Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1869-11-04
A GR0WN.UP FAIRY TALE.
BY ELIZA SPRoAT TURNER.

Once, before entertainments had quite
lost their power, ere yet the dragon-slay
ers had all turned into reiormers the COB.
Inns into locomotives and sewing.machines,
and the knights'errant into home mission
aries young prince named Rhocal set
out in search Of adventures.
Night came he had journeyed far, and
began to think the forest had no end,
when he saw what seemed sudden
returning sunset blazing through the
gloom.
At last !" he cried, and FASTENED eager
ly toward it, but found himself repealed
by solid Jungle of unknown trees and
bushes. 1t encirced large enclosure,
and was so armed with prickles and spikes
and jagged branches as to make the whole
living wall OF thorns, But from within
came the light that reused the birds from
their slumbcrs
must get inside" said Rhocal. So
he hacked with his sword and dashed with
his shield before him; and falling threw
sword and shield aside, and plunged
straight into the jungle. The wicked
spikes reared up and stabbed him like so
many daggers Still on he plunged, and
after the first few moments they stabbed
no more Instead, he seemed to be smoth-
cred IN something sweet and Yielding and
presently, falling through on the other
side behold living wall of roses.
The place was an old rose garden. In
side there were no thorns but year by
year the roses had grown and doomed,
until the air was almost too sweet TO
breathe IL seemed to have showed roses
there for a hundred years, and Rhocal
could hardly make his way through the
heaps and drifts that encountered him.
Buried under the flowers he saw the
wreck OF palace, crumbled long ago
Ana In the centre, almost hidden in the
deepest and sweetest rose-drift, lay q love.
~ young girl, motionless and seemingly
sleeping and yet not sleeping, for her
pl9cld eyes were open, looking at Rho,
cal
Amusement" cried the prince "If
had not been better taught | should
have sworn that this was the Sleeping
Beauty but she was disenchanted a hun.
dred years ago.
Not 50, said fresh young voice from
among the roses "That young man part
~ reused me; but grew very heavy on
ms hands, and somehow | found myself
again on my couch and the young prince
gone. And here | have waited another
hundred years"
And now," she added, wistfully, 81
should like to get up"
Rhocal looked again at the lovely won.
der. Her face was round and innocent,
her eyes were young, and altogether She
looked Ike a large child but so fresh and
delicate So far beyond any picture of
beauty the prince had ever seen. that for
a moment he scarcely dared to approach
her, Bat modesty was not this Young
mans failing.
| see it all !" he cried. at Is clear
That ann singled out for something great
ana peculiar. Have not always instinct
lyoly telt that | was better than othersg |
alone, of all the world, am really worthy
to waken ID Sleeping Beauty"
10 do That said Beauty, "you must
kiss me on the MOUTH
What, take such a liberty with a Tor.
e'gn princess Oh, no; have been too
We'll brought up for that
But | want to get up said Beauty.
p0u'mg
Thus adjurcd the prince, gladlywaiving
etiquette, approached, and lightly touch
ed the haltpartei lips, They trembled
and broke into smiles; the Quiet ewes
kindlcd, the steady pink on her check dis.
appeared, and sJjrged back in crimson.
She arose and stood before him. As her
yellow hair fell round to her feet she look.
cd like a golden fountain.
! will 60 with you" She said. "to the
end Of the world
The soft walls opened, and hand in hand
they stepped inc the daylight Morning
dawned as fresh as If ii were the eighth
day OF creation. An sweet forest sounds
and scents and voices were about them MS
they danced along.
And what shall We do, my love" said
Rhocal, "when we reach the world
What kind Of life shall We liyey For |
mean to live for your pleasure
How should | know sall the