The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 42, June, 1894: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 42, June, 1894: An Illustrated Monthly
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warned him to keep quiet as to this attack unless he wished to lose his
life. Trembling with fright and rage, he saw the robbers disappear with
his ass in the direction of the mountains. What pained him most was the
loss of his diamond, which he had concealed in his robe. He reached
home, where he lay hidden for weeks, too ashamed to show himself in
the streets or at the bazaar. But once as he sat on the Golden Bridge
fishing, to try and provide himself with a frugal meal, the weapon
dealer passed him by, and said: "Well, Ali Hassuf, when are you coming
for your sword?"
But sword and Princess were for ever lost to Ali Hassuf.
In the meantime, as the two elder brothers sat mourning their losses,
Abdul Kassim, the youngest, sat at home in his little house by the
gardens, thinking with regret of his father, and wondering what he
should do to earn himself his daily bread. Before him, on a little
stool, stood the iron casket. There came a knock at the door, and
Micha ben Jahzeel, the Jew, who had lent him money a month or two ago,
walked in. Micha looked grave and said: "Abdul Kassim, times are bad,
and ready money gets scarcer and scarcer. You know I lent you ten
golden coins, and I have come to ask"--his eyes fell on the casket and
he started, but collecting himself, went on: "I have come to tell you
that I am not in an immediate hurry for the return of the loan. If you
like you can keep it, or as it is hardly worth mentioning, keep it for
some months, or even years if you like. I only wanted to tell you you
needn't trouble about it, there is no hurry at all." He bowed low to
his debtor and withdrew.
Abdul Kassim marvelled at the change in the Jew's manner, but as he
thought of the looks he had cast at the casket he couldn't help smiling.
On the same evening came his neighbour, the clothes dealer, who had
not visited him for years. "Dear friend," he said, and placed a bundle
on the floor before Kassim, "I have come to entreat your pardon that
my horse should have splashed your robe with mud the other day; he
is a young thing, and is not yet properly broken. I have brought you
a new robe to replace it, which I hope will please you." Then he
withdrew. The young man could not recollect having been splashed by his
neighbour's horse, still less could he account for the generosity of
one who was celebrated for his meanness in presenting him with such an
elaborately embroidered robe.
Next morning, just as he had put on his new robe, a distant relation
arrived, bringing a magnificently caparisoned horse.
"Dear cousin," he said--formerly he had not even noticed him--"your
appearance grieves me. I feared you were giving way too much to grief
at the loss of your father, and it would give me great pleasure to
cheer you a little. I have ventured to bring you this horse, which is
overcrowding my stable; do me the favour to accept this little gift!"
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