daughter by the name of Miliza, who is as fortunate as her
 father. Take her for your wife when you return home,
 but be careful always to say that all that you have belongs
 to her."
 
The poor man thanked Destiny again and again, and set
 out for home. As soon as he arrived he went straight to
 his brother’s house and said,
 
“Brother, give me Miliza for a wife; you see that I am all
 alone in the world."
 
“T am willing,” answered his brother; “ Miliza is yours.”
 
The bridegroom carried Miliza to his house. He soon
 became very rich, but he always took good care to say,
 “All that I have belongs to Miliza.”’
 
One day, however, as he was admiring his wheat, which
 was the most beautiful that ever was seen, a stranger passed
 by and asked, " Whose wheat is this?"
 
“Tt is mine," answered he, without thinking. But
 scarcely had he spoken when, behold! the wheat took fire,
 and the flames spread all over the field. Without stopping
 to put it out, he ran after the traveler, crying, "Stop,
 sir, I was mistaken; it belongs to Miliza, my brothers
 daughter." ü
 
The fire went out at once of its own accord. He had
 learned a good lesson which he never forgot, and from that
 time thenceforth he was fortunate, thanks to Miliza.