grew sour and people were sorry for him all the time. finally his name was changed to 'the unlucky one,' which sounds bad to the ear. he used to wander about alone a good deal. one morning he saw an old woman gathering wood by the side of a river. the unlucky one was about to pass the old woman when she stopped him and asked: "why are you so sad in your handsome face? why is that sorry look in your fine eyes?"
"because,' replied the young man, 'i am the unlucky one. everything goes wrong with me, always. i don't want to live any longer, for my heart is 