among the guests, watching her beloved and his bride as they prepared the necessary marriage ceremonies. And so, while she was unawares, the palaces of hope that she had built in dream and in waking collapsed, and in their place rose towering pyramids of shattered revolt and wounding jealousy.

In a fleeting instant her troubled dreams carried her off to a world in tumult, until she became, among the company, something like a statue that made no move-ment — a person present without consciousness or direction. And how could she take pleasure in a celebration she had hoped would be her own?.. How could she enjoy gladness when the fruit of her design was lost? She was now scorched upon the ember of perplexity, torn between her heart and the piece of her own flesh... She preferred death to life, rather than see her beloved in the arms of a girl notorious for depravity and ill character and for toying with hearts... She loved him with the strongest of loves, and worshipped him with the greatest of worship... But... but alas, he had sold her love and put out its blazing hope in her eyes... and all that for a girl not worth the price of fidelity — and fidelity is precious to whoever keeps it. But what did she remember of her bygone days, those she had spent with Jamil? Did she remember that ill-omened day when she walked at his side among the bright fields and the thickets of fresh flowers, after which the two of them went off to Jamil's house, where they passed no short while, during which she drank with him cups of aged wine — and how she thrilled to his tender words as he whispered in her ear, moment after moment...

Ghada... my darling... how happy I am to be near you... how rich I am — not in money, but in the love my soul has roamed after, a youth tormented by the fires of deprivation... Ghada... you are the goddess of sacred love... Look, look at the birds, how they

sing for joy at our happiness. — Do you love me as much as that, Jamil? — I do not love you — I worship you... Ghada was delighted by these charming

and grand phrases, and became in his arms like an enchanting rose wilted by the breeze; and he began to press upon her violent kisses issuing from a treacherous heart,

Campbell's Asparagus Soup

Asparagus Soup

ASPARAGUS

Campbell's

Its taste is fresh

Appetizing — savory

Nourishing

Campbell's

Many kinds of delicious ready-made soup

Campbell's

CONDENSED

CREAM OF ASPARAGUS SOUP

Always keep quantities of it in your house