The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 16, 1899, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, NDAY, APRIL 16, 1899. o) = DavipH waLKE A 508 HIS is another part of the story found in the parchment con- ing h Omar wrote. It tells of the dreams of Al Araaf, the magiclan, who slept while Prince 1 Don't Care and Blood- fillikin, his hound, were draw- ing near to the Castle of Al Kabo. It is also the story of what came of those dreams of the magictan. Now, upon the right hand of Al Araaf there magic ring for protection. the senses of Al Araaf > asleep the ring kept his 15y. As he fell upon the floor the magic ring struck upon a sword that stood d a curtain, and the sword d the magician’s hand so he bled. And the blood the garments of the that touched slumbering mice, and they were all turned to a flery red, and the magic of Al Araaf was with them from that moment. In the dream of Al Araaf his blood was like a wide and the drops swift. Flowing from his veins, mber, so that a trickling rill be- of a great valley set be- until the flood came to ant, Abramintdin, was. Out s unded the castle walls, came ranging tigers, leopards, and all the wild beasts of and they plunged into the flood and drank, of fire and water and spears and ought savagely and each tore the and teeth, yet there was not one quish their enemles, they fought 1en was such a thing ever seen before from the ed abroad Abraminidin. Now, when his ears ild beasts he climbed upon the wall of the he saw that the beasts could not dle by was afraid, for he had the heart of a d the castle, and its waves came closer » tide ever rising, rising. When the flood place left nidin was the wall and So now the giant Abr: , for the flood was ove: g all the flerce wild b ts, calling idin, whom they had come to think he wild beasts crept, their had been. tralned from the every window they glared, bars that had been embedded stle were all the glants who t knotted clubs, reaching from striking them terrifically upon in vain. The wild beasts could not be walls until the flood, rising higher and carried them away. I see that this will at the whole land tw > all the be be neither man the {1d beast 1ts are gone forever own all the land, and the s LRI =N And Al Araaf, the wicked, dreamed again. The red flood was gone away and the land was bare once more. Into the sea every tree and every castle that had belonged to glants ~nd all the flelds had been Ewept by the flood. The soil that had borne fruitful crops was all gone, and below, where the soll had been, was only a world of stone. In all directions were awful mountains of solid black rocks and valleys of flint, in all of which was no living thing. “It does not matter,” said the magician, “T will go hence upon my magic carpet and journey until I find the Blessed Islands, which are surrounded by a high wall, made 80 stout by the magicians who live there that not even the sea can break through it. - There I will feast and dwell.” And Al Araaf, the wicked, dreamed again. Behold, he had jour- neyed over the seas and had entered into the Blessed Islands. Flower- ing gardens and fruit-laden orchards of the apple and the orange and P! h and plum and cherry, and all other fruits of the earth, were e. He saw his brother magiclans, who came forward to greet him 1 to tell him that this should be his home. And he was happy, and never thought once of all the unhappy ones in other parts of the world who had lost their homes and their all and were In distress, for he was wicked. There was upon the Blessed Islands a King of Magicians, who was very bad-tempered. To him came Al Araaf and quarreled. Filled with anger against Al Araaf was the King, and he counsele with his friends what to do. It was not possible to send Al Araaf away; nor would the magic arts of the King work against Al Araaf without bringing trouble upon all the magiclans, for he was the great- est of them all excepting the King. Wherefore Al Araaf, having learned of this determined to make the King a. prisoner in a = BUMPKINS® FIELD DAY, &, WA Y77} Z mountain cave deep under the sea. He opened a great chasm whers the King would pass, and when the King fell in he closed up ths ground and spoke such words over it that even the King was not able to break the spell and get out. Then once more Al Araaf rejoiced, for all the other magiclans were compelled to do his bidding, and he was the King while he should keep the rightful King a prisoner. “It 18 as easy,” he sald, “to put out a King of Magicians from his islands as it was to trick the glant Abraminidin out of his castle. And Al Araaf was very proud of his skill and wickedness. And Al Araaf dreamed again. He was the King of the Magiclans upon the Blessed Island; but he was not at ease. The King, who was imprisoned in the cave under the sea, would not rest until he could secure his own once more, and from his prison He was able to see Al Araaf, and knew all that he did. His charms were not enough to disturb Al Araaf. Wherefore the King, in his anger, burning hotly, said: “T will rend open the earth, even down to its innermost and most awful fires; into this cavern I will let in the sea. The water of the sea shall fill the middle of the earth. The water shall turn into steam, and the steam shall burst open the roof of my prison, and all the Blessed Islands shall be destroyved, since I can no more reign in them. It is ell; for vengeance upon Al Araaf must be mine. He shall not reign. Ungrateful Al Araaf, to whom I gave a home and who has robbed me of my power and cast me into a dungeon!” Filled with fury, the King worked day and night for many days; but only when Al Araaf slept. The King saw the dismal fires in the heart of the earth glowing with white heat, and then, the hour having come, he let in the sea to his cave. The waves rushed in with loud, glad voices and leaped in a sheer fall, and with a mighty shock, far down into the earth. The cave was fllled with steam, which, being imprisoned, shook the earth wtth a great sound and commotion. High as the skies the rocky roof of the cave was hurled. All the earth trembled to its foundations. Not one stone was left upon another of all the mighty castles of the glants in all the world. Rent wide apart by the shock, the Blessed Isl- ands crumbled into the sea and disappeared. Al Araaf, swimming in the sea, which. was now one terrible whirlpool strewn thickly with jagged rocks, made his way painfully to an island, around which the waters surged fearfully. If he had refused to seek safety he might have been still a great magician, but when he sought to save himself, t as any ordina man might do, his magic left him, and he wept. And Al Araaf dreamed again. There was a mighty Prince who came to a high castle, and, beating upon the castle gate ‘with the hilt of his sword, ordered it to swing upon {its hinges; but it was steadfast and would not move. Then the Prince fastened a knot of black cloth to his sword hilt and commanded: “Open, in the name of the Black Robe!" Then the gate was opened by itself, and the Prince came into the courtyard of the castle and drew near the castle door, and having scen that the castle was grown full of poppies he shouted: “Come out, Giant Abraminidin, great coward that you are, and fight Prince I Don’t Care, who is here!"” And then Al Araaf saw the giant Abraminidin come in through the castle gate. “Die, dwarf!” shrieked the giant, as he ran forward, trying to VA strike Prince I Don’t Care with g sword. “Ha! Ha!” laughed Prince I Don’t Care merrily, as he ran behind a huge Tebo tree, which was so large that a regiment might have made their camp under the shade of its branches. Arcund and around the Tebo tree nimbly ran Prince I Don’t Care, anl the giant Abraminidin followed until he was out of breath, but never catching up with the Prince. When the glant was tired he sat down upon a stump of a tree to rest, and the Prince sat upon the ground and laughed at the glant. “Ho, hol lazy bones!" cried the Prince: ‘You are slower than the snails are in my land. Who ever told you that you could run?” Then Abraminidin was furious, and called upon his brother, Hard- fist, who had just come in through the castle gate, to selze Prince I Don’'t Care. Now the boasting Prince was a prisoner once again. “I don’t care,” sald the little man, “this may be a new adventure.” The two giants would have killed Prince I Don’t Care then and there, but Abraminidin saw that the castle doors and castle windows were fllled with popples. “‘Come, brother, let us solve this mystery first, and then we will look out for the little Prince,” sald Abraminidin to Hardflst. But the glants did not get far. The smell of the popples put them to sleep, for the poppies still had power over glants, and they fell upon the floor of the castle. Then they were at the mercy of Prince I Don’t Care. The Prince did not draw his sword. “Tush,” he said, “I will wait until they awake before I fight the giants. But, now, let me see what all this means. Let me play fair, whatever happens!” You will understand that Prince I Don’t Care could not be put.to slexp by the rorpies any more, and as he was not afraid of all the giants on earth he took the chance of thelr waking as he boldly cut his way into the castle among the popples with his sword. This last dream of Al Araaf was real. The Prince soon found him, and by the use of the knot of cloth on his sword hilt, which was a plece of the Black Robe, succeeded in making him open his eyes. Up jumped the magician, now wide awake, the popples having been de- stroyed by the Prince, and Al Araaf shouted: Who are you?” “Prince I Don't Care, at your service.” The magician threatened the Prince. At the same instant, there being no more popples to make them sleep, Prince F Don’t Care having destroyed the plants, the two giants came running swiftly up the castle stairs. Prince I Don't Care was therefore threatened by the two glants on one side and by Al Araaf upon the other. Above the head of the magician the sword of light once more sparkled. That was a dan- gerous time for the Prince. D. H. W. (To be continued.) \ & time there lived in a poor old one-eyed as very very old: so ould barely move about. e was not much to eat or ink in this desert, but every Y blade of grass, vas found a by constantly mov- i fellow managed to to eat and also some- ile tn search of his cus- blade of grass and drink of vway off In the distance tomary water he saw a tree. At the sight of it his onl lit up with g ure, for he knew where there was a tree there are a lot of tr and where there 2 a lot of and where s e is a lot of and where there s a lot of water e a lot of camels. That i{s what the poor old forlorn camel g0 hap- and he gave a loud cry of joy and fast as he could toward it. i he ran, and he ran,.and he ran. 1 that day and all the next h to his surprise, got no ot aid to himself, “that is a nny tree. I have run as s 1 could for two days and one eems as far off as ever.” spped and took a goed look re enough tree, but one r in the desert that I have the distance. But I think 7 1 way from it now, Aga. ramn toward it. nd he ran, and he ran. that day and all the 1l got no nearer to it. and looked at it. 3 enough,” he sald, vhy don't I come to i And he atched his head with his left hind “I must be dreaming,” he again sald, when he looked and still saw the tree just ahead of him. He shut his eye for 3 THE CAMEL AND THE : TREE THAT RAN AWAY SO G @ PATN SO B SO D0 e T @ e RN e 0 "",‘.‘I @ a few moments and again looked. w still there. 1 he scratched his head again, and this time with his right hind hoof, and then he started for it once more. And he ran, and he ran, and he ran. And he ran all that day and all next day, but still got no nearer to it. 8o he gave it up, and seeing a blade of gr; and a drink of water he made haste to eat hig supper. Then he lay down to sleep, and, much to his surprise. the tree lay down, too. “That is @ strange tree,” said the cam- and he got up, and the tree also got It That tickled the camel so he laughed, d the tree laughed, too, which so 1 the old fellow that he jumped s. Then the camel moved back- and the tree moved forward. he camel-moved forward, and the oved backward, and they kept ackward and forward movement 11 night, and in the morning the 1 got mad and again ran after the i he ran, and he ran, and he ran. 1 he'ran all that day and all the next ¥, but got no nearer to it. I guess I will ~ive it up,” he sald. B s very, very tired, so he lay down sleep, but before he closed es he saw the tree lle down too. > old fellow was so worn out that slept for five days and nights, and he awoke he still saw the tree lying down, but he decided to pay no more attention to it. When he arose, the tree also arose. Then, much to his surprise, the tree came toward him, and very soon came was. Then the tree bowed d politely, and sald: “Good ing, Mr. Camel; how are you?” mel also howed politely and an- “I am very well, I thank you. But why did you run away from me?" hy did you run after me?” asked the tree. “I ran after you,” sald the camel, “because I saw you, and knew where there is a tree there are a lot of trees, and where there are a lot of trees there is a lot of grass, and where there {e a lot of grass there is a lat of water, and where there is a lot of water there are a lot of camels. That is why I ran after Mr. Tree.” now where there are a lot of trees,” sald the other, “and if that is all you want I will take you to them.” The two started off, and they walked and they walked and they walked all they walked half a day, when the tree said: “I see them now, I think. But let me get on your back and I will be able to see much plainer.” The camel knelt, as requested, and the tree got on his back and wrapped his roots around him. Then he told the poor old fellow he saw the trees a little off to the right. The camel looked and looked and looked, but could see nothing. “That is because I am higher than you,” said the am tired of walking, and as I am show- ing you the way you ought to carry me. The poor camel was tired too, but he thought It a fair bargalin, and kept on until dark. But still they saw no trees, and he wanted to lie down and rest, but the selfish tree refused to let him. The old fellow begged and begged and begged, but the tree would not get off. Then the camel lay down and tried to roll the other off, but failed. that day and all next day, but still saw tree. “But if you walk real fast we will Then the tree sald: “You had better 1 SOOI g QIS QOUSLS LUOL oD Doty SLY & LIOTX O SLHAOTOTXSLEOLES LEOTE 3 no trees. And the poor old camel got very, very tired. The tree tried to cheer him up, “We will surely find them to-morrow.” But they walked all that day and all the next day and the day after and the day after that, but still saw no trees. After a good night’s rest the tree persuaded the camel to try again, and LD & D SASTADTIOLISLO LS LSTROISTAOLES L & NS LIITRSTRO Lo GLIOTASTASTIOLI S © L SV ONEVO00 @ LU < oy ot 05 LooMIS~ CAL. get to them before night.” They started off, and at first the old camel was so happy to know they were 80 near the trees he forgot all about the load on his back. But toward night he became so tired he could hardly drag his feet along, and he begged the other to get off, but the tree refused to do s0. “Why should I get off?” he sald. “I LTS e .-)\ £ move on.” And the camel said, “I will not!” And the tree said, “You will, or I will choke you!” “You will be hanged if you do,” said ‘the camel. “I will be hanged if I don’t,” swore the tree. Then the camel lay down again, and the tree choked the poor old fellow, and was hanged, just as the camel said he would be. R. W. RIGGS. i A QUIET CHAT WITH OUR YOUNG FRIENDS @ SHONSLIS LS L & LODTOLIOLIS LI LS LIOIOLIOLIO LA & fimmo : -U did not all guess all the puz- zles last week—not by any means. That will be made clear to you by the correct answers, which are given as follows: Sac- ramento, Auburn, Bakersfield, Truckee, Grass Valley (valet), Millbrae (bray), Tres Pinos. Your failures were mostly with the names Grass Valley and Tres Pinos. Those were somewhat hard to find out. The idea was to give only the names of very.well. known Cali- fornia towns. This week you may pur- sue your studies in the geography by making out the names of Callfornia mountains as they are herewith pic- tured. Here is the roll of honor for last week: Allle Akin, 3062 San Francisco (Allie names puzzles and also th War name puzzle cc Searle, 2115 Alameda avenue, Howard Taylor, 524 Willlam land; Raymond de Sanno, V- Twenty-fourth street, solved the town Revolutionary rectly); Edith Alameda; treet, Oak- lejo; Olfvia Wright, Berkeley; Esmeralda Church, San Francisco; Gertrude La aff, 13 Tremont avenue, San Franc Hazet Brier, 1116 Thirteenth st Sacra- mento; Theodore Smith, 1303 BSeventh avenue, East Oakland; Carrie G. Bur- bank, 1761 Alcatraz avenue, Lorin; Lulu Schroeder, Alameda; Grace Lioyd, 207 Sutter street, San Francisco; Mamie Fitzgerald, Gllroy; Hazel Allen, Lincoln, Cal.; W. C. Culbert, 210 Turk street, San Francisco; Hazel Watson, San Francisco; Luella Shubert, Red Bluff; Eimo Bennett, Gilroy; Emelle’ Houston, §2 Silver street, San Francisco; Jean McCloud, 222 Cali’ fornia_street, San Francisco; Leita Rob- erts, 932 Dolores street, San Francis-o; Edna Prosek, 508 Hermann street, San Francisco; Henry A. Hussey, Vallejo; Minnle Kreps, Petaluma; Bertha Mar- . cum, Vallejo. Dora F. Cohn, Folsom, Cal.; James S. Greer, 4120 Twenty-fo reet, San Francisco; Edna Ralph, arado; and Mabel Nutting, San Francisco. Howard Antrim, 2531 Post street, San Francisco, guessed all the puzzles with one exception; Nannie Scott, 1117 Fol- som street, Ban Francisco, and Carrie Austin, 24 Perry street, found that puzzle No. 5 was probably Tomales, but wers correct on all the other puzzles, so the joke is on the designer of the puzzles Who confesses that he had no thougnt of a tamale outfit when he planne puzzle; Gertrude Harrfes, 1361 Jack- son street, Oakland, made No. 5 Vallejo, but had all the others right; Viola Han- cor- sen of Redwood City answered all rectly but one; Philip Zipf of Grass Val- ley oddly enough failed to recognize his own town, but made out all the others. Others who were right with one excep- tion are: Paul Turner, Santa Rosa; Ger- trude O'Keefe, 195 West St. James street, San Jose; Alice Partington, 1121 = Eddy street, San Francisco; Amanda Her- mann, 1139 Shotwell street, San Fran- cisco. One of our puzzlers sent in a nearly correct list from 1530 Eddy street, and forgot to send his (?) name. Two little girls, seeing a picture of two men walking in the town names (puzzles) figured out that the name was San Joa- quin’ (walkin’), which was very ingenious, truly. Stories written by George W. Simonton of Vallejo, Cal.; Isabel \ilkie, 433 Oak street, San Francisco, and Robbie Rhodes, Ukiah, Cal., will be published. Viola Hanson of Redwood City sends the foilowing answers to her Revolution- ary War names puzzle published last Sunday morning: Princeton Ward Adams 11—Put 12—Charl 19—Henry town 20—Morgan —Long Isl- 13—Washing- 21—North Caro- na and ton 7—Stony Point 14—Lee The pictures published this morning, representing the letter carrier bringing answers from the children to the puz- , may be a little overdrawn. Bron- strup was given permission to picture a humorous view of the situation. Fun is something that we all like.