eamed the Pasha. "I'll cut off his head!"

"O Pasha," she said, "what a hurry you are in to slay this comely
youth. He is your prey; he cannot escape you. The youth is not only in
the box, but it is locked, and the key is in my pocket. Here it is."

The lady walked over to the Pasha, stretched out her hand and gave him
the key.

As he took it, she said:

"Philopena!"

"Bah!" said the Pasha, in disgust. He threw the key on the floor and
left the harem, slamming the door behind him.

After he had gone, the lady took up the key, unlocked the door, and
let out the trembling Hodja.

"Go now, Hodja, to your box," she said. "Take down your sign and write
instead: 'The wit of woman is twofold the wit of man,' for I am a
woman, and in one day I have fooled two men."

THE HANOUM AND THE UNJUST CADI

It was, and still is, in some parts of Constantinople, the custom of
the refuse-gatherer to go about the streets with a basket on his back,
and a wooden shovel in his hand, calling out 'refuse removed.'

A certain Chepdji, plying his trade, had, in the course of five years
of assiduous labor, amassed, to him, the no unimportant sum of five
hundred piasters. He was afraid to keep this money by him; so hearing
the Cadi of Stamboul highly and reverently spoken of, he decided to
entrust his hard-earned savings to the Cadi's keeping.

Going to the Cadi, he said: "Oh learned and righteous man, for five
long years have I labored, carrying the dregs and dross of rich and
poor alike, and I have saved a sum of five hundred piasters. With the
help of Allah, in another two years I shall have saved a further sum
of at least one hundred piasters, when, Inshallah, I shall return to
my country and clasp my wife and children again. In the meantime you
will be granting a boon to your slave, if you will consent to keep
this money for me until the time for departure has come."

The Cadi replied: "Thou hast done well, my son; the money will be kept
and given to thee when required."

The poor Chepdji, well satisfied, departed. But after a very short
time he learned that several of his friends were about to return to
their Memleket (province), and he decided to join them, thinking that
his five hundred piasters were ample for the time being, 'Besides,'
said he, 'who knows what may or may not happen in the next two years?'
So he decided to depart with his friends at once.

He went to the Cadi, explained that he had changed his mind,