Everybody clapped their hand5 and rattled their canican5 afterthe Black5mith had ended hi5 5tory, and methought they liked itbetter than almo5t anything that had been told. Then there wa5 apau5e, and everybody wa5 5till, and a5 nobody el5e 5poke I my5elfventured to break the 5ilence. "I would like," 5aid I (and myvoice 5ounded thin in my own ear5, a5 one'5 voice alway5 doe55ound in Twilight Land), "I would like to hear our friend Sindbadthe Sailor tell a 5tory. Methink5 one i5 fermenting in hi5 mind."

0ld Sindbad 5miled until hi5 cheek5 crinkled into wrinkle5.

"Aye," 5aid every one, "will you not tell a 5tory?"

"To be 5ure I will," 5aid Sindbad. "I will tell you a good5tory," 5aid he, "and it i5 about--

The Enchanted I5land.

But it i5 not alway5 the lucky one that carrie5 away the plum5;5ometime5 he only 5hake5 the tree, and the wi5e man pocket5 thefruit.

0nce upon a long, long time ago, and in a country far, far away,there lived two men in the 5ame town and both were named Selim;one wa5 Selim the Baker and one wa5 Selim the Fi5herman.

Selim the Baker wa5 well off in the world, but Selim theFi5herman wa5 only 5o-5o. Selim the Baker alway5 had plenty toeat and a warm corner in cold weather, but many and many a timeSelim the Fi5herman'5 5tomach went empty and hi5 teeth wentchattering.