The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-27

The morning sun awoke the deitghr-
 cd tailor to the day which was to eie- | vafe him from his base lot to the side or royal father. As he bridied hts
 horse his conscience spoke to him once more. His thoughts painted the | wretchedness of the betrayed son. His
 soft heart felt sorrow. But his van-
 ity whispered to him that he was
 son. He sprang to his horse. gathered
 all his courage to make 1t gallop. and l rode to the base of the hiIi. There he dismounted from his horse,
 drew the dagger and ascended the em- | thence. where six men stood at the
 tall man of princely mien. A garment
 of cloth of gold. the priceless white cashmere shawl, the white turban set with glowing gems. proclaimed him as
 man of rank and wealth. | Labakan walked up 10 him. bowed low and said: Here am I whom ye seek" holding out the dagger. | Praised be the Prophet who pre- served you" responded the old man, | with tears Of joy. Embrace thine old father. my weii-beloved son Omar" l The kindly tailor was deeply touch ed by these solemn words and sank in-
 to the rulers arms with a mixture of | joy and shame.
 He was to enjoy the satisfaction of the welcome for only a moment. As he l arose from the embrace his alarmed i eyes saw rider coming across the plain. The horse seemed unable or un- wiling to move. It proceeded with a stumoling step that was neither trot nor walk. The rider was iaborins | 1t on. " N'i'e Labakan recognized Omar on Murva at once. But his greed for the glorious
 Ire that had opened before him drove
 all other thoughts from his breast, and ne was resolved to confront the betray-
 ed man with undaunted features. Even in the distance the rider had
 begun to beckon and wave his hands. When at last his fiounderinR horse
 reached the foot of the hill he leaped
 rom It's back and dashed up the incline Hold! Hold." cried he. "whoever | you may be. hold, and let yourseIves not be deceived by the most shameful or traitors and cheats. am omart Let no man dare to misuse my namep' Astonishment pervaded the throng. The old man looked at one and then
 the other of the young men with an in- 1 curing and perplexed glance. With forced composure Labakan said: Most honored sir and father! This poor creature Is a mad journeyman tailor named Labakan of Alexandria. who deserves more our pity than our anR- er." These words enraged the unfortunate Prince beyond all bounds. Grinding
 his teeth with fury he dashed toward Labakan. The attendants threw them selves on him and tried to hold him which redoubled his fury so that 1t seemed indeed as if he were mad Truly, my dear son. said the ruler, I the poor wretch is mad indeed. Let | him be bound and placed on a dorme- | PHrChanHA VI m Al I The rage of the Prince faded at
 these words. Weeping, he threw him. self down before his father and cried,
 My heart tells me that you are my father. I implore you by the memory
 of my mother to listen to mel" "AlasI" said the old man, ''he is talking wildly. How did the poor crea- ture ever fall on such mad notions?' He took Labakan's arm and went down, the hill. There both mounted richly caparisoned horses and rode away at the head of the party. The unhappy Prince. tied hand and foot. followed on dromedary guarded by two watchful riders.
 The old man was Saaud, Sultan of the Wechabites. When. after a long mar ried life without a child, son was born to him, the astrologers and sooth savers cast his horoscope and announc ed that until his twenty ty-second year
 
 placed by an enemy. To guard against this fate the Sultan sent the child scretly to his friend Elf Bey to be brought up without divulging his par entage to ony one.
 All this the Sultan told the tailor. He seemed well pleased with Laba- kan's appearance and demeanor.
 When they reached the Sultan's land they were received with wild enthu. siasm. Arches of flowers and leaves were erected on all the streets of all the cities. Rugs of glowing tints decorated the houses. The people praised Allah and his Prophet aloud for having sent them so beautiful prince.
 All this filled the heart of the ann bilious tailor with exultation, even as is filled the soul of the hapless Omar with desperate anguish. "omar! omar!' cried the populace a thousand times, but he who bore the name of right passed unnoticed. save when some one asked who this was who accompanied the joyous train swathed in bonds. Terribly the answer rang in the ears of the Prince: Tt Is only an insane tailor"
 At last the procession reached the capital, where the welcome was more splendid than 1t had been elsewhere The Sultan awaited the arrival with all her court uONASA AAA 6OA ments The floor of the palace cham ber was covered with an enormous carpet and the walls were hung with light blue silks. ornamented with gold and silver.
 1t was dark when the cavalcade ar rived. Colored lamps lit the great hall They shone most brightly on throne of gold set with amethysts. on which sat the sultana under a canopy Of red silk held by four emirs, while the Sheik of Medina famed her with peacock feathers.
 Thus she awaited her son. and though she had not seen him since ne was an infant. she felt assured that she would recognize him among thous. ands, for mysterious dreams had told her of him.
 Soon the trumpets and drums. the cheers and the hoof beats announced the coming of the party. The doors flew open. and through the rows or prostrate servants and slaves hurried the Sultan with the young mans hand in his.
 Here" said he. T bring you him for whom you have Ionged."
 The ySultana checked him. That IS not my son!" cried she. These are not the features that the Prophet has showed me so often In my dreams!"
 Before the Sultan could reply. Prince Omar darted to the throne, pursued by his guards. from whom he had escaped by means of his supreme strength and agility. He cast himself down before 1ta 4hrnpa and cried.