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y. Shut yourself up with your books. Work your hardest and see if therein you cannot find contentment. If you succeed I shall not expect to see you again." But some days before the year had elapsed, there once more stood Abdallah. He had grown thin and pale, his eyes told of midnight vigils, but their expression was no happier. "It is useless," he said. "I have followed your advice. But I am not as other men. _Nothing_ brings happiness to me. There is but one thing to do, but first I would ask your permission. Let me make an end of myself." The sage frowned. [Illustration] "It must be as you say," he replied after some moments' silence. "You are perhaps so constituted that happiness is impossible for you. If so, resignation is all that remains. But I cannot at once sanction your desire to quit this life. I must reflect upon it during a year. In the meantime consider the struggle as given up; think no more of your unhappy fate, but as you are about to die, use the time that remains, to some purpose, by spending it for others. You are the one wretched exception--so be it. Spend your time, your strength and your wealth in making some others--ordinary human beings--happier, so that at least some few tears may be dropped on your grave. Return in a year, and I will then authorize you to put an end to yourself." And Abdallah again bowed and withdrew, somewhat consoled by the thought that one year would see the last of his wretched existence, that even the wisest of men recognised him as cut off from the common lot. The year passed. But no Abdallah returned. It was not till some weeks after the appointed time that he appeared hastening eagerly towards the sage's dwelling. He was no longer thin or pale, his dress was much less rich than formerly, but seemed nevertheless to show his handsome figure to all the greater advantage, his bearing was upright, his step springing--there was a smile on his lips, a beautiful, kindly light in his dark eyes. "Forgive me, father, for my delay," he cried. "I could not believe the time had passed. This year has seemed to fly." "And you are ready to part with your life?" asked the sage. Tears rushed to Abdallah's eyes. "If the sacrifice could be of use to others, yes, father, I am ready," he replied. "But for myself, no, a thousand times no. I have found the secret of happiness. In ministering to others, in forgetfulness of self, I have found my own blessedness. Life is t
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