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12 THE KINGS TALISMAN. tomy eye. EreI left I forced upon them my remaining nineteen pieces of gold. I dared not stop to receive their flood of thanksgiving, but bidding them turn their thanks to God, I hurried away. When it grew dark [I felt a curi- osity to go once more to that part of the city and see if I could hear aught of their situation which I might further help. I arrived at their door, and at that moment the sound of all their voicesin unison fell upon my ear. Through a crack in the paneling I could see all that passed. ‘The father had arisen from his bed and had fallen upon his knees; his wife knelt beside him, while the three little ones were also upon their knees with their hands clasped toward — heaven. ‘Together they poured forth their prayer in earn- est, heartfelt sincerity, and oh, how my heart leaped when I knew that that humble, honest prayer was going up to heaven for me! I—I was the object of their prayer. The old man and woman, and those three children, were calling down blessings from God upon my head. I turned away toward - my home, a wiser and better youth, and in the sweet mem- ory of that moment, when I stood by that humble door and heard the prayer of that relieved family going up to heaven for me, dwells a font of joyful recollection earth may never take from me.’ _ “ As the younger son closed his story, the father brushed _ the tears from his aged eyes and clasped the youth to his . bosom; then turning to his first-born, he said: ‘* * My son, tell me, which of you has planted the sweetest flower in the memories that shall cling to this day?’ ‘* The eldest son bowed his head for a moment, and then looking up with a frank expression, he murmured, ‘my brother—my brother.’ ” Noureddin listened eagerly to his teacher’s simple tale— _for in such it was that Abdah Nazor was wont to convey his instruction—and at the end of a few moments’ silence, he said: EComicbooks:co