ent and my cup,--he shall be to me as a brother."

"Dost thou know him?" inquired the Sheik.

"Ay, well I know him," the Syrian replied.

Sadi was gently placed on the horse, for it would have been death to
remain long unsheltered on the sand. Yusef walked beside the horse,
with difficulty supporting the drooping form of Sadi, which would
otherwise soon have fallen to the ground. The journey on foot was very
exhausting to Yusef, who could scarcely sustain the weight of the
helpless Sadi. Thankful was the Syrian hakeem when they reached the
Bedouin tents.

Then Sadi was placed on the mat which had served Yusef for a bed.
Yusef himself passed the night without rest, watching at the sufferer's
side. Most carefully did the hakeem nurse his enemy through a raging
fever. Yusef spared no effort of skill, shrank from no painful
exertion, to save the life of the man who had nearly destroyed his own!

On the third day the fever abated; on the evening of that day Sadi
suddenly opened his eyes, and, for the first time since his illness,
recognized Yusef, who had, as he believed, perished months before in
the desert.

"Has the dead come to life?" exclaimed the trembling Sadi, fixing upon
Yusef a wild and terrified gaze; "has the injured returned for
vengeance?"

"Nay, my brother," replied Yusef soothingly; "let us not recall the
past, or recall it but to bless Him who has preserved us both from
death."

Tears dimmed the dark eyes of Sadi; he grasped the kind hand which
Yusef held out. "I have deeply wronged thee," he faltered forth; "how
can I receive all this kindness at thy hand?"

A gentle smile passed over the lips of Yusef; he remembered the cruel
words once uttered by Sadi, and made reply: "If thou hast wronged me,
thus I repay thee: Moslem, this is a Christian's revenge!"

THE WOODCUTTER'S CHILD.

Once upon a time, near a large wood, there lived a woodcutter and his
wife, who had only one child, a little girl three years old; but they
were so poor that they had scarcely food sufficient for every day in
the week, and often they were puzzled to know what they should get to
eat. One morning the woodcutter went into the wood to work, full of
care, and, as he chopped the trees, there stood before him a tall and
beautiful woman, having a crown of shining stars upon her head, who
thus addressed him:

"I am the Guardian Angel of every Christian child; thou art poor and
needy; bring me thy child, and I wil