Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-01-04

Once, while hunting in the Italian
Alps. Victor Emmanuel started before
the rest OF his party, but was soon
stopped by a brawling mountain. tor
rent. He was not tall, says a Pied
mont correspondent Of the London
Daily News. but even IL he had been able
to wade across without being drowned,
he would have been what in Ireland is
called drowned" and it is nc help, to a
days shooting to begin it soaked to the
skin. So, when a tall man happened
along, the king hailed him.
You must carry me across" said the
king.
well, comrade," returned the big man,
1t would take a good deal to make me
do that. You may not be very long, but
you are broad and heavy"
On, come, what will you do the, job
fOr?" asked the king, slightly ruff1ed by
the allusion to his sore point-his bulk.
NOT one sou under a hundred" The
man replied, land I warn you'll you
f1dget I'll drop you, even If it should be
In the middle OF the stream"
"Done!' cried the king. But in mid
channel a fear seized him that his point
er was not following, and he twisted
round to a a look.
"Bourreau! You shall be paid for
this!" growled the porter; but he did not
drop his burden.
ANO"S SdAu lNCp DIS lie u6pOS1ICU the
king on the bank, "you must pay me not
100, but 200 DON'T you know you
risked both of our lives with your f1d-
geting?"
The king humAbly pleaded that he
wanted to see If his dog was safe over
the water, and paid his 100 francs cheer
fully, n then asked:
lis there nothing else I can do for
your"
Tit big mar pondered. At last he said:
THE thing I am long wishing for is a
donkey. If I had a donkey 1 should be
happy as a king. I'd sell my little crops
in Turin them"
But it is a long way to Turin" OBJ
ter serve your need?'
What, a horse and no stable? A dom
key fills in in the corn shed or anywhere;
but 1T would cost me many a Ira before
I could have a stable built said the
man, m%ournfully.
And SO they parted. But soon after
ward the king provided ONE of his own
farm horses and sent it with twenty gold
pieces to his bearers cabin.
The mans wife was at home, and
secuted the idea that beast and money
were for her husband. The messenger,
however, was firm. He explained that
the gifts came from the king" This ex-
cited the woman's mirth. She shouted
OOWdI uIIC 1IllISlut IL utT liESDdHQ. -
"COme home! Here's a horse for you,
man, n a purse full of gold! From the
king. For yourself!"
It took the big fellow a long time to get
it into his head that all these miracles
had happened because he once helped "a
stranger over the torrent, but at length
he accepted 1t for true.
That, however, is not quite all the
story. One day, when the peasant and
the cart and the horse We're in Turin he
saw a crowd gather, and the people said
the king was coming. Then he b%ethought
himself of his manners. He flung the
reins to a boy, Strengthened himself to
his full height, and went into the middle
Of the street, holding Up an imperious
hand to the cOacf1man on the box of the
royal carriage. The coachman refined up,
the mountaineer bounded to the carriage
door and shook the kings hand heartily.
Il am proud to see your majesty" he
said, for l wanted to thank you for send
ing me that honey and the horse. Look
over at him there with the cart load Of
cabbages. He is hale and hearty! And I
always wished to tell you I am glad I was
Of service to you at the stream; and I am
sorry I called you bourreau.'
The king greatly relished the frank, in
dependent ways Of his Alpine subject,
his unconventionality and good breeding,
as well as the hearty handshake, which
was returned with equal heartiness.