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And he would reply； in the nasal accents of the mountaineer： 〃An elephant！〃 Not much cause for merriment； perhaps； but how they both enjoyed the witticism！ And for me； this child's talk with a grown…up man had always in it something strangely fascinating。
Then the Cabuliwallah； not to be behindhand； would take his turn： 〃Well； little one； and when are you going to the father…in…law's house？〃
Now most small Bengali maidens have heard long ago about the father…in…law's house； but we； being a little new…fangled； had kept these things from our child； and Mini at this question must have been a trifle bewildered。 But she would not show it； and with ready tact replied： 〃Are you going there？〃
Amongst men of the Cabuliwallah's class； however； it is well known that the words father…in…law's house have a double meaning。 It is a euphemism for jail； the place where we are well cared for； at no expense to ourselves。 In this sense would the sturdy pedlar take my daughter's question。 〃Ah；〃 he would say； shaking his fist at an invisible policeman； 〃I will thrash my father…in…law！〃 Hearing this； and picturing the poor discomfited relative； Mini would go off into peals of laughter； in which her formidable friend would join。
These were autumn mornings； the very time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest； and I； never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta； would let my mind wander over the whole world。 At the very name of another country； my heart would go out to it； and at the sight of a foreigner in the streets； I would fall to weaving a network of dreams； the mountains； the glens； and the forests of his distant home； with his cottage in its setting； and the free and independent life of far…away wilds。 Perhaps the scenes of travel conjure themselves up before me； and pass and repass in my imagination all the more vividly； because I lead such a vegetable existence； that a call to travel would fall upon me like a thunderbolt。 In the presence of this Cabuliwallah； I was immediately transported to the foot of arid mountain peaks； with narrow little defiles twisting in and out amongst their towering heights。 I could see the string of camels bearing the merchandise； and the company of turbaned merchants； carrying some of their queer old firearms； and some of their spears； journeying downward towards the plains。 I could seebut at some such point Mini's mother would intervene； imploring me to 〃beware of that man。〃
Mini's mother is unfortunately a very timid lady。 Whenever she hears a noise in the street； or sees people coming towards the house； she always jumps to the conclusion that they are either thieves； or drunkards； or snakes； or tigers； or malaria or cockroaches； or caterpillars； or an English sailor。 Even after all these years of experience； she is not able to overcome her terror。 So she was full of doubts about the Cabuliwallah； and used to beg me to keep a watchful eye on him。
I tried to laugh her fear gently away； but then she would turn round on me seriously； and ask me solemn questions。
Were children never kidnapped？
Was it； then； not true that there was slavery in Cabul？
Was it so very absurd that this big man should be able to carry off a tiny child？
I urged that； though not impossible； it was highly improbable。 But this was not enough； and her dread persisted。 As it was indefinite； however； it did not seem right to forbid the man the house； and the intimacy went on unchecked。
Once a year in the middle of January Rahmun； the Cabuliwallah； was in the habit of returning to his country； and as the time approached he would be very busy； going from house to house collecting his debts。 This year； however； he could always find time to come and see Mini。 It would have seemed to an outsider that there was some conspiracy between the two； for when he could not come in the morning； he would appear in the evening。
Even to me it was a little startling now and then； in the corner of a dark room； suddenly to surprise this tall； loose…garmented； much bebagged man； but when Mini would run in smiling； with her； 〃O！ Cabuliwallah！ Cabuliwallah！〃 and the two friends； so far apart in age； would subside into their old laughter and their old jokes； I felt reassured。
One morning； a few days before he had made up his mind to go； I was correcting my proof sheets in my study。 It was chilly weather。 Through the window the rays of the sun touched my feet； and the slight warmth was very welcome。 It was almost eight o'clock； and the early pedestrians were returning home； with their heads covered。 All at once； I heard an uproar in the street； and； looking out； saw Rahmun being led away bound between two policemen； and behind them a crowd of curious boys。 There were blood…stains on the clothes of the Cabuliwallah； and one of the policemen carried a knife。 Hurrying out； I stopped them； and enquired what it all meant。 Partly from one； partly from another； I gathered that a certain neighbour had owed the pedlar something for a Rampuri shawl； but had falsely denied having bought it； and that in the course of the quarrel； Rahmun had struck him。 Now in the heat of his excitement； the prisoner began calling his enemy all sorts of names； when suddenly in a verandah of my house appeared my little Mini； with her usual exclamation： 〃O Cabuliwallah！ Cabuliwallah！〃 Rahmun's face lighted up as he turned to her。 He had no bag under his arm today； so she could not discuss the elephant with him。 She at once therefore proceeded to the next question： 〃Are you going to the father…in…law's house？〃 Rahmun laughed and said： 〃Just where I am going； little one！〃 Then seeing that the reply did not amuse the child； he held up his fettered hands。 〃 Ali；〃 he said； 〃 I would have thrashed that old father…in…law； but my hands are bound！〃
On a charge of murderous assault； Rahmun was sentenced to some years' imprisonment。
Time passed away； and he was not remembered。 The accustomed work in the accustomed place was ours； and the thought of the once…free mountaineer spending his years in prison seldom or never occurred to us。 Even my light…hearted Mini； I am ashamed to say； forgot her old friend。 New companions filled her life。 As she grew older； she spent more of her time with girls。 So much time indeed did she spend with them that she came no more； as she used to do； to her father's room。 I was scarcely on speaking terms with her。
Years had passed away。 It was once more autumn and we had made arrangements for our Mini's marriage。 It was to take place during the Puja Holidays。 With Durga returning to Kailas； the light of our home also was to depart to her husband's house； and leave her father's in the shadow。
The morning was bright。 After the rains； there was a sense of ablution in the air； and the sun…rays looked like pure gold。 So bright were they that they gave a beautiful radiance even to the sordid brick walls of our Calcutta lanes。 Since early dawn to…day the wedding…pipes had been sounding； and at each beat my own heart throbbed。 The wail of the tune； Bhairavi； seemed to intensify my pain at the approaching separation。 My Mini was to be married to…night。
From early morning noise and bustle had pervaded the house。 In the courtyard the canopy had to be slung on its bamboo poles； the chandeliers with their tinkling sound must be hung in each room and verandah。 There was no end of hurry and excitement。 I was sitting in my study； looking through the accounts； when some one entered； saluting respectfully； and stood before me。 It was Rahmun the Cabuliwallah。 At first I did not recognise him。 He had no bag； nor the long hair； nor the same vigour that he used to have。 But he smiled； and I knew him again。
〃When did you come； Rahmun？〃 I asked him。
〃Last evening；〃 he said； 〃I was released from jail。〃
The words struck harsh upon my ears。 I had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow； and my heart shrank within itself； when I realised this； for I felt that the day would have been better…omened had he not turned up。
〃There are ceremonies going on；〃 I said； 〃and I am busy。 Could you perhaps come another day？〃
At once he turned to go； but as he reached the door h