The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 9, 1899, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, APRIL 9, 1899. e — - 0\/ S’ and Cdited by irls’ e DAVID HWALKER! ork roth e m afraid or that T can be in danger any more? s if he would ve done m but I would recommend one thing more—go you dut be- s give charge of drag t to the castle, be surely eaten by the dragons—and he 1t Hardfist, and all without any more trouble to you.” r the wa vour house and your lands for my own.” s were in a deep lake. walls, so that the dragons were close prisoners. went to look at them. and smoke that he was cont ). The longer they are pri There were no better 1 i know, HREE stone towers rise above the roofs of the Cas- le of Al-Kabo. Therein, by day and by night, sentinels watch for visitors, welcome otherwise, to the castle. So runs one of the tales that I found in a trunk full of curious things from Arabia. One fine evening, as the sun was setting, there came along the road that winds beneath the castle walls, a little, crooked old man. At his and the castle gates Jung wide open. “Come nd welcome,” said the r of the castle, who was other than the glant “But what hither?” The old b no answer until :ad been fed. Then he I have heard of a cer- ittle man, who is u knows neither on his way to > he has promised to The giant asked, care- be?” The old man took Abraminidin. coming of Prince I Don’t Care. now making the best of the matter for himself. pies grew and flourished and there was no spot in many miles around that was not hidden by the flowers. Birds and beasts and men fell down in deep sleep whenever they drew near the castle, and when the wind blew even Al-Araaf was glad to keep In the castle, closing all the windows and doors tightly. Once he fell asleep, but, being awakened bv the flerce growling of the dragons, he managed to drink an herb tea that kept him awake. he was never happy after that as you may imagine, for he knew that he might easily fall a victim to his own trap and lose his mem- Al-Araaf grew sleek and fat and really had a very good time relgning In the castle from which, by his wit, he had frightened The truth was that Al-Araaf knew nothing about the He had tricked the glant and was Meanwhile the pop- him awaken. panion! But shall be King—ha, quis of Corafix!” ory entirely, as he was on the point of doing when the dragons made One day there landed on the coast, a few leagues from the castle of Al-Kabo, a small man, who was in company of a very large dog that answered to the name of Bloodfillikin. brought the little man upon his back across a wide stretch of water and was now ready, with his brave master, for any adventure. “Yonder,” sald the Prince, pointing with his sword, “is a castle, and I think that we must go In that direction. I promise you that, when we shall have finished our travels and trials together, which will not be until all the glants that I know about are dead, I will give you a castle for your own and there you fEPREZENTATIVS OV | PE pPRELL- Brave Prince I Don’t Care! Was he to sleep away his life in the poppy field? Or would some roving giant or wild beast find him asleep and carry him away te a castle or to a den in the Black Forest? Popples might bloom here forever, one springing up as another faded, and while they grew sleep and loss of memory would make helple all who smelled their fragrance. Around the dog and Prince I Don’t Care the poppics grew and grew and grew, until the brave Prince and his brave hound were hidden from view and their sleep was ever sounder and sounder. An hour—a day—a week—passed and still they slumbered. Al-Araaf, sitting at the giant’s table at breakfast, saw a light dance in through a window of the castle over his head. At first it was like a sunbeam. Then it broadened until it took on the shape of a very sharp, curved sword, which seemed to hang in air over his head. He moved back to get a better look at this queer light, but the sword moved as he moved and he could never get out from under it. “An omen,” he croaked harshly. comes, but 1 will watch and wait.” ‘“Ho! Mighty master!” shouted the lookout in the three castle towers. “A stranger comes—a small man, dressed like a Prince, and beside him is a huge dog! Come and see!" So Al-Araaf went up into the highest tower and looked out toward the ocean and saw Prince I Don’t Care and Bloodfillikin; saw the Prince point toward the castle bravely with his sword; saw the Princa and Bloodfillikin enter the field of popplies; then he laughed loudly as he saw them stagger blindly about and fall and knew that they were asleep and thought that probably they would never awaken. But over Al-Araaf's head waved the sword of light by day and by night. Every morn he saw it as soon as he opened his eyes; every night it was the last object that he gazed upon. He thought much about it. One day the sword was brighter than usual. On its blade “It is a sign that some danger This dog had really On, my brave com- ha, just think of it—Bloodfillikin, the dog, Mar- of glants who had been 1 Lejundire and others. whom you mention is the he comes here we will have to that you say—fearless and beyond w of him that I will neglect noth- as he journeys, Go you, then, out poppies of the Kingdom of Silence, losing all memory of everything that all the land, and they will take root one to cross the fields without falling d did as he was told. A gentle rain hour, and all the highways and all magic, by those poppies that steal said Abraminidin, “and can laugh a half dozen such as he.” man started to say, as if in warning. giant; “how do you dare to hint that I - A L Mg w"‘“”"é}l 4 Have you not done If not"—here Abraminidin raised his huge right ke the old man. work as you would have done it, master,” said their deadly odor. Leave the, Castle Then will the Prince I Don't Care, forth gons vou are enjoying yourself in the company of your st will not let you visit him.” the old man, “I will remain here and will let you I Don't Care is in your power.” scretly glad for this advice, but he pretended at the little old man might not suspect that The giant finally went away and there but the crooked old man, the gilant's with him. ld man, “I can fool a glant pretty well he popples daily and they will never fafl to. | Abraminidin will not be able, when once his own name is, nor will he ever be back to his own castle. This is my castle what a stupid glant! He may wonder why I that the Prince I Don't Care i{s a prisoner or bheen eaten by the dragons. You dared to raise 4 strike me, Abraminidin! Now will I punish r Ha b 2 will be.” The sides were surrounded by The breathed out such ed to g0 away soon. e should break down of mice. The could not escape unless ate that drains the lake. there and get hungry and savage until I want yners the more savage they s in all the world, for mice, can see as well by night as they can by day. therein. with the large as dwarfs. In the name of the Prophet, I, Omar, - son of Mustapha, write: Returning from Mecen, the blessed, whither I had journeyed wpon a pilsgrimage, I saw in the dreat desert a wonderful sight. Seared be mine eyes if I speak other than the truth. Lo, a Roe, mightiest of all birds, stood in my path, nor wowld it move as I drew near. ingd valiant, and trusting that the Prophet wouwld strendthen my strong right arm, I Allah be praised! swift as the Sirocco my scimetar flew to its true aim and the head of the midhty Roc rolled in the desert. Pushing away the carcass I stood dumb with swrprise, for, as Allah liveth, there lay in the sand a Sreat edsd of pure dold of many cubits span—the price of much frankincense and myrrh, and much of sillk and jewels and the precious stuffs of Samarcand and Bag- dad. At the touch of my trusty scimstar the edd was cloven in twain—even into two equal parts. And when this was come about I, Omar, speaking in the name of the Prophet, said, ‘‘Praise unto Allah forever and forever.” From the cloven eds there came forth smoke and fire, and a Genie! as Allah is my jud7ie. said the Genie, and then he was done forever: ‘‘Take from the edd of gold, since thy valor and faith have proven thee to be worthy, the parchment that thow wilt find Hie thee to the mosque in thy native village and there dive to the wise men who shall translate the hidden meaning of the writing wpon which thow shalt gaze one-half the egg of gold for their reward. thine own, thine and thy children’s and thy children's children’s, to the end even of the earth.” I took the parchment and the egd and journeyed. Lo, the demon of greed was with me and whispered: “Take, then, all of the gold for thine own, for the wise men, being thy friends, will not require it of thee. Sreed. But when I came to m native town a certain wise man met me at the city's dates and demanded of me the edd, wherefore I knew that he must have conversed But my heart was stubborn and I laughed in his beard. Ienow of no egg.” And in that howur I wroudht my own rwin, for all the eds was taken from me, and trowbles and losses have been daily mine since I first listened to the voice of cursed greed. Seeing this I went humbly to the wise men and dave to them the parchment, but they would have none of me then, but scoffed and reviled me. Wheretore I have lain the parchment in a chest of the wood of the cedar. name of Allah, kind friend, whose eyes may yet see the parchment, write what thow readest, if read thow canst. So shall the Genie be appeased and peace may yet be mine OMAR, THE SON OF MUSTAPHA. made bold to attack the Roe. Genie. once more. (Translation.) "‘...—nllllllII—I—I—IIIIIIIlvl»*lll.lllll.l—-lll-'! The 2 So said the old man as he hobbled back into the castle to begin his reign. Now this old man was a great magician. histories of the magicians as Al-Araaf. Going to the garden after he was rested he caught a large number He caused them to stand upon their hind legs and, with a few touches of a magic wand, made them grow until they were as He clothed them all In satin, gave every one a name, taught them to talk and then commanded them to serve him as his slaves, which they did. So he had cooks and body servants and also gentinels for the three towers of the castle, rooms for his own and locked the servants out of doors every night. The sentinels he threatened with instant death if they should fail to let him know if any one should come along the highway or across He is known in the He had no mind to live alone. He took Abraminidin's “Ho, ho, ho! On they went. here?” other I listened and was overcome by growled the dog, “that will be as fine as Marquis of Carabas. i e Soon the odors of the poppies came to them. way, in a field of poppies, halfway from the sea to the castle, Prince 1 Don’'t Care began to get sleepy. He knew that some sort of a charm was upon him, but, even as he tried to think, his memory failed him. “Who am I,” he asked of Bloodfillikin, “and what am I doing Alas! Bloodfillikin could not answer, for he had already gone to sleep, forgetting all about glants and his master and about the dangers that threatened him and his master. closed his eyes, his head drooped and down he fell, upon the body of Bloodfillikin, who slept on. were some letters flashing like fire. He read them and they were: EM IBER THE BLACK ROBE. This made him very angry and he was cross to the mouse servants Indeed’ he threatened them so that they all ran away. The swor of light flashed and they all turned into mice once more and Al-Araat Be- To my attentive ears, with all his magle, was not able to stop them as they scampered off. Now Al-Araaf was without servants. “'A pretty King of the Castle of Al-Kabo am I now,” he grumbled, “for there is no one to do my bidding.” In fact all living creatures left the castle—all except the dragons, who roared in their pen horribly all day and all night for food. This dreadful din did not break the slumbers of Prince I Don’t Care and Bloodfillikin in the least, but now Al-Araaf could not sleep at all until there was a strange happening in the castle. A little mouse, having in its mouth a poppy blossom, crept gently and nofselessly under the castle gate. Then came another and another and another. Al-Araaf, who had now to be his own sentinel, since he had driven the mice away, saw the flowers drawing nearer and nearer to the castle gate and it looked as if the whole field were in motion, for the mice were myriads. He could not see the mice for they were hidden under the flowers that they carried. Once within the castle gate the foremost mouse, who was the leader of the band, ran directly toward Al-Araaf with its poppy flower and the others followed. Al-Araaf struck at them blindly and killed some and would have killed them all, but now the sword of light came lower and lower and he could not stop it; and now it flashed as it was lald over his eyes and he saw no more. Muttering some magic_words he fell heavily on the castle floor and was asleep—even like Prince I Don’t Care and Bloodfillikin. Yes, even the mice, who had been turned Into servants of Al-Araaf once more, by the magic words he spoke as he fell, dropped asleep. In their uniforms of brown satin they slept in a ring surrounding Al-Araaf, and the poppies took root in the castle floors and filled the castle, barring the doors and windows with their sleep-giving tendrils so that no one might enter. Upon that same day the sword of light went out from the castle and hung in air above Prince I Don’t Care and Bloodflllikin and withered the poppies where it passed, so that a broad, open path lay in view from Prince I Don’t Cate even unto the gate of the castle. And that night the sword of light burned like a flame and the charm that gave the poppies the power to cause sleep to fall upon men was burned cut by the sword, so it came about that early the next morning Prince I Don’t Care rubbed his eyes sleeplly and then sat up. He had forgotten how he happened to be there, but the sight of the castle at a distance made him remember his errand. The Prince struck Blocdfillikin with the flat side of his sword until the animal was awake. “‘Come,” id the Prince, “we must have been asleep, which was very careless of us. Let us waste no time now, but move on. I am monstrous hungry, I can tell you, and I hope to have some breakfast at the giant's castle.” The Prince and Bloodfillikin moved on together. ‘Within the castle slept Al-Araaf, the charm that he had made to ruin his enemies and to trick the Giant Abraminidin having turned to bring him into danger, while Prince I Don’t Care, having passed through the charm safely and now being proof against it,. moved gaily on to meet with a new adventure—to find Al-Araaf, the magician, and his mouse courtiers and servants as they drowsed. D. H. W. (To be continued.) half of gold shalt be B Y o B B B B ] “Egg? I In the AEE-Ea-E-E-E-E-A-EEea To the castle let us hasten.” Mid- He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Prince I Don’t Care CALIFORNIA TOWINS. . s WITH OUR PUZZLERS AND WRITERS. s 34 g TN AN e e 9NN NIRNIRNIRINININ I RN RN SR+ RRIROLU morning you will see our roll PPt ete e N e N eN e BRI NINIRINIBIRIN SN RGN 02303903803808‘3 8 Francisco; Charles H. Marks, San Fran- . the names of our suc- clsco; Annic McDonald, 1767 Alabama guessers. Such bright Street; Charlie Clement, Sacramento, e Bht Cal; Ned W. Short, Salt Lake City; Mil- If T had a great mys- 54’ Hahn, San Francisco; W. C. Cul- ) solve T would not g0 to hert, 210 Turk street, San _Francisco; ives. No; I would just put Katle Foye, San Francisco; Hazel Wat- rm of a puzzle and print it son, San Francisco; Leroy T. Hutchl o ze,.and the answe vould Eon’ 21 ombard street, San Francisco; ; S Horetis i ould L iward Lewis. Eden Vale, Cal. sible Constance Dewey Houston, 62 Silver stree! Milton 8. Bilverstone, 112 Lyon street; rancisco; Hazel Allen, Allie Akin, S8an ior, brought as nea V. V. Hodgkins, 111 Second avenue, San y to date as pos- Francisco; Mary Billingslea, 317 Turk street, BSan Francisco; Hazel Mont- Sonoma, Cal.; Emily gomery, 1219 Golden Gate avenue, an Francisco; San Francisco; Dorothy Stevens, (9 vears old), $6 Adeline street, Oakland; Alice Partington, 1721 Eddy street, San Francisco; Maggie Baptista, 1925 Geary street, San Francisco; Marguerite Boschke, Hotel Vincent, Los Angeles; E. Gladys Coffin, Dutch Flat, Cal.; Gertrude Donohue, 724B Green street, San Fran- cisco; Alice Donnelly, 11 Perry street, San Francisco; Milton S. Silverstone, 112 Lyon street, San Francisco; Floyd Walker, 1631 Hayes street, San Francisco; Claudie Lombard, 1028 Second avenue, East Oak- land; Mabel Nutting, San Francisco; Ray Koopman, Vallejo: Ruth Heane, Berke- ley; Philip Zipp, Grass Valley, Cal.; Wil llam Walker, 941 Campbell street, Oak- land; Sylvia A. Thiele, Roseville, Cal.; Louise Damkroeger, San Francisco. May Mattera, 8 John street, San Fran- cisco, is also on the roll of honor. A boy whose letter came just An time to_print 1LS l.‘\iarctllus Trebilcox, Grass Valley, “al. Next Sunday we will begin a new rol of honor, and there will be a new roll every week, in which successful guess- ers will find place. To get proper credit, send your answers in early. Puz- zle answers that were crowded out last week by the Easter stories are as fol- lows: Atkinson, Fu. _ Birds—Partridge, linnet, pheasant, Lincoln, Cal.; Nettie V. ene, Or.; Josie James, West Berkeley al.; Edna Lee Cortland avenue, San duck, kingfisher and crow. The puzzles to-day hide the names of California towns or cities. That gives you a chance to study geography. The an- swers to th> tree puzzzles of last Sun- day are as follows: Beech, palm, cedar (seeder), peach (p-each), scrub oak, pear. Dear Editor: T have never seen a letter from the New Almaden mines in The Call, 80 I thought T would write and see if mine would be published. 1 will tell you some- thing about the mines. It is a quicksilver mine and very old There are two little towns about a mile and a half apart. In one town are the shafts, where they get the metal which comes in a rock. Then it is brought to the other little town, called Hacienda, and is burned in the furnaces and goes off in vapor through the long, iron pipes, where it condenses into liquid and is put into flasks and sent away. This is a very pretty little village with one street and a beautiful little stream running in front of it. called the Essequa. It is surround- ed by hills. Every morning I go out on the hills before breakfast and gather wild flowers. It s so lovely that I cannot stay in the house. I have a playhouse, where I cook 'all the vacation. I have a little stove and elght dolls and everything for a playhouse. Papa got me a bicycle last ‘Wednesday, and all I want to do is to ride, I just came from a long ride and T athered a great many wild flowers. The Eills ana vallays are full of them, and when I came home my wheel was all decorated with wild poppies, pansies, but- tercups and primroses. 1 am 13 years old and love to play. I am small for my age. T have lots more to_tell you, but If T write you such a long letter it will not he published, I will write again and tell you about a fishing picnic. Twelve girls and eleven boys are golng and I am one, will tell you about my dear soldier brother in Manila. I like the Boys' and Girls'_page very much. Well, T will say 00d-by. Hoping to see my letter in next unday’s Call, I remain your reader, NELLIE CARSON, New Almaden, Cal. Dear Editor: My papa takes the Dally Call and he likes it very well, but T like the Sunday paper the best, for the Boys’ and Girls' page is very interesting. I like to read the stories and the letters that ara published in it. I am also very fond of poetry, so 1 thought I would compose a little piece myself and send it to you. T am 12 years old. This s my first iet- ter. T would be delighted to see my letter and poetry published. Your little Teader, MAY ADAMS, Oakland. Cal. ———————— On one occasion the Prince of Wales had a hearty laugh at a Hindu school- boy in Madras. The youngsters had been drilled into the vropriety of say- ing “Your Royal Highness” should the Prince speak to them, and when the heir apparent accosted a bright-eyed lad, and, pointing to a prismatic com- pass, asked: “What is this the youngster, all in a flutter, replied: “It's a royal compass, Your Prismatic High- ness.” .,fi.g.@.m.gog.a.uow’ggoaogiogs~gsofiiogsogfiofiosiosiossor», During Rudyard Kipling's stay in 2’8 ¢’ Wiltshire one summer he met little ¥ AN IDEAL MAMMA AS TOM SEES HER. % Dorothy Drew, Mr. Gladstone's grand- & P daughter, and, being very fond of e 100000550154 156 134 55 05+ 020 st B L0502 ¢ K0 S0 o BoRetiotioly Children, 'took her through the grounds and told her stories. After a time Mrs. Drew, fearing that Mr. Kipling must be tired of the child, called her, and said: “Now, Dorothy, I hope you have not OW once there was a mamma (A lovely mamma, too), She didn’t scold when she was told An’ she useter tell 'em, “Yes, dear,” For answer r!er‘e of pie, v id ‘‘Jest trot to bed" Till hal "Bout bad fings chilluns do! st nine went by! S RODE: 01 An’ if somefing went an' tumbled Yes, an’ jest 'cause some ol’ company PSER wearying Mr. Kipling. Gown: came Oh, not a bit, mother,” replied the She’d only say, “Dear, dear!"” She wouldn’t make 'em wait small celebrity, ‘“but he has been (Her cut-glass ~dish, too), she'd Till all.the cake was gone, an’ take Wearying me. A cold lunch orful late! An’ hers wasn’t sech a drefful neat Ol' hou s shoes behind just wish We'd be more careful here. An’ she'd let her boys make candy An’ Kites an’ ships an’ muss —— “Tommy,"” said the teacher to one ot The floor with paste an’ sugar waste chair! the juvenile class, “how many is the An’ never make a fuss! 3 orful bad half of eight?” 2 She wouldn’t call boys in from play. An’ 'folkses er say “On top or sideways?” asked Tommy. An’ have their mice game stopped She ought ter try an’ whip ’em—why, “What do you mean by on top or To make ’em pick up every stic ‘Bout forty times a day! b sideways?” teache “Wh; replied the little fellow, “half from the top of 8 is 0, and half of it sideways is 3!" An’ scrap an’ toy they dropped! inquired the puzzled An’ this lady always tooked her boys Jest every place she could; Would I like this lovely mamma? Why, no, for don't vou see My mamma's jest the sweetest, best If she went away downtown all day In the whole big world for me! She'd bring 'em somefing good; ELLA SEXTON. @OLOLOUOVIVO W S POV LOTINS TOTILE 0 & DOV G VOVOVOTS VOLL 00 GO0 0ORIVO LY @ PO eTe NN @ 4 . . . bad Twenty-One Revolutionary Names, by Viola Hansen, Redwood City, LL of us girls and boys wanted to go to the seashore, so we hired a ’bus to take us there and return. As our road lay through farms we had a great many gates to open and close. The dust was so thick that we were white. Plains stretched away to the right, and everything was green, even close to the road. The roads were so steep we wondered how even two horses could pull us along. Islands could be seen as we neared the ocean. The beach was very stony; points stretched out from the land and were very pretty to sce. We took along with us a dog called Prince. Tony threw sticks into the water for him to swim after. We all walked toward the ocean, and Adam soon got wet by a big wave. Near the ocean was a cave, where people put names. Some one of the boys said: “Look, Charles, towns aré scattered all along the coast.” When we were going home we saw women by a brook washing. Tons of hay near them were being baled. We passed along the road to the leeward of a garden, and could smell the flowers,"and as we drove along a little boy said: “Last night I was adding up a sum terrible long.” All of us remarked the beautiful scenery of the New York towns and cities. As we neared our native city we stopped at a farm, where an old lady asked us if we wanted some milk, and we all said ‘Yes,” so she went out to the cow pens to milk the cows, and as we were Jooking at the chickens we saw a vulture overhead which was chas- ing another bird. As we were drinking our milk Henry was playing a piece on the piano called “Tom Organgrind- er.” Next day Alice Howe, one of our party, went to some new port on the coast up north. Carolina, her sister, went to St. Louis. 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