was sitting. Selim raised the end of the cushion with a smiling face. The bare mating alone met his eyes! The man was so astounded that lnvol- untarily he saiI Plague take 1t, there is nothing there!"
 Nothing there?" said Yusuf Bey. Look well. Are you sure that they