ured, and a Jew doctor had
offered to put her right for the sum of L4.

"But," said her friends, "suppose she dies? What shall we get for our
money then?"

So they sent to the English tabiba, who cures for nothing.

Miss Banks left ointment and medicine. Cases can be cured if the patient
will persevere long enough with the medicine; but many of them are too
far gone when they first come.

An old man upstairs in the same house, but of a different family, claimed
her attention next. Three weeks ago he was perfectly well. He went to a
cafe one evening, drank a cup of coffee, came home, was seized with pain,
and became completely paralyzed. It pointed to poison, but he had no
enemies.

Mercury is very largely used as a poison, and is given in different
forms. Little is thought of ending life by this means, unless there
happen to be influential relations who object to their relatives being in
this summary manner "put out of the way."

There is a girl now in Tetuan who keeps a shop. Her father and mother
kept it before her, but she said that they were both so old, had lived so
long, and had had their day, that she felt something must be done to
secure her own turn, and that speedily. Therefore she gave them both some
poison. There was a funeral. She took over the shop.

Another woman was anxious to poison her husband because he was about to
take a second wife. She prepared him the dish with the poisoned pieces.
Suddenly she saw her child run into the house and join his father at the
meal. Careless of betraying herself, she rushed to her Benjamin with
cries of alarm,--too late; he had eaten, and he succumbed that night. The
husband died at the end of a year from the effects of the same poison.
Some of the drugs which Moors use take even longer to destroy life, but
it is only a matter of time. The woman was put in prison, but she came
out after twelve months, and another man has taken her to wife.

Some missionary and poisoning experiences are amusing. People often came
and asked for poison to administer to somebody who happened to annoy
them.

A slave appeared once and said, "I have a mistress: she's very old, isn't
she?"

"Yes," said the missionary.

"She doesn't enjoy life now much, does she?"

"No, I don't think she does much."

"Would she enjoy being with the Lord much more than living on like this?"

"Yes," said the missionary, "she would be far happier with the Lord."

"Then," said the slave, "give me