Where Woman Comes Last

An Arab - meaning a tent dweller; in an equine sense the town dweller is no Arab - loves first and above all his horsa No one need to recite the of t sung affoccion he will lavish upon him. Next he loves his firearm. This, poetically speaking, ought to be a six foot, gold inlaid, muzzle loading horror of a matchlock, which would kick any man but an Arab flat on hia back at every shot, bnt actually, in Algeria or Tunis, when he lives near a city, it ia more apt to be a modern English breechloader. You must fly from the bnsy haunts of men to find the matchlock. Ñext to his gun he loves his oldest son. Last comes his wife - or one of his wives perhaps. Daughters don't count - I mean the Arab doesn't take the tronble to count them uniess in so far as they minister to his comfort, dietetio or otherwise. Until some neighbor comes aloug and proposes to marry - in other words, to make a still worse slave of one of them - she is only a chattel, a soulless thing. And yet she is said to be a pretty, amiable, helpful being - said to be, for no one by any hap ever chances to cast his eyes on one worth seeing. This disregard for women, bo it said to their honor, does not always apply to the fiedouins of the Syrian and Arabian deserta