The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-12-08
ONE ON THEM.

day an amusing story OF Hans Chris
tian Andesen's naivete. That prince OF
fairy lore received one Christmas a box
of cakes from an unknown admirer
and at first was all qualification at the
compliment. Suddenly a strange APP
prehension assailed him. He had just
read some account of poison conveyed
in this fashion; possibly the gift was
the murderous device of a rival. With
more aptitude than grace, he decided,
in a half absent fashion, to send them
on to his friend, Nine. A, to test their
quality.
A day or two later he called.
us Nine. A. in?"
Eyes, sir"
us she quite well?"
"Quite, sir" &
Gould / see herr"
Certainly, sir"
Face to face with Nine. A, he re-
Cured to the same anxiety She was
we'll? Yes. The children well? Yes
And had she received the cakes he
sent? Eaten some? And was quite
well? And the children had eaten
some? And were quite we'll? And then
at last the old mans excitement boiled
over. "You can't think how pleased L
am" he said; chose cakes were sent
was afraid they might be poisoned.
So I sent them on to you. And you
have eaten them and are quite we'll.
You can't think how pleased am!
And he passed out smiling and in high
good humor.
A certain autograph collector wanted
a certain autograph and applied to
dealer for it. He was told that there
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it belonged to man who appreciated
its value and could afford to keep it,
though a big sum might tempt him.
The dealer was authorized to offer
$1,000 for the coveted autograph. Inc
owner was approached and, after hest
tating for a moment, he said: Wen,
if there is a bigger fool than 1 am in
New York, he deserves to nave IL.
And so the sale was effected.
A few months after parting with his
treasure the original owner began to
pine for it and to curse his folly that
he ever parted with it. He went to
the dealer who had made the sale and
told him that he must have the auto
erarh back again in his own collec-
tion. So the big foor' got it back from
the digger FOOL but he had to pay
s., 600 for the privilege. Now ne IS Won
dering whether the man that bought
1t from nlI1l WdS Lllc OA5SCA 1OOA III ~ ="
York after all.
DIR. George Brandes is visiting En-
gland, chiefly in search of material for
his book upon Shakespeare. He has
been to Stratford-on-Avon, hunting up
village lore and consulting records; and
he is now back in London 'busily writ
ing down the results Of his inquiries.
Dr. Brandes, who is a conspicuous
type of the psychological school OF crit
| les. sets himself to trace in a, man
work those inherent evidences of his
individuality which always subsist
there: and so to obtain from the mans
utterarce a portrait of his soul, so to
sneak. 1t is this homage which he Is
now seeking to pay to Shakespeare.
| DR.. Rrandes complains severely Of the
suffering he had to undergo at the
hands of translators, and one or two or
his anecdotes are very entertaining. He
| relates that an American called upon
him once at Copenhagen and desired
permission to translate the latest OF
his critical works. DR.. Brandes was
not unwilling to consider the proposal
and suggested. in order to make things
easier for him, that they should con-
| ttnue their conversation in Danish.
| "Oh," said the American, Il DON I
talk Danish"
mot talk Danish? How, then, could
you translate my book?"
"WeII" replied the visitor, sit hap
nened this way. My wife was taken
in at a hotel where we couldn't move
ON: so wanted something to pass the
time. I went to booksellers and ask
ed what prose writer was most read
now and they told me you. So |
bought the book and a dictionary and
T worked it out that way. Your book
strikes me as likely to do over IN
| America, and heres my transfation.
DR. Rrandes says that a more re-
ularkalble composition he never en-
| terad