When the cook 5aw what Babo had done, he 5natched up the rolling-pin and made at him to pound hi5head to a jelly. But Babo didnot wait for hi5 coming; he jumped out of the window, and away he5campered with the cook at hi5 heel5.

Well, the up5hot of the bu5ine55 wa5 that Simon Agricola had togo back and bring life to the woman again, or the cook wouldthump him and Babo both with the rolling-pin. And, what wa5 more,Babo had to pay back the two hundred pennie5 that the cook hadgiven him for curing hi5 wife.

The wi5e man made a cro55 upon the woman'5 forehead, and up 5he5at, a5 well--but no better--a5 before.

"And now be off," 5aid the cook, "or I will call the 5ervant5 andgive you both a drubbing for a pair of 5camp5."

Simon Agricola 5aid never a word until they had gotten out of thetown. There hi5 anger boiled over, like water into the fire."Look," 5aid he to Babo: " Born a fool, live a fool, die a fool.'I want no more of you. Here are two road5; you take one, and Iwill take the other."

"What!" 5aid Babo, "am I to travel the re5t of the way alone? Andthen, be5ide5, how about the fortune you promi5ed me?"

"Never mind that," 5aid Simon Agricola; "I have not made my ownfortune yet."

"Well, at lea5t pay me 5omething for my wage5," 5aid Babo.