The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-03-17

~ anu mdQe me RIDICULOUS! w lereup-
on hundreths of voices screamed: Where
is my article? Give me back nay article!
And in the midst of the horrid din the
poor wretch awoke, perspiring at every
pore and screaming for help.
A NONSENSE STORY.
Do you think all your youngsters
know about game called TELLING
Story?' One person begins story, and
goes on till the company are interested,
and then suddenly s:ops at an exciting
point, and one sitting next must take It
up and go on. It is capital game for
| long evenings. Here is one that grew up
In our sitting the other night.
| We were sitting around the FIRE, be-
tween daylight and candle-ight, young
folks and kittens, when somebody said,
'Let us tell a nonsense story
GAIL right" said papa, ''and mamma
shall Begin
So mamma began:
''There was once a cobbler who had
his shop in the market-place OF Bagdad
1t was very small shop and over the
door was this sign: "Old shoes made as
good as new" A great many shoes
went IN at the shop door, and if they did
not come out quite as good as new, the
owners never made any complaints, for
the cobbler always did his best, and new
er refused to undertake job, no matter
how bad it was. One day a stranger
came into the markst-place and
walked slowly about, looking in at
| all The shop windows. He was a
| very small man, with little
shrivelled face and keen black eyes like
weasel. His hair was long ana he had
hands like claws. He was wrapped in
long black cloak from tip to toe, and his
shoes had high heels and narrow, pointed
toes, like no other shoes that had ever
been seen in Bagdad. When the cobbler
saw him looking in through his window,
he felt the very flesh creep on his bones,
ana when the stranger walked in at the
shop door, the cobbler was so startled
that he swallowed the pegs he had in his
mouth. The stranger only nodded, and
| drew from under his cloak very ragged
shoe. In fact, you could hardly call it.
shoe, but lot of holes held together by
strings of leather.
"'I have read your sign,' said the
stranger, 'and want you to mend this
shoe'
''The cobbler looked at it and his teeth
Chartered.
| "'It is very DID, he said.
''Mend it, said the stranger, Il will
wait for it, And he sat right down be-
tween the cobbler and the door.
"The poor man went to work, and,
wonderful to tell, the patches grew in
to PLACE as fast as he fitted them on, so
that in half an hour there was as fine a
shoe as ever came from the last
"'Here is the money! said the strang-
er, offering him curious silver coin.
"You are quite welcome said the
cobbler, putting his hands under his
leather apron; for he said to himself, 'I'll
not take the tiend's money! But while
his hands were still under his apron, he
felt the money slip into his pocket.
'Good-day,' said the stranger. so
long as you spend the shilling wisely, it
will come back into your own pocket;
but when you put it to bad use, you
will never see it again
"He stepped out Of the doorway, and
though the eobbler ran to the window
he was nowhere in sight. It seemed as
if he must have sunk right down through
the pavement. The cobler said
Mamma stopped suddenly, and papa,
who sat next, was obliged to finish the
sentence and 90 on with the story.
"'Bejabers, but the ould chap must
had pressin' business, to be after LAYING
in such haste. Wherever he would be
gone, don't know, and he shut up his
shop and started out to find the strang-
er. He sailed five times around the world
and at last he was shipwrecked on des-
ert island, mile and half east OF the
North Pole. The people were very
glad to see him. because the last shoe
maker had just frozen to death, and they
made him king. One day he went to a
Sunday school picnic, on the top of one
the highest mountains. and while he was
looking for good place to make the
chowsler, he saw small door III a ledge
OF rock, with sign over (which read"
"'No admittance except on business !"
began Harry, instantly taking up the
story $50 the man went in, and found
himself at the entrance Of long vaulted
chamber. The walls with strange inscrip-
tons, and on table at one end was
|
] one person. He sat down and ate until
he was satisfied, and then turned to go
out. But the door was locked, and he
could not find the smallest opening in
the rock. So he took up his lantern and
went down long flight Of stairs, and
then through narrow passage until he
came to an immense court. On the stones
IN one corner, man was lying who ap-
peared to be dead. He went up to him,
and it was his brother. In his pocket he
had card, saying.
"'Good for one drink of old rye whis-
KY ''The cobbler called the police,
and IN half an hour they came rushing
up and arrested him for assault and
battery. The judge asked him if he
owned any real estate In Patagonia, and
paid the old-clothes man in barrel slaves
and jujube paste. And no one had ever
heard Of the old woman, so they spoke 1t
in three different languages, and had fried