A STORY FROM MOROCCO.

Cromwell Argus, Volume XLI, Issue 2211, 5 September 1910, Page 7

A STORY FROM MOROCCO.

It so happened that a French morchant in Morocco received an order from a Jew for a largo stock of throe things—black hats, green shawls and red silk stockings. This peculiar order the Jew, for some reason, not stated, repudiated, and the French merchant was forced to bring an action against the Jew, which was duly tried beforo the Emperor of Morocco. The Jew swore that he had never given the order, and had no recollection of ever hearing of the French merchant before. The Emperor asked the Frenchman to produce witnesses, but the merchant, having none, he was non-suited. The Jew left the court, not without a stain upon his commercial character, for, from the Emperor to the doorkeeper, all in court knew that the Jew was untruthful. However, he had the satisfaction of hearing the Emperor tell the French merchant that it was bad for him not to have witnesses, and as he had none he might retire. The delight of the Jew was, however, short-lived. He saw the merchant he had wronged crawl out of court a ruined man, and he saw his many friends waiting to congratulate their brother Jew on his signal success. That evening the broken-heart-ed merchant, hearing a turmoil in the street, ran to the window. The Emperor's officers were parading the streets and reading a proclamation at each coiner : "'Every Jew who, within four-and-twenty hours after this proclamation, shall be found in the streets without a black bever hat on his head, a green shawl round his neck, and rsd silk stockings, on his legs, shall be immediately seized and conveyed to the first court of our palace, to be there flogged to death." The merchant's goods were fought for by the Jews and bought at fabulous prices, and the Christian had the last smile. -J"Strand Magazine." PLAYING GOLF IN MATABELELAND. Golf is played at Bulawayo under somewhat difficult conditions. Balls, if lost, cannot bo replaced easily, and not only have caddies to keep their eyes wide open when a stroke is made, but the player must have one eye on the ball in its flight and another on any bit of scrub in which a native may be lurking. A slight squint in these circumstances would seem to be an advantage rather than otherwise. The native does not want to assegai the player, but only to get possession of the ball. Having secured that and got away, he will have holes pierced through the ball so that he may string it as the most prominent gem among the beads of his necklace for full dress, and, thus adorned, he will strut as proudly as if that golf ball were the Koh-i-nor.

Irate Lady : "The difference between a cow and a milkman is that the cow gives pure milk." Milkman : "Yes, mum ; but the cow don't give credit."

THE DAYBREAK. A dying star above, and snows as wan As faces of the dead ! But look ! The East is golden ; night is gone ; Yon peak will soon be red. Truth broadens o'er the world. Old heights grow cold, Old lights fade one by one. Nay, fear not ! Though our eyes may not behold, Our children shall have sun. —F. W. Bourdillon.

She : "I don't see why you should hesitate to marry on five hundred a year. Papa says my gowns never cost more than that." He : "But, my dear, we must have something to eat." She (petulantly): "Isn't that just like a man ? Always thinking of his stomach," The husband of a lady noted for her extravagance in dress had a terrible dream. He met a strange collection of animals —several foxes, a beaver, and some seals —and they had no coats. He wondered, and then the beaver exclaimed —"We were skinned for your wife's furs." The man smiled. "So was I," he said.