The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-02-03


The lion, king of beasts, superb and gem
erous, has been killed, leaving his lioness
and cub behind him to honor his memory
and perpetuate his race. This noble scion
burned with a desire to travel over the
world. ''Why," asked his mother, cover
ing him with caresses, why do you wish
to leave me? Are you not happy here?
Take care, my child; beyond these vast
solitudes that make your empire you Will
meet among other dangers the most terri
BILE of all our enemies. he who made you
an orphan-that formidable being they call
man."
At last, tired of this eternal warning. and
taking council of his courage alone, the
young heir to the kingdom of beasts took
leave of his mother one day, saying: IT
fear nothing; 1 am young and strong; I
am as brave as my father was before me,
and if l see this creature called maxwell
he shall see mer' He departed.
The first day he perceived an OK in his
road.
Are you man2' he asked. NO" replied
the peaceful creature. chewing his cud;
"he of whom you speak is my master; he
harnesses me to the plough, and If / move
too. slowly for him he urges me on with
steel point with which he prods my flesh.
1t is called a goad, 1 believe" The cub
walked off pensively.
The next day he saw a horse hobbled in
a field. Are you man." asked the fierce
traveller oh no my lord" replied the
trembling courser Il am his servant;
carry him on my back. When / do not
go at the speed he desires he belabors my
TANKS with sort of star-shaped wheel,
covered with pointed blades" Shaking his
name fiercely, the young lion resumed his
course gnashing his teeth and asking him
self in impotent rage who this being could
be who made all things submit to mis- ca
price, his force, his will!
A short time after that he came to India,
where he met an animal of enormous size,
who seemed gifted with indomltable
strength 'This time I cannot be mistake
en-" he said, approaching it. you are
man, are you not?" You are indeed
wrong. / am an elephant. and ne whose
name you have just spoken is my lord
and master l carry him on my back when
he hunts the tiger, and-see what conf
dence he has in me-he leaves me often to
keep guard over his little ones" On hear
ing these words the young lion hurried
on. more and more perplexed.
Suddenly hollow sound, occurring at
regular intervals, startled him from his
reverie. The noise seemed to come from
the depth of the wood. He advanced and
saw a great oak tree in a clearing, tot
tering to the ground, felled by an instru-
ment in the hands of a being whom the
lion did not at first even notice. Address
ing himself to the tree, he asked: "a re
YOU MANI" mo" replied the giant oak,
sinking slowly down; 81 am dying of the
blows his hands have rained upon me-"
Then for the first time the cub deigned
TO look at the being of whom the oak had
spoken. But at the sight of creature so
paltry and frail he roared disdainfully:
ssTIov can this be? Is it you my mother
8 rrhn G warned
was il one of you who dared approach my
father? Is it you from whom they have
told me to iee?"
1T is" replied the woodman, simply.
But you, poor creature, you are Feeble
ness itself! My name alone should make
YOU pale with fear, and could bring you
10 earth with one blow of my paw"
Not deigning to respond at first, the man
cut a deep cash in the trunk of the dying
tree and turning to the young lion, said:
'I seem feeble to you. Look at this oak
tree: straight and tall, and full of pride
In its mighty strength; nevertheless It IS
felled to earth; you see what my hands
can do AS to your name, it does not
brighten me; 1 know one more terrible
than that-suffering. poverty! Your cry
Is less dreadful to me than that of my
beast when it calls for bread. 1t is not
my feeble muscle with which / conquer
YOU. it is mind! That makes me your mas
teri You DOUBT II sun! Eut your paw
in the groove If you dare he added,
pointing 10 the crack he held open with
his ak.
At the words, "if you dare" the lion
obeyed without hesitation. The woodsman
tore away his ak. still wet with the sap of
the forest giant, and the whelp was prls-
oner. "Well--and now; am 1 MANI" asked
the woodsman gravely. Am your mas
ter?"
Crushed by such holiness the lion bent
his head in silence TO acknowledge his de-
feat. As soon as he was liberated, he
stretched himself on the moss, and began
sorrowfully to lick his bleeding paw. The
man bent over the vanquished beast and
bathed the wound carefully, then went on
his way, his ak swung over his boulder.
without saying a word or even turning
his head. The lion followed him with his
eyes until ne was lost to sight. Filled
with shame his confidence I'm his power
and courage shaken--two great tears dim
ed his eyes, and raising himself YEARLY,
he made his way slowly back to the des-
ert. From that day lion has known It is
useless to attack brave man.
Gov. Tyler Of Virginia, who has an
imposing staff OF eighteen members APP
pointed seven Of them from Richmond