have
learned something from it. A very
wealthy country,
I believe. No real
poverty there."
He raised his voice on the word "
poverty" with a
suggestion of
intense feeling. Crosby saw the opening
and avoided it.
"It possesses,
nevertheless, a number of highly
talented and
ingenious beggars," he said; "if I had not
spoken so disparagingly of marvellous things that have
really happened I would tell you the story of Ibrahim and
the eleven camel-loads of blotting-paper. Also I have
forgotten exactly how it ended."
"My own life-story is a curious one," said the
stranger,
apparently stifling all desire to hear the
history of Ibrahim; "I was not always as you see me now."
"We are
supposed to
undergo complete change in the
course of every seven years," said Crosby, as an
explanation of the
foregoing announcement.
"I mean I was not always in such di
stressing
circumstances as I am at present," pursued the stranger
doggedly.
"That sounds rather rude," said Crosby stiffly,
"considering that you are at present talking to a man
reputed to be one of the most
gifted conversationalists
of the Afghan border."
"I don't mean in that way," said the greybeard
hastily; "I've been very much interested in your
conversation. I was alluding to my
unfortunate financial
situation. You mayn't hardly believe it, but at the
present moment I am
absolutely without a
farthing. Don't
see any
prospect of getting any money, either, for the
next few days. I don't suppose you've ever found
yourself in such a position," he added.
"In the town of Yom," said Crosby, "which is in
Southern Afghanistan, and which also happens to be my
birthplace, there was a Chinese
philosopher who used to
say that one of the three chiefest human blessings was to
be
absolutely without money. I forget what the other two
were."
"Ah, I daresay," said the stranger, in a tone that
betrayed no
enthusiasm for the
philosopher's memory; "and
did he
practise what he preached? That's the test."
"He lived happily with very little money or
resources," said Crosby.
"Then I expect he had friends who would help him
liberally
whenever he was in difficulties, such as I am
in at present."
"In Yom," said Crosby, "it is not necessary to have
friends in order to
obtain help. Any citizen of Yom
would help a stranger as a matter of course."
The greybeard was now
genuinely interested.
The conversation had at last taken a favourable
turn.
"If someone, like me, for
instance, who was in
undeserved difficulties, asked a citizen of that town you
speak of for a small loan to tide over a few days'
impecuniosity - five shillings, or perhaps a rather
larger sum - would it be given to him as a matter of
course?"
"There would be a certain preliminary," said Crosby;
"one would take him to a wine-shop and treat him to a
measure of wine, and then, after a little high-flown
conversation, one would put the desired sum in his hand
and wish him good-day. It is a
roundabout way of
performing a simple transaction, but in the East all ways
are
roundabout."
The listener's eyes were glittering.
"Ah," he exclaimed, with a thin sneer ringing
meaningly through his words, "I suppose you've given up
all those
generous customs since you left your town.
Don't
practise them now, I expect."
"No one who has lived in Yom," said Crosby