The age-herald., 1902-01-19
The unmusical Prince; or,
 Tbe Good natnred Giont.
BY RAYMOND FULLER AYERS.

A very great many years ago there lived handsome young prince who just could not bear music He had studied almost every thing there was to study, and as he was studious youth he learned almost all ms teachers could teach him; that Is, all put ms music teacher. He did not like music at all and the more he studied it the less he llkeu it; so, of course, he just learned lot or notes and things without knowing what they meant, and when he tried to play for hls teacher it was exactly as if he had tried to bcund the District of Columbia by means Of compound fractions. 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, 1t was the fashion, and, besides. 1t pleased the King and Queen immensely, for they were so fond of music.
 Things went on this way until after 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  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 word to any one. he emptied the money from his little hank 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 traveller 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 carried musical instru- ments of some kind with them. Those who did not have any instruments would either Fing or whistle until the poor Prince grew almost distracted. 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. Itw surrounded by walls so high that he could not see the top without bending his neck back so far that 1t gotta crink in 1t, and you know that when a wall is as high as that it is very high, indeed. He went in the gates with a rrowd of other people, and as he was very tired he found the best inn and stayed all night The next morning as he was paying his bill the innkeeper asked him what line of business he was in. "I 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. "I know of fine one Why don't you go and kill the giant?"
 What giant?" asked Roland.
 ''Why, the giant that lives on the noun tain over there," said the innkeeper.
 "why should I kill him?" asked Roland. rHe never did anything to me-"