The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1878-02-14
THE FRUIT KING.
A German Fairy Story,

nlnu tne mousse, where he used to play
A board fence separated this play
ground from large vegetable and fruit
garden, which belonged to an old gar
dener. This garden was celebrated
throughout the city, because nowhere
grew such beautiful fruits of all sorts as
there. 1t was one of Sigismund's great
est delights to look out of his bedroom
window, and watch how the fruit grew
heavier and roster as the autumn drew
on. No one would have grudged him
this pleasure, had that been all he asked.
But, unfortunately, our Sigismund very
often climbed over the fence, and helped
himself to this fruit. His dear mother
gave him all he wished at home, but it
did not taste half SO good to him as that
which he picked himself from tree and
shrubs This, naughty sin had cost him
many punishment; and his mother
was very sad at his thievish ways, and
often told him of the greater sins to
which it would lead His father had
whipped him severely ON the complaint
of the old gardener, and even the gar
dener himself scolded, and boxed the
boys ears when he caught him stealing
but it all did no good; the fruit seemed
to beckon to him, and he could not re-
sist the temptation.
One day the old gardener came along
just as Sigismund was stoning down
some of the most beautiful apples. The
old man said: az see, young master,
that with you neither words nor blows
do any good. You will never be quiet
till the Fruit King himself catches you"
'Pooh! the Fruit King!" said the
naughty boy, scornfully, and snapped
his fingers; "what nonsense you do
TALK
: Bang! and down came big, half
ripe apple exactly upon his nose, and
made it bleed. Sigismund looked up at
the tree in a puzzled way, and then off
he ran.
Some days afterward Sigismund's par
ents were invited out, and they were
hardly gone before he saw Through the
window the old gardener setting out for
the city, and the man who helped take
care of the garden following him with
a handful of blooming house-plants
Such a good chance to crafty his appe-
tite had not offered itself for a long time.
1t was beautiful fall evening. The
moon had risen, and lighted up with
wonderful distinctness the richly laden
apple and plum trees. Especially
bright shone the trellis yonder, hanging
full of ripening grapes. Our Sigismund
did not pause long to consider. He
slipped slyly out of the house into the
flower-garden, looking about him to
see if any servant-giIl were watching
him; and when he was sure he was
quite alone, one, two, three,
and he was over the paling in the neigh
boring garden. A few minutes later
and he was sitting comfortably on the
broad branches of plum tree, and fill
ing his pockets with the ripe fragrant
fruit. He saw and heard nothing to dis
turb him, and felt very safe. Involun-
tarily he thought of the last time, when
the old man had caught him; and
laughing and eating he said, half aloud !:
9 wonder if the Fruit King w,U catch
me-" ae.fal.s
Eyes, youngster, that he will,'' sud-
denly answered very clear voice above
him; and when he looked up, almost
falling from the tree with fright, he saw
upon the highest twig remarkable
creature sitting. It. was a wee man,
about the size OF large doll; his head
was nothing but great round apple !;
the black eyes were two whortleberries !;
the nose was made from plum, and
the mouth of red cherries, which were
parted and showed, instead of teeth, a
row of little white cherry In the
place of hair, quantities of white cur
rants hung like curly locks about his
head, which was crowned with beau
tiful wreath woven of all kinds of fruit
blossoms. The body of the little man
consisted of yellow, ribbed melon
which had hazel-nuts for buttons. His
short legs were made of long pears,
whose crooked stems looked like tiny
shoes. His arms were great clusters of
a grapes, and with the lowest grape of the
right hand he held little bit of grape
- vine fast, the head of which was adorn-
ed with golden apricot. From the
shoulders of this Fruit King hung a
cloak woven of trailing vines, and a
chain of fire-red cranberries, like a
badge Of honor, encircled his neck.
Sigismund stared with wide-open
eyes at the little man sitting 80 cozily
there, and who now began to speak
again. lt
"Thou thoughtst there was no such
person as in the world, didst thou, my
son? And yet thou vert such lover of
my subjects! That thou mayst know
henceforth where live, / will now take
thee to my DWELLING
No, oh, no, Sir Fruit King" said
Sigismund, whining. 81 do not care to
know, and would rather stay here.''
:" can not help that" quoth the Fruit
i King, and hoped with spring down
IN tho branch ON r,b;ol,