The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1881-05-28
From the Boston Courier.l
J0RINDA'S TREASON.

IOR.NDA'S TREASON.
Once upon a time in the kingdom of
Happigolucky there dwelt small maiden
who was always making remarks.
She began this bad habit as soon as
ever she was born, though of course
while she was baby nobody understood
anything that she said. As she grew
older it was the mothers great grief that
she would always be making remarks.
In vain the good dame reasoned and
coaxed, scolded and even whipped her
little daughter, it was all OF no use.
The maiden minded it no more than
she did the signing of the wind in the
big, black pines behind her mothers
cottage, and she would keep on making
her idle remarks on everybody and every
thing. This was @ very bad habit in
deed, and you shall hear how it one day
got her into a great deal of trouble.
One fine morning in summer time, the
small maiden-whose name, you should
know, was Jorinda-was sitting idly in
the sunshine on the doorstone of her
mothers cottage. AS she sat listening
to the hum of her mothers busy wheel
within, it CHANGED that she heard great
flourish of trumpets, and presently two
royal courier came pricking along,
mounted upon gallant horses decked out
in scarlet and gold.
"Ah, ha," said the little maiden to
herself, 81 should say some of the royal
family are out for the air on this fine
morning; now we Will seer'
And sure enough in Just a minute she
did see, for along came the royal trum-
peters, blowing out their fat, red cheeks
upon the royal, silver trumpets; and
along came the handsome outriders, COR
geous to see in royal colors; and along
came the Princess Alicia herself, riding
upon her beautiful milk-white mare, be-
tween two of her favorite ladies in wait
ing, who were smiling like two real May
mornings, but hating each other much
more like two November evenings. The
Princess Alicia herself was radiant to
behold, and Jorinda stared with all her
eyes at the habit of sky-blue velvet rich
~ embroidered with pearls.
"Ah," thought Jorinda, longingly,
81 should say it must be wonderful
fine thing to be real princess, to be sure
it must -
Just at this moment it happened that
the princess sneezed, violently.
Mercy upon us p cried the ladies in
waiting, e" the royal princess is actually
getting an influenza p'
Then you may be sure there was a
pretty how-do-you-do ! The procession
came quite to q stand-still. The royal
page was summoned to run forward and
inform the lord chamberlain that he must
send immediate word to the bearer of the
royal pocket handkerchief, for the Prin-
cess Alicia had sneezed. Just then the
bearer of the royal pocket handkerchief
came stumbling up III terror of his life,
because he had lost his place in the pro-
cession, on account of his horses hay
ing thrown him. However, so great was
the excitement over the royal sneeze,
that luckily nobody noticed that the poor
man had lost his place.
"Lady Blanche" said the Princess
Alicia, "wield the royal pocket handkcr-
chief"
The Bearer of the Handkerchiefop opened
his silver box. The Lady Blanche,
smiling like any number of May morn
ings rolled into one, drew forth the royal
pocket handkerchief and deity polished
the Princess Alicia's delicate nose. AS
for the other lady III waiting, she turned
several different shades of green for
sheer envy of the honor given the Lady
Blanche.
Now all this time the small maiden
Jorinda was watching, and wondering,
and making remarks to her mother
friend, old Dame burden, who stood by
knitting and dropping hundred cour-
tesies to the great people who took no
notice whatever of her.
81 should say" said the maiden Jo-
rinda, as at length the procession moved
on, 81 should say that if / were pm
cess, I'd have handsomer pocket hand
kerchief than that; for my part [ don't
think much of the pocket handkerchief
of the Princess Alicia, the daughter of the
great King Redbeardr'
"Oh, hush, child, hush!" cried old
Dame burden, raising in warning he1
thin forefinger, Zone must not speak dis
respectfully of even the pocket handker,
chief of a royal princess"
Then Dame burden took her knitting
and went down to the road to her own
cottage. On the way she met Abenon, 9
great gossip of hers.
"Didst see the royal procession, Dame
4 Durden?" asked Abenon.
ooh, certainly" replied the good
\ dame, ''and was it not a sight for sore
/ eyes, Abenon? Luck, but that Jorinda
is an odd child! she said to me, Dame
/ burden, says she, L don't think any
thing at all of the handkerchief of Prin-
cess Alicia, the daughter of the King
/ Redbeard"
san odd child certainly" returned
Abencn, "what will she be saying next,
/ / wonder?'
And away trudged Abenon to the
I greengrocer's.
GOOD morrow, friend grocer" she
said 81 want quart ofyoung onions;
and speaking of onions, that girl Jorinda
made a queer remark to-day; see was
watching the royal procession, and, says
she, L really hate the handkerchief of
Alicia, the daughter of King Redbeard. y
Tut, tut y said the greengrocer, ga
queer remark indeedl Jack, come you
here and mind the shop, while [ take up
some ollapod roots to my friend. the
head gardener at the royal palace. The
head gardener was quite glad TO see his
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