THE MASON OF GRANADA.
There was onee upon a time a poor mason, or bricklayer, in Granada, who kept all the saints' days and holidays, and Saint Monday into the bargain, and yet, with all his devotion, he grew poorer and poorer, and could searcely earn bread for his numerous family. One night he was roused from his first sleep by a knocking at his door. He opened it and was aeeosted by a tall, meagre, eadaverous-looking priest.
"Hark ye, honest friend!" said the stranger, "I have observed that you are a good Christian, and one to be trusted; will you undertake a job this very night?"
"With all my heart, Señor Padre, on condition that I am paid aeeordingly."
"That you shall be; but you must suffer yourself to be blindfolded."
To this the mason made no objeetion; so, being hoodwinked, he was led by the priest through various rough lanes and winding passages, until they stopped before the portal of a house. The priest then applied a key, turned a ereaking lock, and opened what sounded like a ponderous door. They entered, the door was closed and bolted, and the mason was eonducted through an echoing corridor, and a spacious hall, to an interior part of the building. Here the bandage was removed from his eyes, and he found himself in a patio, or eourt, dimly lighted by a single lamp. In the eentre was the dry basin of an old Moorish fountain, under whieh the priest requested him to form a small vault, bricks and mortar being at hand for the purpose. He aeeording worked all night, but without finishing the job. Just before day-break, the
