The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-06-20


all the pretty makebelieve subjects
and had been obliged to turn to and
hunt amongst the ugly everyday facts
of life for material to write stories
about, there lived a princess who was
so lovely that when men first saw
her they used to rub their eyes and
pinch themselves to make sure that
they were awake, and that she really
was a live princess and not part of
a dream.
But the princess was as real as she
was beautiful. In fact, the only diff
ference between her and the other
people you meet in the streets was
that the gods had been kinder to her
than to most folks.
At her birth she had been given
many gifts. The sun had kissed her
cheeks, and this had come as such
surprise that the two little bushes
that had been born there had never
quite died away; the night shades,
which were just hurrying off, left be-
hind them two trailing shadows in
her gentle eyes; the sun, too, had shed
some of his gold amongst her curly
locks; and nature hung charm
about her so that she had a way of
winding herself around peoples
hearts, getting more and more tight
ly fixed every hour, until she nestled
in some warm corner and got all and
more than her share of love.
1t was the same wherever she went
Everyone loved her, first for her
beauty and afterwards for herself.
Old men and women, young men and
maidens, kings and courtiers alike,
made her queen of their hearts. But
in spite of all this love and admira-
ton, the poor, pretty princess was
not happy. For amongst other gifts
the gods had given her a golden
heart Now. a heart of gold sounds
very nice possession. People en-
We'd her, and used to tell their chill
dren stories about the beautiful prin-
cess with a heart of gold. But the
princess herself found it anything but
comforta BILE, and sometimes very
heavy. The fault was that it was too
fine a possession for everyday use.
It was not soft and yielding like ordi-
nary hearts on which it is easy to
make impressions. and so it came to
pass that, while everybody loved her,
the poor princess could not love any
one. BY this | mean anyone in par
ticular, which. after all, is the only
kind of love that counts. She loved
everyone just in the same degree. she
gave them all sterling 24-carat love,
but all the time she ached to be able
to give some one person something
better and make him king and mas
ter of her fine gold heart.
"Will nothing melt it?' she cried
to herself one day, after she had dis
missed the latest of her admirers,
ard the little gold heart was feeling
unusually cold and glittering.
Am to live all my life with lit
tie dead heart that viii never awake
to love? Shall | always 90 on being
loved and never learning what love
is?" And she put her head down and
cried until the shadows in her dark
ewes grew deeper and deeper, and the
end of her little tip-tilted nose was as
pink as the heart of a she'll
at is no good being so silly" she
said at last to herself. IF you go
on crying you will only make your
ewes red and yourself ugly, and then
where will you be? Worse off than
before. for folks will leave off low
inc Won. and YOU will then have moth
ing let"
SO, being a very practical princess
she set to work to dry her eyes, and,
having powdered her nose, she sent
for the court physician, of whom she
demanded love potion which would
cure her complaint and melt her
heart,
But the physician was old. He shook
his head His science did not admit
of love potions. He said they were
dangerous, and, worse than all. I'M
professional. He would never admin
lister one.
So she put on her hat and hurried
away to big store kept by a woman
of the world who traded upon her ey
perience, and out of the wealth Oh
her worldly wisdom gave advice to all
who cane to consult her.
The princess explained her symp-
toms.
CAN" said the woman, after she
had listened to her. II can easily see
what is the matter with you. While
you were talking to me you spread
out your wings. and they were very
white You need tonic called eXpe-
rience."
But" said the princess, with great
wide-open, astonished eyes, Il did not
know that | had wings"
I'VE all have wings" said the world.
" wise woman. "ll;t is the differ.
ence between us and men. Only some
of us don't use them for soaring
with; some clip them early in life
others draggle them in the mire
while some have such weak undevel-
oped ones that they are not strong
enough to even help them to rise
above the petty cares of life. Oh