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A Collection of Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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294                 HE WINS WHO WAITS
pomegranates, green, red and white. One day you will find a use for them ! '
The young man did as he was told, and stepped out on the rocky waste, where the merchants were anxiously awaiting him. Oh, how thirsty they all were ! But even after the camels had drunk, the skin seemed as full as ever.
Full of gratitude for their deliverance, the merchants pressed the money into his hands, while his own master bade him choose what goods he liked, and a mule to carry them.
So the widow's son was rich at last, and when the merchant had sold his merchandise, and returned home to his native city, his servant hired a man by whom he sent the money and the mule back to his wife.
' I will send the pomegranates also,' thought he, ' for if I leave them in my turban they may some day fall out,' and he drew them out of his turban. But the fruit had vanished, and in their places were three precious stones, green, white and red.
For a long time he remained with the merchant, who gradually trusted him with all his business, and gave him a large share of the money he made. When his master died, the young man wished to return home, but the widow begged him to stay and help her; and one day he awoke with a start, to remember that twenty years had passed since he had gone away.
' I want to see my wife,' he said next morning to his mistress. ' If at any time I can be of use to you, send a messenger to me ; meanwhile, I have told Hassan what to do.' And mounting a camel he set out.
Now, soon after he had taken service with the mer­chant a little boy had been born to him, and both the princess and the old woman toiled hard all day to get the baby food and clothing. When the money and the pomegranates arrived there was no need for them to work
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