The Washington times., 1902-01-19
VERY great many years ago there
lived a handsome young prince
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A VERY great many years ago there
~ lived a handsome young prince
who just could not bear music.
He had studied almost every
thing there was to study. and as he was a
studious youth he learned almost all his
teachers could teach him; that is, all but
his music teacher. He did not like music
at all, and the more he studied it the less
he liked it; so, OF course, he Just learned
q lot of notes and things without knowing
what they meant, and when he tried to
play for his teacher it was exactly as if
he had tried to bound the District of
Columbia by means OF compound frac-
tions. Now. this was very unfortunate,
for his father could play the bass drum
beautifully and his mother could play the
tambourine as well as anyone could. OF
course, all the lords in waiting and all the
ladies in waiting, and, in fact, everyone
else played the drums and tambourines
every spare moment that they had. for,
you see, it was the fashion, and, besides,
ii pleased the King and Queen immensely,
for they were so fond of music
Things went on this way until after a
while the King grew so worried over
some affairs of state that he could not
sleep at night. He tried his best, but it
was of no use, and by morning he was so
tired out trying to go to sleep that he
would just doze off and sleep all day.
Then the next night he would be wide
awake again, and then, of course, half
of the court would have to sit up with
MIA ha hoc
tambourines, while the other half would
play all day to the Queen. Then the
Prince, whose name was Roland, grew
desperate. One morning, without saying
a word to anyone, he emptied the money
from his little bank into his pockets and
started off to seek his fortune and to find
some place where he would not have to
listen to music all the time.
The Prince was fond of company, and
did not like to travel alone, so he would
bow and smile very politely to any trav-
eler whom he saw going his way and walk
along with him. But he soon grew tired
OF this, for every traveller in that country
was musical, too, and most of them car
ried musical instruments of some kind
with them. Those who did not have any
instruments would either sing or whistle
until the poor Prince grew almost dis
tracted. Still. he did not want to travel
all by himself, and at last he thought of
his money. He paid each one he walked
with to keep quiet, and SO he got along
very nicely.
After travelling for a long time Roland
came to a beautiful city. 1t was sur
rounded by walls SO high that he could
not see tie top without bending his neck
back so far that it got crink in it, and
you know that when a wall is as high as
that it is very high, indeed. He went
in the gates with a crowd of other people,
and as he was very tired he found the best
inn and stayed all night. The next morn
Ing as he was paying his bill the inn
keeper asked him what line of business
he was in. 81 have no business. l am
only seeking my fortune" replied Roland.
do you know of any fortune around here
that can be found without too much
trouble?"
why, yes" said the innkeeper. 81
know of a fine one. Why don't you go and
kill tie giant?"
What giant?" asked Roland.
why the giant that lives on the noun
tain over there said the innkeeper.