StNicholas [serial] . n thefirst place—and tried to put the blame on me—!I tell you what! exclaimed Chub. Thuse-lah was mad because we did nt elect him to officeand so he thought he d make himself assistanttreasurer! That s the way of it. Harry left the recovered treasure in Dicks careand picked up the disgruntled parrot, stroking hishead and murmuring soothingly: He was des a booful Thuselah, she he found the money, so he did, and bringedit straight back, did nt urn? Um did, laughed Roy. Though um s anold rascal. But he scratched Methuselahs headwith his finger, and the parrot closed
StNicholas [serial] . n thefirst place—and tried to put the blame on me—!I tell you what! exclaimed Chub. Thuse-lah was mad because we did nt elect him to officeand so he thought he d make himself assistanttreasurer! That s the way of it. Harry left the recovered treasure in Dicks careand picked up the disgruntled parrot, stroking hishead and murmuring soothingly: He was des a booful Thuselah, she he found the money, so he did, and bringedit straight back, did nt urn? Um did, laughed Roy. Though um s anold rascal. But he scratched Methuselahs headwith his finger, and the parrot closed his eyesand looked forgiving. See here, said Chub. We had it all ar-ranged to pay back that money, so let s do we 11 put this down as Thuselahs sub-scription to the cause. What do you say Beautiful! cried Harry. She thrust the parrot into Roys arms and flew to the grain chest. She was busy an instant with pencil and pad, and then, Here it is! she cried: Methuselah . . $ (To be concluded.). THE TALE OF A TYRANTS ZOO AN ODD FREAK OF A SULTAN OF TO-DAY BY W. G. FITZ-GERALD WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR Open your atlas at the map of Africa, and there,set like a pearl on the northwest shoulder of thecontinent, you will see a country called almost touches Europe; at the narrowest partthere is but nine miles of strait between it andSpain, and you might think the Moors had be-come quite civilized in the course of ages throughhaving European neighbors near by. It is not so, however. And, strange to say, themore they see of Western progress, the more theydespise it. It is a big country, this Morocco, andexplorers have left it alone, for the natives detestChristians, fearing lest they will take awayfrom them their lovely land, where it is alwayssummer, and where the soil if just scratched witha crooked stick responds with a teeming harvest. Close your eyes and come with me to thegates of Fez, the wonderful capital of the Em-pire. It has a very hig
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