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Show A Turkish story runs that, dying, a pious man bequeathed a fortune to his eon, charging him to give 100 to the meanest man he could find. A certain cadi filled the bill. Accordingly Ac-cordingly the dutiful son offered him 100. . "But I can't take your 100," said cadi. "I never saw your father. There was no reason why he should leave me the money "It's yours, all right," persisted the mourning youth. "I might take it in a fictitious transaction," tran-saction," said the cadi, relenting. "Suppose "Sup-pose I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll sell you all that snow in the court yard for 100." The young man agreed, willing to be quit of his trust on any terms. Next day ho was arrested, taken before the cadi and ordered to remove tho snow at once. As this was a command the young man was utterly unable to execute ex-ecute he was fined 20 by the cadi for contumacy. "At least," the young man said ruefully rue-fully as he left the court, "father's 100 went to the right man." London Lon-don Opinion. |