[Translated by Réne Basset and Chauncey C. Starkweather] THE STORY OF SIDI BRAHIM OF MASSAT I The Taleb Sidi Brahim, son of Amhammed of Massat, in the province of Sous, tells the following story about himself: When he was still a child at his father's house he went to the mosque to read with a taleb.

FIVE BERBER STORIES [Translated by G. Mercier and Chauncey C. Starkweather] DJOKHRANE AND THE JAYS The ancestor of the grandfather of Mahomet Amokrane was named Djokhrane.

" POEMS OF THE MAGHREB [Translated by M.C. Sonneck and Chauncey C. Starkweather] ALI'S ANSWER

[Translated by René Basset and Chauncey C. Starkweather] STORIES OF ANIMALS THE TURTLE, THE FROG, AND THE SERPENT Once upon a time the turtle married a frog.

So the home of Starkweather, standing aloof among its broad lawns and tall trees, carried no meaning for me.

Give Horace half a chance, whether the subject be pigs or churches, and he will break in somewhere with the remark: "As I was saying to Mr. Starkweather" or, "Mr. Starkweather says to me" How we love to shine by reflected glory!

We know accurately the number of Mr. Starkweather's bedrooms, we can tell how much coal he uses in winter and how many tons of ice in summer, and upon such important premises we argue his riches.

Several times I have passed John Starkweather's home.

Perhaps the hand of man might well have been less evident in developing the surroundings of the Starkweather homefor art, dealing with nature, is so often too accomplished!

I should have liked to know John Starkweather; but I thought to myself as I have thought so many times how surely one comes finally to imitate his surroundings.

Here I've left John Starkweather in my pasture while I remark to the extent of a page or two that I didn't expect him to see me when he went by.

I kept busily at work, pretending (such is the perversity of the human mind) that I did not see Mr. Starkweather.

John Starkweather's face was a study!

Here I had been, ever since I first heard of John Starkweather, rather gloating over him as a poor suffering millionnaire (of course millionnaires are unhappy), and there he sat, ruddy of face and hearty of body, pitying me for a poor unfortunate farmer back here in the country!

So I sat down beside Mr. Starkweather on the log and crossed my legs.

Now the question is, would I be any better off, or any happier, if I had fifty thousand a year?" John Starkweather laughed.

("Merely an illustration," said John Starkweather.)

" "See here," said John Starkweather, "you are taking a narrow view of life.

" John Starkweather said nothing.

I couldn't let John Starkweather, or any other man, get away with the conviction that a millionnaire is better than a farmer.

" "You're making a strong case," laughed John Starkweather.

John Starkweather was laughing.

You must prove to me that I can be more independent, more honest, more useful as a millionnaire, and that I shall have better and truer friends!" John Starkweather looked around at me (I knew I had been absurdly eager

And if I were to select a millionnaire for all the best things I know, I should certainly choose you, Mr. Starkweather.

Old man Smith conducted the case on his side, and a lawyer named Starkweather, who is now a member of the Illinois Legislature, appeared for Josiah Wilson.