The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, March 5, 1899, Page 32

OU will know that the Lady of the Black Robe, escap- ing by magic from the Three Kingdoms of Zybokar, has- tened to the aid of Alfred and Arthur. You will know also that Egbert, who now wore the crown and name of King Kahtola, ruled with- out betraying that he was Egbert, which was very easy to do while he t Atoll in a dungeon, away from the black dwarfs. 1 Egbert for the present d tell what happened to Alfred, who ep under ground. » good gia lived in the desert of Abo-Kinnaar. > them came the Lady of the Black Robe, disguised as a rabbit. When they saw what they supposed to be a rabbit they all tried to catch it. The rabbit burrowed in the sand and, dig as fast as ever they 14, the rabbit went down a Iittle ter than the giants could go. € ! What is said one of onder that he was surprised, for groping under ground he found Alfred nstead of the rabbit and dragged him >ut to the daylight. “Good day, fine giants,” said Alfred, “and thank you very much.” “Who are you?” “Alfred, son of the good King.” “But how you here?” Alfred told his story, to which the three giants listened with much inter- est. “I am the champlon of the Lady ot the Black Robe,” said Alfred. ‘“‘Help me to find the kingdom of Atreus, the brother of King Kahtola, and 1 will rd you well.” hat say you, brothers? rew: Shall we ““Aye,” said the three giants, ‘“we will do what we can to foil the wicked Atoll and to help the son of the good King.” The rabbit—what of that?” asked tell you; but here are e little bits of fur. Fasten them to aps and they will do you good.” harm,” laughed the three giants. ‘“We need little of charms, for shall stand against our strength?” then told them of the croco- A‘iviles and of the Lady of the Black There e be. was a mighty spider in a cave desert, who spun webs llke a for strength and who was wise efore all things that live in the des- ert. To this cave the giants are come with Alfred, and the spider says: “Alack-a-day—you ask me .the way to the Three ngdo: of Zykobar. If I tell you that will mean death for me. t will mean death to you now,” said Alfred, hotly, at the same time draw- ing his sword, “if you do not tell us. will not be trifled with. Speak.” With a quick movement, s0 quick that neither Alfred nor the giants ir could escape, the great spider threw a web around them. “Ha, ha,” laughed the spider, as the four struggled helplessly, and without strength to break a single mesh of the powerful web, “‘brave talk is cheap. Stay you there awhile until I am ready for my breakfast.” Alfred saw that he had made a dread- ful mistake, but he did not waste any time grieving. “The fur,” he whis- pered to the giants when the ugly spider had gone to sleep. The giants handed the fur to Alfred, who rubbed the three pieces together. To the surprise of all, the fur pecame one piece. Not only that, but there was suddenly a rabbit in the fur. The rabbit, having wonderfully sharp teeth, could, little by little, gnaw the webs apart that the glants were not able to break when the meshes of web were all a source of strength to the web. Quietly but rapidly the rabbit worked: When one rope of the web was gnawed through all fell apart and Alfred and the glants were free once more. The spider awoke, but too late to catch the four friends, who thought best not to deal with the spider any more. Alfred carried away a long rope taken from the spider’'s web. As Alfred and the giants journeyed the sky was dark- ened by a huge flock of birds which were traveling toward the mountains that form the eastern boundary of an unknown land. These birds were larger and more powerful than any eagles. EDITED DAVID They were Rocs—such as you have read about in the ‘“Arabian Nights.” The glants warned Alfred to hasten to bury himself in the sand before the birds should decide to prey upon him. Ala Alfred was about to be torn from his brave and strong comrades. The giants and Alfred hid themselves and heaped the sand above them. . “Brother Rocs,” said the leader of the flock, “I smell the rope of the great spider of the desert. Let us search, for if we find it we need hunt no more, for the rope has power to snare even a lion and to hold him fast. Good luck, I can see from this height that the rope is below me, shining in the sand.” BY - WALKERS Downward from his dizzy height in the air swooped the Roc. The rope had been fastened by Alfred about his walst that he might not lose it. In his haste to cover himself with the sand Alfred had failed to pull all of the rope in out of sight. Without a warning, and just as he was thinking that he had escaped from the awful Rocs, he felt himself whirled through the air at such a speed that he could hardly catch his breath. The rope unwound, and Alfred hung dangling in the air, swinging to and fro, like an enormous pendulum, far above the earth. He would not call out to the glants for fear that he would betray [ e e o o o S o e o o e B e e B e e o e o e e e e e o ] NLY 5 years old, and yet she has been eight times around Cape Horn, has crossed the equator sixteen times, visited half the rts in America, sailed into many of the ports of the old world, played hide and seek in the Orient and the southern seas almost as well niand trader. This little traveler is a native daugh- ter of the Golden. West. Her name is adys Margaret Graham, and she re- to her birthplace after an ab- on the brand new kine M. Phelps re- ys is as bright and as little maiden as ever trod a ship and a thorough sallor lassie. knows all about the spank- er boom, can box the compass and teil fference between the topsail and In an instant she can he ship Willlam“F. Bab- which she was born in San Bay, had fore, main and miz- beautiful a father is the commodore of all fleet of ships. He worked way up in the employ and now ymands the first American sailing built American steel In an yard, the FErskine M. s here two years ago in p William F. Bab- when she arrived at to superintend the new command. His little daughter have accompa- 1 all his voyages, and that omes that Gladys has been around the cape of storms. » New York, Philadel- Baltimore, San Francisco, Port Townsend in the a and Vancouver in Br a; Hiogo, Nagasakl and Yokohama in Japan; Hongkong and Shanghai in China, Newcastle and Sydney in Australia, Honolulu, London and Liverpool and a dozen other places. Yet, like many another child of the sea, the port she likes best is the one she is bound for. “When we are at sea I have lots of fun,” said Gladys. “If it is fine weath- er 1 play around the deck, and when it play in the cabin. When is very rough the ship is rolling it’s great fun to slide along the The sitting room floor is beautifully polished and it makes a fine slide, and the Erskine M. Phelps roils just right to make it nice. I sit down on the starboard side, and when she rolls to port down you go. Then vou have just time to turn around and get ready, when over you go to star- board again. Mamma doesn’t like it $ ® + ; STORY OF A CHILD BY JOSEPH T. MARINER. HANNA. R e e o e S i e e ] very much, because it makes your clothes in an awful muss. ““And, oh! I've got to tell you some- thing. Santa Claus came to our ship when we were at s Wasn't he good? He must have worked awful hard in order to come away off shore and see us. He brought me two dolls and a doll just now. “One day when my dol about t us. Our ship soon passed her, and my papa told me the other vessel was the bark Temuco, from Chile for Puget LITTLE GLADYS GRAHAM PLAYING WITH HER DOLLS IN MIDOCEAN, buggy and some dishes and lots of nice things, but, oh dear, it is such a nuis- Sound. @ e D e Sade_ S 4hde 0 o e e s oo ce G e b e e Sl o Sl o de o de oo o oo @ SOCIETY EVENT IN BOOKLAND. By ALLIE AKIN, SAN FRANCISCO. 1L was excitement “in old Quinn- basset,” for this was the evening of the reception given by Hilde- garde Graham, or as she was more generally known, “Queen Hildegarde,” in honor of the «Asbury Twins,” distant cousins of who had just returned from e, after being_ at -school Qt};:re for tw rears. As they were “‘Quinn- T et Cgiis, and known to all. Hilda ir. had invited all the young people of the village and every one had accepted. To bé honest, the twins were not the only and most important attraction, for there was to be a “really and truly’ Prince present; now the boys tried to throw cold water on their enthusiasm by saying he was ‘only a pretender, to which the girls retorted that they aian’t ‘care if he was, that he was too perfectly lovely for anything! So there. “Alice Deane,” who had won- dered at everything from infancy and was known as “Alice in Wonderland.” took this occasion to wonder what girl he'd aek to go with him. What a hub- bub it caused, for they hadn’t thought of that before. No two could declde on the fortunate one, for every one had a different opinion. The “Doctor’s Daughter,” true Yan- kee that she was, “guessed” that he would take Betty Alden, for hadn’t her folks come over on the Mayflower and wasn’t that as good as having a title? While those who were from the Southern States ‘reckoned” that there wasn't anybody could be compared to their “Lady Jane.” $So the war of tongues wagged on till now the event- ful evening had arrived and you may be sure that instead of it being fash- jonable to be latc it was just the op- posite. Although every one had “Great Lk~ pectations” of it being a swell affair, “Hildegarde's Home,” that quaint old Gladys Amelia Bailey and Susan Anthony Brown—these are you know—and I were playing deck we saw a bark ahead of I think there must be a little girl aboard that vessel that Santa Claus ance; they are visiting on another ship did not get to sea, for after we passed e Loomls the Temuco a big sea broke aboard our ship and washed Gladys Amelia Bailey and Susan Anthony Brown and my doll buggy overboard. They were carried right down to that bark and were taken aboard, I'm sure. Now my papa is go- ing to watch for the arrival of the Te- muco at Victoria, and as soon as she makes port he is going to write to the captain and ask him to send me back my dolls.. And we're going to have a tea party just as soon as they arrive. “I'm going around the Horn again with papa and mamma. From San Francisco we are going to Honolulu. I like Honolulu, but I don’t like the mos- quitoes. From Honolulu we will go to New York with a load of sugar, so we will have to double the cape again. “Have you ever seen Mother Carey’s chickens and the albatross and the fly- ing fish and the sharks? I like Mother Carey's chickens best. They are so pret- ty ard they fly so fast. They get right under the crest of the big waves, and just as you would make sure they would be drowned they give a dart, and there they are right under another wave. And the flying fish are real fish, and their wings are what papa calls ‘elongated fins." They can’t fly very far, and only jump out of the water to escape big fish that are chasing them. “I hope we will make a long stay in Ban Francisco. as I like it better than any place in the world. Perhaps when we get back to New York the ship will be sent here again, and I think that would be just splendid. By that time I will be 6 years old, and mamma says I will then have to stay ashore with grandma and go to school. And I don't want to go to school. I want to live on the sea and be a sallor, like papa.’ P S St S SRR SRCER S ) “House of the Seven Gables.” must have caused a pleasant surprise, judg- ing from the exclamations of ohs and ahs from the girls and “rather neat.” “not bad,” from the boys. And truly, it seemed as though Monte Cristo had lent the magic of his fingers in trans- forming the usual staid. dignified house into a perfect bower of fragrant love- liness. Flowers were everywhere, in the parlors, the library, dining-room. in the halls, while the wide stairs in the hall “looked like one large rose in bloom.” ‘“‘Hildegarde’'s Neighbors,” “The Graysons,” were the first to arrive, and after them came the other guests in quick succession: ‘“Lord Fauntleroy” (in black velvet and curls) and “Dotty Dimple,” “Peck’s Bad Boy” and that good little girl, “Elsie Dinsmeore.” them to the Rocs. The giants, for their part, were surprised when, some time later, they came out from under their piles of sand to find that Alfred was missing. As there were no footprints in the sand to show that Alfred had run away, the glants concluded after a little that the whole affair was one of magic. Then they returned to their desert home. Alfred, far above the earth, dizzy and In great danger, was left alone to do the best he could with- out their aid. At night the Rocs paused to sleep. Alfred’s weight at the end of the rope had been so little for the strength of the Roc to bear that the great bird had not paid any attention to it. When the flocks of birds settled at the edge of a great forest Alfred was seen. He cut the rope with his sword, which he was able to do now that his arms were free, although he could not free himself when he had been in the web with both his arms bound fast. Next he tried to run away to hide, but a Roc seized him and held him fast for the other Rocs to see. This would have been the end of Alfred if he had not had a sudden wise thought. ““Wonderful and wise Rocs,” said he, in a tone of flattery, “behold a mighty magician, who will be your friend if you will let him. I have taken from the great spider of the desert, as you see, a rope, which shows my strength to be great. If I had not magic power could I do that? When you stopped fly- ing you saw me break the rope, which no one of you can do. I was then has- tening to perfect a charm for your good | | | 4 e e e o ‘@m:‘ (5= 1 A S s | ? | Would you believe it? It seems as though “Polly Oliver’s Problem” had been solved by spending “A Summer in a Canyon,” for she came in smiling with “David Copperfleld.” Then “Jack and Jill” talking of that candypull which we all know never came off. “Dame Durden” and “Martin Chuzzle- wit” were followed by that “Old Fash- fon Girl,” “Hope Benham,” who was with “John Halifax.” Next “Donald and Dorothy” came tripping in, happy that they were brother and sister after s0 many cruel doubts. “Gypsy Brey " came with the “eight cousins,” “Tom Sawyer’ and “Huckleberry Finn,” the “Six Boys from Ingleside,” ‘“Ragged Dick,” “Rough and Ready,” “Mark the Match Boy,” “Tattered Tom,” “Julius, the Street Boy” and ‘“Bob Burton,” the “Seven Little Sisters,” “Five Little Peppers” and all the rest of the young people. All this time every one was on the lookout for the Prince. Suddenly the band struck up and in came “Bon- nie Prince Charlie,” and leaning on his arm, not “Betty Alden” of Pilgrim de- scent or “Lady Jane” of Dixie land, but “Ramona,” that beautiful Californian. She was simply attired in a gown of white, with a cluster of golden eschsch- oltzias at her bosom, while two half opened ones nestled in her raven hair. “T'd ‘like to have ‘Ben Hur,'” said Gypsy, later in the evening, to ‘Huck Finn,” which remark almost made that democratic gentleman drop his plate of ice cream in disgust. Then he told her of his experience with the Dauphin and Duke, and converted her to the belief that the nobility were a “rotten lot,” while in the library a number of the TO- A -LITTLE GIRL FRIEND. BY CHARLES ELMER UPTON. ONELY gleams the firelight. With the potent love-wand, such as angels know. ~ ‘Build again the castles that have fallen: low. Clasp thy arms about me, let each dainty curk Be a claim that binds thee nearer to my heart. fihudhood.’s hour is passing, soon we two must part: \ when one of . our number stopped me. The rope will be yours if you will let me finish my work. But I cannot end up my work here now, as you have broken the charm. “I am in search of the Three King- doms of Zybokar. There must L now go. The distanee is far. Help me to get there and I will reward you. But should you refuse to help me, beware of my vengeance.” This speech so moved the Rocs that the leader of the flock agreed to carry Alfred to the Three Kingdoms. “Only one may go with me,” said Al- fred, wisely. He thought that he would find a way to deal with one Roc, even the largest and the flercest of. the flock, but knew that he would be betrayed to the ven- geance of the Black Dwarfs by the presence of a great flock of Rocs, who would not fail to inquire into the reason for the appearance of so many strange 51 o opoy Bk “:'Qs// 47 v ‘I may annoint the end of the ;‘n};x?e IThenythe charm will be good. Then you-will be a magician, as I am, and you will be able to rule over every jand that is shadowed by your .Fxflghly wings. Fly low and follow me. The Roc did as he was commanded. The black dwarf who was plowing ran toward Alfred to seize him. Alfred took old of the end of the spider web rope and threw it in a noose over the head of the dwarf. “Fly away, fly away,” screamed Al- fred, ‘for he has spoiled the charm and will ruin us both.” The stupid Roc obeyed, and as the rope tightened the black dwarf was swept aloft in the air. The rope was around his body. so that it did not pre- vent him from crying out to the other dwarfs in the fleld, “Save me.” The dwarfs hurled stones with slings at the Roc who, seeing so many ene- mies, decided to go as far away as pos- sible. Alfred hid behind a tree until all the Adwarfs, racing over the hills in pursult of the Roc, had gone out of sight. Then he went into the farm house, which was birds in their land. He also feared that he never could escape from so many Rocs if he did not get away now. Still hanging by his spider web rope, but now sitting easlly in a swing, Alfred was carried away the next morning by the Roe. “There,” said the Roc, looking down, “gre the Three Kingdoms of Zybokar.” “Then we will go down.” The Roc flew down to a farm, where a black dwarf was plowing. “This is the very place,” sald Alfred, “for me to perfect my charm. Let me go to that spring of running water, -~ Come, dear Tttle girk™T N ! comé~to iim il s girls were discussing ‘“Ramona,” call- ing her one of ‘those” girls from the wild and woolly West. A number of the young men were in the hall listening to “Roger Granger” tell of the beauties of the land of “‘sunshine, fruit and flow- ers.” It made such an impression on them that I expect to meet them any day in this city by the Golden Gate, or hear of them in the South—the land of 7 | /Ez/ - ANy 5 ~ IME. the cruel wizard, will si4: \ny?glidin veett| At the fateful crossing wherei& Promise me, oh, darling I—whiper fow, my dear. That the precious secret .only | may hear— When eternal splendor gilds this earthly shore quite deserted. He ate a good dinner, cooking it himself. and was pleased be- cause his plan had worked so well. “Ha, ha,” he chuckled, “T have done a very good day’s work, for I am in the Three Kingdoms of Zybokar. I have rid myself of the Roc and the black dwarf who owned this farm both at once, and I am feeling very well.” How fared Arthur, the third son of the good King, who was, when we last saw him, struggling against a quick- sand that was threatening to swallow him? We shall see. D. H. W. (To be continued.) life’s highways rhjet. U greet me as the child of yore! D e e e T R e S R S R Y | “Ramona.” So the evening was spent, and when the sweet sad strains of “Home, Sweet Home” was heard, all of our friends— “Our Mutual Friends"—gave three cheers for “Queen Hilda.” Scon “The House of Seven Gables” was all in quietness and the Maule roses swayed gently back and forth to the music of Alice Pyncheon’s harp. CLEVER SCHEME COF LITTLE DON. BY ELSA HUGG, FTER little Don had tasted Mrs. Baker’s apple butter he made a point of going across the street to see her every afternoon. Each time he was treated to a saucer- ful of the dainty and some fine light bread. This was because Mrs. Baker loved children and knew what was good for them. One day he appeared a little later than usual, and found Mrs. Baker in the dining room, dressed to go out. “Ah, Don, you are the very one I have been wanting to see,” sald she, gladly. “] was just going over to ask your mother if you could go with me to the park. Wouldn't you like to row on the lake?” “No,” said Don, firmly, as he looked about the room for some sign of the apple butter. “But you will have a ride on the mer- ry-go-round besides. Then there are the donkeys and the bears.” S Gnay, BY BRONSTRUP THE NAMES OF TEN SAN FRANCISCO STREETS AS PICTURED TO PUZZLE YOU. SAN FRANCISCO. % gon'.t care for those things any more,” said Don. With this he fastened his eves on the door of the closet where the apple butter was kept, and heaved a very deep sigh as he wondered how Mrs. Baker could be so forgetful. Why, what is the matter with you, Don?” asked the lady as she finished buttoning her glove. .~Oh, nothing much!” burst from him, lCl)(nly Id d(}y]n't care to hear about the ake and the merry-go-round, donkeys and bearst - e 1 like to what do you “Mrs. Baker”—and Don gazed at her as though she had done him a wrong, and spoKe in his softest, sweetest tone— just let’s talk about the apple butter.” Mrs. Baker laughed so she had to sit down. When she arose she went to thai closet for a sauceroverflowing with ap- ple butter and some sponge cake. After Don had éaten he said he was ready for the lake and the merry-go-round, and the donkeys and bears. He also sald }dlsraoped they would not get back till heax