Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-30
OUR LITTLE FOLKS.
Duke LeOpOld's Stone.

Who had wit and wisdom, as well as gold,
And used all three in a liberal way
For the good of his people, the stories say.
To see precisely what they would do,
And how nearly notion of his came true,
He went from his palace one night alone
When brOodinR storm and starless skies
Hid his secret from prying eyes
And set midway in the road stone. -.a2 ss,e
It was not too big for man to move
The Duke was confident on that score;
Yet the weight of the thing was enough to prove
The strength of ones muscle-and something
more.
Something more" laughed the Duke, as he strobe
through wind and rain en- his homeward road;
"This time tomorrow reckon will show
II notion of mine is correct or no." ..t
From window high in the palace wall,
nc watched next day for the passers-by,
ana gr1mly smiled as they one and all,
Wnefe they found the stone. left the stone to lie
A numbering ex-cart came along, '... -.
And Hans, the driver, was stout and strong;
One sturdy shove with the right intent
would have cleared the track of impeachment;
But whatever appeared to be needless work,
0r work that another might possibly do,
Hans made 1t point of duty shirk.
He stopped his team for minute or two,
| And scratched his head as he looked about
For the easiest way of getting out:
Then-"Lucky for me that the road is wide,"
He lazily murmured, and drove aside
The next that came was grenadier
And he whistled tune both loud and clear,
But he took no note of the rock in his way.
When its ragged edges scraped his knee
Thunder and ightningl what's this? " says he.
Haven't the blockheaos sense enough
10 clear their road of this sort of stuff?
pretty thing for grenadier
10 stumble against and bark his shins!
| II knew the rascal that planted it here
Yes, surely! I'd make him see his sins.''
He clanked his sword. and he tossed his plume,
| And he strut ed away in a terrible fume;
But for moving the StOne-nOt he'll
ut is just" said the Duke as thought it would
be-"
! A little later, still watching there,
| He spied On their way to the village fair
A troop OF merchants. each with his pack
| Strapped on wellfed animals back.
Nov let us see," with nod of his head
And merry twinkle, his Highness said:
Perhaps this worshipful multitude
Will lend hand for the public good"
But alack! the company, man and horse,
Hardly paused in their onward course.
Instead of cantering four abreast,
Two by two they went east and west;
And when they had left the stone behind
ITO think of a thing like that" said they,
BLOCKING the high-road for half day!"
1t never reached the collective mind
In the light of matter that implied
Some possible claim on the other side.
So week, and two, and three slipped past;
The rock in the road lay bedded fast,
And the people gru1nbling went and came,
Each with tongue that was glib to blame,
But none with hand to help. At last
Duke Leopold, being quite content
With the issue of his experiment,
Ordered his herald sound to blast,
! And summoned his subjects far and near
word from his high-born lips to hear.
From far and near, at the trumpet's call,
They gathered upon the palace wall.
And the Duke, at the head of glittering train.
Rode through the ranks of wondering eyes
| TO the spot where the stone so high had lain.
will leave you to picture their blank surprise
When he leaped from his horse with smiling
face,
And royal hands pushed the stone from its placed
! But the stare of amazement became despair
When the Duke stopped down with his gracious
air,
And took from hollow the rock had hid
| A casket shut with craven lid.
| The legend upon it he read aloud
| To a silent, and very crestfaHen crowd
This box is for him, and for him alone
Who takes the trouble to move this stone'
Then he raised the lid, and they saw the shine
| Of golden ring and purse of gold;
| (Which might have been yours,' said Duke Leo
"Dut now regret to say is mine.
| It was who for reasons of my own
Hindered your highway with the stone.
What the reasons were you have doubtless guessed
Before this time. And as for the rest,
| T think there is nothing more to say.
Ny dear good friends, wish you good-day!"
| lie mounted his horse, and the glittering train
'fter their leader galioped again.
! With sound of trumpet and CLEAN of gold
They flashed the ranks Of
| Perhaps, however, lesson lies
In the story, that none of us need despise.
| -Nary E. BRADLEY, IN ST. Nicholas.
| "Bud Brown"
A story? Well, I'll try. You like a
true story best, know, so I will tell
you of a little black boy I became &C.
quainted with when I went to Atlanta
to attend the grand Sunday-school Con-
vention. .
had letter introducing me to some
people at Atlanta, and so one afternoon
1 resolved to hunt them up. T was told
to take the Taylor hill car, but as I
asked my way passed row of carriages.
Such looking carriages you never have
seen, I am sure. The Innings were torn
or the windows broken, they were dirty
and old and rickety, and the horses were
to match. Still, I was tired, and as they
told me I would have to walk some dis.
lance if took the cars I was tempted
to take one of these affairs, and the
drivers surrounded me, begging me to
take carriage"
Among the men and boys was one
little fellow not more than s years old
almost lost in a crowd. I laughed at the
earnest, comical looks of the negroes.
"Sho!" said one big fellow whose hat
was remarkable among the rest as hav-
ing a complete brim, " the lady don't
want carriage-none O. your ole tings.
Hyar's the one, madam !" pointing with
flourish to double carriage which
certainly was a trifle cleaner and more
whole than the others.
"Ehank you," I answered, "but I
want this little chaps carriage. Show
me yours, my boy" .<..@
The older fellows laughed good hum
predly; many of them, no doubt, had
;heir own picininnies, and were not
vexed that the boy should be chosen.
To tell the truth, after I had gotten
into the one-horse carryall, and my boy
was seated in front, my heart failed me
p little The horse, though bony, had
considerable spirit, and "Bud Brown"
as he told me he was called, drove in
eegular darkey style, letting the reins
hang loose, and Ticking the horses ears
With his whip every moment.
"Can you take me to Mrs. Ware's?" I
asked. Ill.,
"Oh, ya-asl I know all bout dem
Folks-Colored University-I'm gwine
dar myself"
"But then you ought to go to school
20 get read y-not drive round"
ooh! was late this mornin', so 7
missed school, but know my lessons.
G'lang! Ito the horse.) Do you see
that little house? That's where we live.
I'll get you some roses if you'll stop a
minute"
1 was quite ready to wait for the
roses, and admired the neat little
! garden. Then we drove on. chatting