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The Jolly Chinee

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Title:
The Jolly Chinee
Added title page title:
Brownies
Creator:
Veale, E. ( Author, Primary )
Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924 ( illustrator )
Hubbard Publishing Co ( Publisher )
Place of Publication:
Philadelphia
Publisher:
Hubbard Pub'g. Co.
Publication Date:
Copyright Date:
1896
Language:
English
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.

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Subjects / Keywords:
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896 ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1896 ( rbgenr )
Baldwin -- 1896
Genre:
Children's stories
Fantasy literature ( rbgenr )
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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General Note:
With: The busy Brownies / illustrations by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale. [Philadelphia : Hubbard Publishing Co.], c1896. -- and 10 other books.
Statement of Responsibility:
illustrated by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale.

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We Wo Wane was a “ Jolly

Chinee.” From the time he opened his



lz funny almond shaped eyes in the
| : : morning, until sleep closed them for :
him at night, he laughed and chatted and sang the mer-
riest kind of songs. He liked the sun ete it always
seemed so bright and happy—he loved to be out init. He
liked all sorts of flowers, the gayer the better for him, he
liked his clothes the brightest; everything must be brilliant
and sparkling to please We Wo Wang, the “Jolly Chinee.” »
We Wo Wang had two sisters who had funny almond
shaped eyes just like his and long straight black hair, like
his also. But they did not weara pig tailas We Wo Wang
did, they piled their hair on top of their heads, and dress-
ed it beautifully, they thought, with fancy pins and tiny .
fans. They wore queer little shoes, that were so tight

they pinched their toes dreadfully, and made them Sway





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from side to side as they walked along. One day We
Wo Wangsaid to his sisters, “My dears, I am sure if
pletredil might walk down those balusters. I think I
_ might do it gracefully too, I know just how I would bal-
ance myself.” His sisters were horrified at the idea and
begged him not to try, but We Wo Wang was determined.
He mounted the rail, opened his fan, fluttered it from side

to side, and commenced the descent,




The servants hearing of
their master’s doings hurried @@
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Pion But alas, for poor We Wo Wang |
his foot slipped and he came crashing
down to the floor. Away flew his hat,
away flew his fan. Servants rushed to
pick him up, and his two little sisters came hobbling down
the stairs as fast as ever they could, expecting to see We
Wo Wang battered to pieces. There ere no bones
broken, and arnica and court plaster soon made him pretty
comfortable. - But there was something hurt past Healing :

and that was We Wo Wang’s pride. It grieved him to







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think his servants had seen his failures. It was bad
enough for his sisters to have been witnesses, but it was
dreadful to have these chattering servants laugh and
joke over his downfall. ‘He made up his mind to punish
them for having so much curiosity, so he had one of them _
carry him into the hall, prop him up with pillows, and
then he ordered them to walk down the balusters, one
after the other while he sat and watched their defeat just
as they had witnessed his. The servants were greatly
terrified when they heard this command, but Ol course:
a they all had to try, because they dared

not disobey their master’s command.



One after another they mounted the
Stairs and took their positions to descend, but not in the
way We Wo Wang intended. Off they tumbled, one
after another bruising their poor bodies and wishing they
had kept out of the way, na not been.so curious. We
Li Ho came very near coming down in safety but near the
bottom, his foot slipped, and he too fell down. As We
Wo Wang sat and watched them, he laughed hard enough

to split his sides, for no one was ableto accomplish the feat.



BOMBA TID MERRY OLD KING.

THERE is an island to the south of Italy
called Sicily. The weather is beautiful there,

and flowers and fruits grow most plentifully.



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Here, so the story goes, lived a King called Bomba. Bom-
ba was known as the merry old King, for he loved to play
and romp and frolic, notwithstanding the fact that his
hair had grown white as the driven snow, and his beard
had also been touched by Time's frosty hand.

He lived in the royal palace with no one but his ser-
vants,more thana ons of whom were kept to amuse and
entertain this fun loving sovereign. The grounds around
the court were all devoted to his pleasures. There He.
played tennis, or enjoyed a game of ball, or else rigged
himself in his suit, and became one of the players in a jolly
game of foot-ball. If Bomba did not feel like taking part
in the game, he would order his servants to play in their

very best style, perhaps he would be umpire, or perhaps



he would make himself comfortable, and devote ae time
to enjoying the fun.

Bomba loved to roll a hoop. His was made of the
most beautiful red gold, and the stick he used for rolling
it was nothing less than his own jewelled sceptre. It
was the funniest sight to see Bomba dashing” after the
hoop, his crown, pulled tightly down on his head,gleam-.

ing in the sun light, and his purple gown, richly trimmed



with ermine flying about him in all Aieenone The mar-
bles he used were made of gold, and his tops were of gold
too, set with precious stor _s of every kind and color. How
they sparkled and gleamed as the top went spinning
around and around and how old Bomba clapped ode
and roared eh delight.

Now people thought and they dared do no more than

think, that their King was crazy. You see if this had



reached Bomba’s ears there is no telling what might have
happened to the person who said it. But still the people
had their own thoughts, and they felt very sad to think
their King was really nothing but a foolish, fun loving
child. They wished some one wise and good might wear
the purple robe, and the jewelled crown, and use the royal
sceptre for some better purpose than rolling a golden hoop.

One morning after Bomba had eaten





his breakfast, and a good meal it was too,

Se

” he called his jester to him. He told him to



summon his entertainers, bid them dress in their mer-
riest costumes, and hasten to the great court garden.
Tite jester went to do his bidding, and one and all wonder-
ed what scheme old Benes now had. They were all pres-
ent when the King came among them. He gazed at them,
laughed merrily at their rigs and told them that now he

was ready for a game of leap frog, they should take turns

at being the frog, while he did the leaping. This soon























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































became a favorite sport with the King, and every day he
would spend a portion of the time in this kind of play.
‘People from all around came to see this merry old King
indulge in the games and sports which children toe But
alas for the King, he tried the game once too often. One
day when he had been having a particularly jolly game
and been more reckless than was. his Tone he tried to
jump over one of his servants who was very valle but ine
missed his leap, slipped and fell, and lay a helpless heap,
never to rise again. The courtiers gathered around him,
trying todo something for him, for at first they thought
he was only stunned, but all the doctors could do nothing,
-and at last they realized that their King was indeed dead.
It was asad death for the merry old monarch, and all the
people pitied him, even though he had been nothing but
a foolish old King, and they missed his merry laugh, and
his kind gentle face. They missed him more and more as
the days went by, and there was no ian in thepalace. The
NeXt King was a very stern, hard master, and they often
wished they were again living under merry old King

Bomba, though he did spend most of his time in idle sport.



THE BALKY MULE -OULWITTED.

AMONG a forest of
cypress, fir and pine
A my . | trees stood the palace of

old Sultan Allah Baba,



with its cupolas and
domes towering high
above the wilderness
of trees. It was built

of white marble and



kept always at the
order the Sultan, gleamingly white and beautiful. The
windows were of the most gorgeous colors, through which
the sun brightly shone, sending rainbow-like shadows in
and around the rooms of the palace. At night the place
was lighted by jewelled studded lamps which were hung

from the ceilings by great silken cords.

Allah Baba had once been a tall, stately young fellow



Sd a but the happy easy life he had led
Ke together with the many dainties
yak daily filled his table had added
many pounds to the Sultan’s weight.

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thought and thought



but all in vain. Finally he sent for one of the wise men
of his court and stating the case to him, asked what he
should do. |

“Your case is easily settled, your Highness,” said he.
“Tam sure you would soon be as slender as a young wil-
low if you would only ride a mule.”

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“T will re , jj ward you
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efforts.” ! : No time
was lost in Hi S27! buying the
mule and of | course they
tried $b mser|e ee 3 lect the very
best in all the land. The Sultan came from the palace to
examine the new treasure, and smiled approvingly at the
animal's long ears and shaggy coat.

“Now [Tl mount him,” said Allah Baba, “and go
dashing away on my first ride.”

It was easy enough to mount, but the dashing away

did not follow. Not one inch would the mule move.



Allah Baba coaxed and pulled but for nought, his mule.
- ship would not stir. | |

“Cut mea stick,” roared Allah; I'll teach him a lesson
or two.” But the stick likewise proved useless. At last
Allah grew desperate.

“ A fortune,” said he, “to the man who makes this






miserable beast move! ”
“T’ll earn it in no time, your Highness,” said
one of his servants. Right to work he went and

s“<, after several hours, labor he rigged




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went, this time without the least trouble, for old longears
had to go whether he would or not. The wind filled the
sails, and the mule was surprised at himself to think he
could go so fast. As they sped along over the road
everything and everybody fled before them, for they knew

not what to make of the queer looking object. It was a
) lively ride for the old Sultan, but what pleased him best
of all was the conquering of the balky mule, and he was
really conquered too. For several days the old Sultan
took his daily ride on his sail ‘rigged beast, but one day |
he decided to try him without all these things, so he told
his servants to bring him to the door with nothing but a

saddle and bridle on. They obeyed, but were quite sure
that when their master attempted to make the mule BO,
he would again show his ugly temper. Great was their
surprise therefore to see him start off at just as rapid a
rate as ever, as soon as their master mounted his back,
‘ showing that he had discovered that the Sultan was mas-
ter of the situation. He never again was obliged to use
the device which had been so useful to him, but always

found his mule ready to obey his slightest word,



We Winco Wowas alittle yellow

chinaman. He belonged to one of

the best families, as any one could -



tell from his red and yellow girdle. That he never worked
a day in his life might also be told by the great length of
his finger nails, of which he was wonderfully proud. iste
was also proud of his round, plump figure, for Chinamen,
you know, like to be fat. Like the rest of his countrymen
he had almond shaped eyes, and wore his shiny black
hair in a long, carefully combed pig tail.

We Wing Wo was very fond of good things to eat,
and he thought no one could cook I

these good things as well as his Sela





vant Ho Che Lee. How old We
Wing Wo would smile with delight B
when the bird’s nest soup was set 2.

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could make his
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dainties graced his
table. But above
all thames: AWVe
Wing Wo loved a cup of good, strong tea. It seemed to
drive away all cares and troubles. Ho Che Lee always
kept some ready in a funny brown tea-pot. |

We Wing Wo had never. been to sea, and he oe
siezed with a wild desire to try a trip on the briny deep.
One day he called his faithful Ho Che Lee to him, and
telling him his wish bade him pack ahamper with eatables,

hunt up a boat and prepare to take the journey with him.



Poor Ho Che Lee shook with fear at such a prospect but
he dared not question his master’s order, and so went away
to do his bidding. When all was ready Ho Che Lee sug-
gested that it might be: better to: take with them some-

Bu a body who knew a thing or
~, two about a boat. We






Wing Wo agreed to
this, a fellow was found
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poor We Wing Wo

wished he was on

sicker every minute.
Metis so iome, Said “ie:
“ Sailing is no pleasure at all.” |

It was easy enough to say go home but try as (hey
might neither the sailor nor Ho Che Lee could marage

the boat.

“ Throw out a line,” said We Wing Wo,“ and see how



deep itis.” Out went the iine, and out went luckless Lee,
not to drown however, for after much pulling he was
landed safely in the boat. |

How all of them longed for shore, and how very
small their chances of getting there did seem! But fate is
sometimes kind, and so she proved herself this time.

Some men had been watching the boat from the shore
and had seen the
poor fellow’s sorry
plight, so they tied
a rope round the

waist of one good







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and sent him to the
rescue. He swam

out to them, fasten-

ed the rope to the

bew, and with many



long strong pulls
We Wing Wo was

hauled to shore.





THE MONKS’ VICTORY.

THE pale moon never shed her
light nor the stars never twinkled
over a more sorrowful spot than
the little village of Thimble Top.
Everything was once so bright and
happy, and Care and Trouble were
strangers, but now they had come
among the villagers as most un-
welcome guests, and there they

seemed to mean to stay.




The trouble was caused by Diddle Dee, a
wicked merciless tyrant who captured little child-
ren and put them to cruel tortures. He lived in a mighty
castle so strongly barred and bolted that no one could en-
Ler. aTinere was scarcely a house in the village but had
suffered from the ravages of this Greadhil Diddle Dee.

Mothers who thought they watched their little ones most



carefully, turned their backs but for an instant and the

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pilgrimage. As they rode through the streets news of

the sad goings on reached their ears and filled their hearts



with deep sorrow. They were
wise as they were goodand they
went straight to work to find
some way out of the difficulty.

“We will go boldly to Did-

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of the wicked fellow, and with the aid of his brother monk,
plunged him into the pot.

The water was hot and Diddle Dee screamed for



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promise to eave this country and your wicked work for-
ever? We will take you to a place where you can do
much good, and perhaps blot out some of your wicked
past.” |

Diddle Dee was only too glad to promise anything,
and when he was lifted out of the pot stood before the
fathers a humbled and sadder man.

The monks tied Diddle Dee to his own iron bed for
they had no wish to lose their prize. Then they looked
around to see what they could find. Quantities of good
things filled the larder, and they soon had the air heavy
with the delicious odor of cooking food. When all was
finished one of the monks rode to the village to tell the
Aone villagers of their victory

and to bid them celebrate the &



event with them in feasting.



The feast which the monks had ,
prepared was truly wonderful, and j

surpassed anything that had ever



been held in the village before. It
was indeed an occasion for great joy, since now the village
was free from the ravages of this terrible creature, whose
evil deeds had made life almost
a burden, especially to those
who had little ones in their
families, therefore it is not sur-
prising that the monks found |
people so ready to accept their
invitations. Everybody came,

old and young, and the place



was crowded. Speeches were
made, thanks were offered and cheer after cheer went up
for the bene good monks. Happiness once more reigned
in the village and Diddle Dee found that
good deeds SrOnent more satisfaction

than cruelties. This was a great victory



and the people never forgot the kindness of the monks.



TALE OF THE OSTRICH be NE Re

Dip you ever hear of a bird that could not tye iat
seems odd does it not, but a bird called the ostrich be-
longs to this family. Its wings are so tiny that they are

of little use to him, except that while








running they spread out and catch the air.

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“Catry him across
the country as rapidly as the swiftest horse. The long

neck of this bird is covered with soft, downy plumage, but



its body is covered with the beautiful, graceful plumes
that are used for trimming our hats and bonnets.
The home of the ostrich is in the hot sunny desert

land of Africa. It is a very tall bird measuring six feet





and sometimes eight. Its food is principally grass and

grains, but it picks up and devours sand and pieces of

stoneand bone. It will also eat insects, small birds and



snakes. Large numbers of them will feed together; im fact
they live in flocks, often of great size. The mother bird
before Tee her eggs Scratches a hole in the ground,
thus melee hernest. She lays ten or twelve eggs in the
same place. In the daytime she allows the heat of the
sun to hatch eo but at night she sitson them and keeps
them warm. Thesé eggs are said to weigh three pounds
apiece and to be good to eat. The father ostrich some-
times grows weary of the long term of hatching, and
breaks the eggs before the tiny bird is ready to come out.

The feathers of the ostrich are worth a great deal of
money. Sometimes the birds are hunted by natives on
horseback, and the horses are trained for this long tedious
ride for a great while—the bird is not easily caught by its
pursuer.

There are farms called ostrich farms, whete the birds
are raised in great numbers. The eggs are set and the
baby ostriches hatched, watched and cared for until they
are old enough to yield the peel plumage. °

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es, as he wanted to get a lot of nice feathers and some of
the birds to send away toa museum. So he started out

on the desert to hunt his prey. Pretty soon he came upon |



an ostrich that was resting in the sun, and raising his gun
to his shoulder, he fired. He wounded the bird so that it
could not walk very fast, and thinking that he would be ©
able to capture it, if he could wound it in such a manner
as to stop its walking, he crept carefully toward it, and
stooping down attempted to cut off its leg with his sharp
strong sword. He felt quite sure oF his prize now, -but
had not counted on what was going to happen. The
ostrich is a very wise bird, and this fellow knew that he
had the hunter just where he wanted him—completely in
his power. What do you tne that ostrich did? ie
dropped right down on top of the poor hunter, completely
hiding him from view... That poor hunter wished he had
not been so foolish as to get so near the huge bird, at least
we suppose he wished so, but we shall never know just
how he did feel, for shee the ostrich at last arose, there
lay the poor hunter just as flat as a pan-cake, looking very
much as if he had been under a heavy rolling machine.
eRine ostrich hurried away as fast as he could go, leaving
the poor hunter to his fate. We see what a powerful bird

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AUTHOR OF eae

-\*

THE BROWNIES.

STORIES BY

ae) Vol AN

THE FAIRY TALES AUTHORESS.


irl Orbe Lina

We Wo Wane was a “ Jolly

Chinee.” From the time he opened his



lz funny almond shaped eyes in the
| : : morning, until sleep closed them for :
him at night, he laughed and chatted and sang the mer-
riest kind of songs. He liked the sun ete it always
seemed so bright and happy—he loved to be out init. He
liked all sorts of flowers, the gayer the better for him, he
liked his clothes the brightest; everything must be brilliant
and sparkling to please We Wo Wang, the “Jolly Chinee.” »
We Wo Wang had two sisters who had funny almond
shaped eyes just like his and long straight black hair, like
his also. But they did not weara pig tailas We Wo Wang
did, they piled their hair on top of their heads, and dress-
ed it beautifully, they thought, with fancy pins and tiny .
fans. They wore queer little shoes, that were so tight

they pinched their toes dreadfully, and made them Sway


Shepp ae CREE ee
from side to side as they walked along. One day We
Wo Wangsaid to his sisters, “My dears, I am sure if
pletredil might walk down those balusters. I think I
_ might do it gracefully too, I know just how I would bal-
ance myself.” His sisters were horrified at the idea and
begged him not to try, but We Wo Wang was determined.
He mounted the rail, opened his fan, fluttered it from side

to side, and commenced the descent,




The servants hearing of
their master’s doings hurried @@
~ from all parts of the house to see the \
Pion But alas, for poor We Wo Wang |
his foot slipped and he came crashing
down to the floor. Away flew his hat,
away flew his fan. Servants rushed to
pick him up, and his two little sisters came hobbling down
the stairs as fast as ever they could, expecting to see We
Wo Wang battered to pieces. There ere no bones
broken, and arnica and court plaster soon made him pretty
comfortable. - But there was something hurt past Healing :

and that was We Wo Wang’s pride. It grieved him to




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think his servants had seen his failures. It was bad
enough for his sisters to have been witnesses, but it was
dreadful to have these chattering servants laugh and
joke over his downfall. ‘He made up his mind to punish
them for having so much curiosity, so he had one of them _
carry him into the hall, prop him up with pillows, and
then he ordered them to walk down the balusters, one
after the other while he sat and watched their defeat just
as they had witnessed his. The servants were greatly
terrified when they heard this command, but Ol course:
a they all had to try, because they dared

not disobey their master’s command.



One after another they mounted the
Stairs and took their positions to descend, but not in the
way We Wo Wang intended. Off they tumbled, one
after another bruising their poor bodies and wishing they
had kept out of the way, na not been.so curious. We
Li Ho came very near coming down in safety but near the
bottom, his foot slipped, and he too fell down. As We
Wo Wang sat and watched them, he laughed hard enough

to split his sides, for no one was ableto accomplish the feat.
BOMBA TID MERRY OLD KING.

THERE is an island to the south of Italy
called Sicily. The weather is beautiful there,

and flowers and fruits grow most plentifully.



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oon

Here, so the story goes, lived a King called Bomba. Bom-
ba was known as the merry old King, for he loved to play
and romp and frolic, notwithstanding the fact that his
hair had grown white as the driven snow, and his beard
had also been touched by Time's frosty hand.

He lived in the royal palace with no one but his ser-
vants,more thana ons of whom were kept to amuse and
entertain this fun loving sovereign. The grounds around
the court were all devoted to his pleasures. There He.
played tennis, or enjoyed a game of ball, or else rigged
himself in his suit, and became one of the players in a jolly
game of foot-ball. If Bomba did not feel like taking part
in the game, he would order his servants to play in their

very best style, perhaps he would be umpire, or perhaps
he would make himself comfortable, and devote ae time
to enjoying the fun.

Bomba loved to roll a hoop. His was made of the
most beautiful red gold, and the stick he used for rolling
it was nothing less than his own jewelled sceptre. It
was the funniest sight to see Bomba dashing” after the
hoop, his crown, pulled tightly down on his head,gleam-.

ing in the sun light, and his purple gown, richly trimmed



with ermine flying about him in all Aieenone The mar-
bles he used were made of gold, and his tops were of gold
too, set with precious stor _s of every kind and color. How
they sparkled and gleamed as the top went spinning
around and around and how old Bomba clapped ode
and roared eh delight.

Now people thought and they dared do no more than

think, that their King was crazy. You see if this had
reached Bomba’s ears there is no telling what might have
happened to the person who said it. But still the people
had their own thoughts, and they felt very sad to think
their King was really nothing but a foolish, fun loving
child. They wished some one wise and good might wear
the purple robe, and the jewelled crown, and use the royal
sceptre for some better purpose than rolling a golden hoop.

One morning after Bomba had eaten





his breakfast, and a good meal it was too,

Se

” he called his jester to him. He told him to



summon his entertainers, bid them dress in their mer-
riest costumes, and hasten to the great court garden.
Tite jester went to do his bidding, and one and all wonder-
ed what scheme old Benes now had. They were all pres-
ent when the King came among them. He gazed at them,
laughed merrily at their rigs and told them that now he

was ready for a game of leap frog, they should take turns

at being the frog, while he did the leaping. This soon

















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































became a favorite sport with the King, and every day he
would spend a portion of the time in this kind of play.
‘People from all around came to see this merry old King
indulge in the games and sports which children toe But
alas for the King, he tried the game once too often. One
day when he had been having a particularly jolly game
and been more reckless than was. his Tone he tried to
jump over one of his servants who was very valle but ine
missed his leap, slipped and fell, and lay a helpless heap,
never to rise again. The courtiers gathered around him,
trying todo something for him, for at first they thought
he was only stunned, but all the doctors could do nothing,
-and at last they realized that their King was indeed dead.
It was asad death for the merry old monarch, and all the
people pitied him, even though he had been nothing but
a foolish old King, and they missed his merry laugh, and
his kind gentle face. They missed him more and more as
the days went by, and there was no ian in thepalace. The
NeXt King was a very stern, hard master, and they often
wished they were again living under merry old King

Bomba, though he did spend most of his time in idle sport.
THE BALKY MULE -OULWITTED.

AMONG a forest of
cypress, fir and pine
A my . | trees stood the palace of

old Sultan Allah Baba,



with its cupolas and
domes towering high
above the wilderness
of trees. It was built

of white marble and



kept always at the
order the Sultan, gleamingly white and beautiful. The
windows were of the most gorgeous colors, through which
the sun brightly shone, sending rainbow-like shadows in
and around the rooms of the palace. At night the place
was lighted by jewelled studded lamps which were hung

from the ceilings by great silken cords.

Allah Baba had once been a tall, stately young fellow
Sd a but the happy easy life he had led
Ke together with the many dainties
yak daily filled his table had added
many pounds to the Sultan’s weight.

He liked this change in his appear-














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w2, head covered the growth of snowy
hair, but no such device hid the whiskers from sight.

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load of flesh.” |

Allah Baba
thought and thought
but all in vain. Finally he sent for one of the wise men
of his court and stating the case to him, asked what he
should do. |

“Your case is easily settled, your Highness,” said he.
“Tam sure you would soon be as slender as a young wil-
low if you would only ride a mule.”

“A de | AY -
anes said | |



|] lightful plan
i the Sultan.
“T will re , jj ward you
Heh on ee /\| your noble
efforts.” ! : No time
was lost in Hi S27! buying the
mule and of | course they
tried $b mser|e ee 3 lect the very
best in all the land. The Sultan came from the palace to
examine the new treasure, and smiled approvingly at the
animal's long ears and shaggy coat.

“Now [Tl mount him,” said Allah Baba, “and go
dashing away on my first ride.”

It was easy enough to mount, but the dashing away

did not follow. Not one inch would the mule move.
Allah Baba coaxed and pulled but for nought, his mule.
- ship would not stir. | |

“Cut mea stick,” roared Allah; I'll teach him a lesson
or two.” But the stick likewise proved useless. At last
Allah grew desperate.

“ A fortune,” said he, “to the man who makes this






miserable beast move! ”
“T’ll earn it in no time, your Highness,” said
one of his servants. Right to work he went and

s“<, after several hours, labor he rigged




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went, this time without the least trouble, for old longears
had to go whether he would or not. The wind filled the
sails, and the mule was surprised at himself to think he
could go so fast. As they sped along over the road
everything and everybody fled before them, for they knew

not what to make of the queer looking object. It was a
) lively ride for the old Sultan, but what pleased him best
of all was the conquering of the balky mule, and he was
really conquered too. For several days the old Sultan
took his daily ride on his sail ‘rigged beast, but one day |
he decided to try him without all these things, so he told
his servants to bring him to the door with nothing but a

saddle and bridle on. They obeyed, but were quite sure
that when their master attempted to make the mule BO,
he would again show his ugly temper. Great was their
surprise therefore to see him start off at just as rapid a
rate as ever, as soon as their master mounted his back,
‘ showing that he had discovered that the Sultan was mas-
ter of the situation. He never again was obliged to use
the device which had been so useful to him, but always

found his mule ready to obey his slightest word,
We Winco Wowas alittle yellow

chinaman. He belonged to one of

the best families, as any one could -



tell from his red and yellow girdle. That he never worked
a day in his life might also be told by the great length of
his finger nails, of which he was wonderfully proud. iste
was also proud of his round, plump figure, for Chinamen,
you know, like to be fat. Like the rest of his countrymen
he had almond shaped eyes, and wore his shiny black
hair in a long, carefully combed pig tail.

We Wing Wo was very fond of good things to eat,
and he thought no one could cook I

these good things as well as his Sela





vant Ho Che Lee. How old We
Wing Wo would smile with delight B
when the bird’s nest soup was set 2.

before him, and then again how
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pearly white rice
We Wing Wo
could make his
chop sticks fly

when _ all these



dainties graced his
table. But above
all thames: AWVe
Wing Wo loved a cup of good, strong tea. It seemed to
drive away all cares and troubles. Ho Che Lee always
kept some ready in a funny brown tea-pot. |

We Wing Wo had never. been to sea, and he oe
siezed with a wild desire to try a trip on the briny deep.
One day he called his faithful Ho Che Lee to him, and
telling him his wish bade him pack ahamper with eatables,

hunt up a boat and prepare to take the journey with him.
Poor Ho Che Lee shook with fear at such a prospect but
he dared not question his master’s order, and so went away
to do his bidding. When all was ready Ho Che Lee sug-
gested that it might be: better to: take with them some-

Bu a body who knew a thing or
~, two about a boat. We






Wing Wo agreed to
this, a fellow was found
a and the three set ae

pera All went well at
YW Aco act
Wy rst, but by and by
poor We Wing Wo

wished he was on

sicker every minute.
Metis so iome, Said “ie:
“ Sailing is no pleasure at all.” |

It was easy enough to say go home but try as (hey
might neither the sailor nor Ho Che Lee could marage

the boat.

“ Throw out a line,” said We Wing Wo,“ and see how
deep itis.” Out went the iine, and out went luckless Lee,
not to drown however, for after much pulling he was
landed safely in the boat. |

How all of them longed for shore, and how very
small their chances of getting there did seem! But fate is
sometimes kind, and so she proved herself this time.

Some men had been watching the boat from the shore
and had seen the
poor fellow’s sorry
plight, so they tied
a rope round the

waist of one good







hearted Chinaman
and sent him to the
rescue. He swam

out to them, fasten-

ed the rope to the

bew, and with many



long strong pulls
We Wing Wo was

hauled to shore.


THE MONKS’ VICTORY.

THE pale moon never shed her
light nor the stars never twinkled
over a more sorrowful spot than
the little village of Thimble Top.
Everything was once so bright and
happy, and Care and Trouble were
strangers, but now they had come
among the villagers as most un-
welcome guests, and there they

seemed to mean to stay.




The trouble was caused by Diddle Dee, a
wicked merciless tyrant who captured little child-
ren and put them to cruel tortures. He lived in a mighty
castle so strongly barred and bolted that no one could en-
Ler. aTinere was scarcely a house in the village but had
suffered from the ravages of this Greadhil Diddle Dee.

Mothers who thought they watched their little ones most
carefully, turned their backs but for an instant and the

child was gone—and not a trace could be found of the

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could solve. Matters kept growing worse and worse and
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pilgrimage. As they rode through the streets news of

the sad goings on reached their ears and filled their hearts
with deep sorrow. They were
wise as they were goodand they
went straight to work to find
some way out of the difficulty.

“We will go boldly to Did-

dle Dee,” said oneof the monks,



“and see if our sacred calling

will not have some weight with him.”

Now it happened that Diddle Dee dreaded nothing so

much as the ill will of these holy men, so when ue?

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little ones,’ thought one of the hi i,

fathers, “but it has served its day 7 tara
for that use—-only one more victim shall ever fill it, and

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of the wicked fellow, and with the aid of his brother monk,
plunged him into the pot.

The water was hot and Diddle Dee screamed for
£3, mercy, but the monks paid no heed

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“ Now,” said the monk who had
7 siezed him, “are you willing to
promise to eave this country and your wicked work for-
ever? We will take you to a place where you can do
much good, and perhaps blot out some of your wicked
past.” |

Diddle Dee was only too glad to promise anything,
and when he was lifted out of the pot stood before the
fathers a humbled and sadder man.

The monks tied Diddle Dee to his own iron bed for
they had no wish to lose their prize. Then they looked
around to see what they could find. Quantities of good
things filled the larder, and they soon had the air heavy
with the delicious odor of cooking food. When all was
finished one of the monks rode to the village to tell the
Aone villagers of their victory

and to bid them celebrate the &



event with them in feasting.
The feast which the monks had ,
prepared was truly wonderful, and j

surpassed anything that had ever



been held in the village before. It
was indeed an occasion for great joy, since now the village
was free from the ravages of this terrible creature, whose
evil deeds had made life almost
a burden, especially to those
who had little ones in their
families, therefore it is not sur-
prising that the monks found |
people so ready to accept their
invitations. Everybody came,

old and young, and the place



was crowded. Speeches were
made, thanks were offered and cheer after cheer went up
for the bene good monks. Happiness once more reigned
in the village and Diddle Dee found that
good deeds SrOnent more satisfaction

than cruelties. This was a great victory



and the people never forgot the kindness of the monks.
TALE OF THE OSTRICH be NE Re

Dip you ever hear of a bird that could not tye iat
seems odd does it not, but a bird called the ostrich be-
longs to this family. Its wings are so tiny that they are

of little use to him, except that while








running they spread out and catch the air.

ifthe Sostrich has not the power of fly-

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possess, he is gifted with the ab-

ility to run at a wonderful-
hy soo aletat pace. To help
him inthis direction he is pro-
vided with strong
Tome less that
“Catry him across
the country as rapidly as the swiftest horse. The long

neck of this bird is covered with soft, downy plumage, but
its body is covered with the beautiful, graceful plumes
that are used for trimming our hats and bonnets.
The home of the ostrich is in the hot sunny desert

land of Africa. It is a very tall bird measuring six feet





and sometimes eight. Its food is principally grass and

grains, but it picks up and devours sand and pieces of

stoneand bone. It will also eat insects, small birds and
snakes. Large numbers of them will feed together; im fact
they live in flocks, often of great size. The mother bird
before Tee her eggs Scratches a hole in the ground,
thus melee hernest. She lays ten or twelve eggs in the
same place. In the daytime she allows the heat of the
sun to hatch eo but at night she sitson them and keeps
them warm. Thesé eggs are said to weigh three pounds
apiece and to be good to eat. The father ostrich some-
times grows weary of the long term of hatching, and
breaks the eggs before the tiny bird is ready to come out.

The feathers of the ostrich are worth a great deal of
money. Sometimes the birds are hunted by natives on
horseback, and the horses are trained for this long tedious
ride for a great while—the bird is not easily caught by its
pursuer.

There are farms called ostrich farms, whete the birds
are raised in great numbers. The eggs are set and the
baby ostriches hatched, watched and cared for until they
are old enough to yield the peel plumage. °

If the ostrich is taken away from its home and put in

a cage, it will in time become quite tame and gentle


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toward those to whom it is used, but it does not like a
stranger, and if it gets a chance will knock him down

and trample on him.

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thought he would take his gun and go hunting for ostrich-

es, as he wanted to get a lot of nice feathers and some of
the birds to send away toa museum. So he started out

on the desert to hunt his prey. Pretty soon he came upon |
an ostrich that was resting in the sun, and raising his gun
to his shoulder, he fired. He wounded the bird so that it
could not walk very fast, and thinking that he would be ©
able to capture it, if he could wound it in such a manner
as to stop its walking, he crept carefully toward it, and
stooping down attempted to cut off its leg with his sharp
strong sword. He felt quite sure oF his prize now, -but
had not counted on what was going to happen. The
ostrich is a very wise bird, and this fellow knew that he
had the hunter just where he wanted him—completely in
his power. What do you tne that ostrich did? ie
dropped right down on top of the poor hunter, completely
hiding him from view... That poor hunter wished he had
not been so foolish as to get so near the huge bird, at least
we suppose he wished so, but we shall never know just
how he did feel, for shee the ostrich at last arose, there
lay the poor hunter just as flat as a pan-cake, looking very
much as if he had been under a heavy rolling machine.
eRine ostrich hurried away as fast as he could go, leaving
the poor hunter to his fate. We see what a powerful bird

this is and how careful the poor hunter has to be.

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