EBNO’L AMED. Even in the excitement of the moment he wondered why he had not thought of them before, and, though he could not speak a word except Arabic, he caught the nearest one by the coat, and pointing down the alley, eagerly repeated that one name, “ Abu’l Hasham!” Fortunately, that was all that was wanted, and Ebno’] Amed ran after them as they chased the water-carrier and took him prisoner. There was great excitement at the British headquarters when it was known that the Government had secured its prize in less than an hour after publishing its offer. Ebno’l Amed was a very small boy to possess so much money, but the reward was fairly won, and they prepared to fulfill the promise. When they told him of the wealth that would be his, however, he simply shook his head, and replied : “T don’t want it. What could I do with it? I want my mamma. Abu! Hasham stole her away from me, and brought na to sell her as a slave, and I followed him to get her back. I want my mamma.’ This was still greater news to the officers who were orine hard to sup- press slave- chasis, The captives were found, and were all set ee while the servants of Abu’l Hasham were arrested. That was a grand day for Ebno’l] Amed. Umdhabai clasped him in-her arms —the proudest mother of the bravest boy among all the Arabs; and when the rest of the captives saw who had set them free, they made a royal palanquin out of their arms and shoulders, and in a grand, triumphal procession they bore him, day after day, all the way from the sea to his desert home. Abd el Ardavan. *LASKE Y-