| Show an OW old story letold A merchant died tIled at isfahan in the earlier part of this century who had for many years bears denied himself and his lis son crery every support except a crust of coarse broad bread oa on a certain occasion lie was over tempted to buy a piece of cheese choose but reproaching himself with extravagance lie put the cheese into n to a bottle and contented bini himself self 8 and I 1 obliged the boy todo the sai nib rub bing the crust against the bottle enjoying me cheese lu ili imagination one day lay returning homo home later than usual the merchant found his hi son eating his hig crust which he be constantly rubbed against the door what are you about yon you fool was his ilia exclamation it is dinner time father fattier you have the key so as I 1 could not nor open the door I 1 was rubbing my bread against t it as 1 could not get to the bottle 1 I cannot yon you go without cheese one day lay yon you luxurious little rascal never be rich 11 and the angry miser kicked the poor boy for not having been able to de deny himself the ideal gratification cassells journal |
