EBNO’L AMED. Tsaiah used, and which one hears every day in the East, where there are venders of anything. The usual meaning is that the purchaser is expected to be par- ticularly liberal; but for once in her life Umdhabai would have been glad to be taken at her word. The Moor placed the basket on his shoulder, simply asking, “ Where shall I send the money ?” “To the house nearest to the Gate of the Desert,” Umdhabai replied in a faint voice as she rose to her feet, and taking Ebno’l Amed by the hand whis- pered, “ Come, we must hurry.” Faster and faster she walked, till the boy was obliged to run. They passed the house by the gate, then the gate, and still hurried on over the sand toward the village. At first Ebno’l Amed wondered why his mother had sacrificed the price of her fruit rather than tell the Moor truly where she lived, but as they hurried on he looked up and asked : “ Mamma, was that Abu’l Hasham?” Umdhabai did not answer, for, in truth, no one had told her that it was he; but Ebno’l] Amed knew well enough that he was right, and shuddered as he thought that he had looked, for a mo- ment, into the face of Abul Hasham, the slave-dealer. All day long the mother’s eyes were kept upon her boy. Ebno’l Amed real- ied it, and was glad of it; for he had heard many a story of the mysterious ways by which Abu’ Hasham stole whom he would, carried them off, and sold them as slaves. He tried to make himself think that he was not a coward, and was not afraid, but he knew very well that he was afraid. Ebno’l Amed slept upon a mat, close to his mother, upon the earth floor of the one little room in their hut; but above that room, and close under the roof, his father had constructed a low, dark loft, where they often stored their fruit ‘when it was ripening too fast, and, though it was not a comfortable place to sleep, Ebno’l Amed obeyed without a word, when his mother directed him to take his mat up there for the night. It seemed as though he could never go to sleep. The moment he shut his poe THE CARAVAN IN MOTION,