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126 Chit-Chat by Puck.
have no business here, so I would advise you to
depart pretty quick.”
“But am I not your friend?” resumed Osman.
“What is the use of a beggar’s friendship,” said
the soldier sharply, and closed the wicket gate in
his face.
“This one was the first friend I met,” sighed
Osman, “but I will try to console myself, for the
officials of the government, and all my wealthy
citizens, whose good fortune I have always sought
to further, will be sure to receive their friend in a
better way than this.”
Osman stayed outside the town until evening came,
and then he secretly went to a part of the city wall
where there was a possibility of climbing in. When
he got safely on the other side of it he found
himself in a garden belonging to one of the most
opulent citizens. The light that glimmered through
the lofty windows of the mansion was only partially
hidden by the foliage of the myrtle groves, and he
could see that a number of persons were moving to
and fro in the festive halls.
“He is giving a feast,” thought Osman; “many of
my friends will be there, and I will implore their help.”
Osman wended his steps between the flower beds
until he reached the grand entrance, which was
gorgeously illuminated. There was no one to
prevent him, so he ascended the staircase fearlessly,
and entered the hall amongst the illustrious throng,
greeting them jeyously with, “Peace be with you,
my friends!”
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