The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-05

company is every bit as quiet" So
he lay in his grave and kept right on
making poetry. Only instead Of being
written with pen and ink, which are
not obtainable in graveyards, his
verses were embroidered with white
and yellow daisies and purple and
pink corn flowers on the green breast
of the world above.
What rubbish" said the enchanted
child. But he kept right on reading
just the same. And, wonderful! All
at once he thought of Yungland'
where he had been born. He had not
thought Of it before in ages and ages
indeed, he had not remembered that
there ever was such a place When
he stumbled across the queer little
noisy creatures who still lived there.
with their mouths all sticky with
candy and those loose feet scratching
away at hardwood floors, he used to
stick his fingers into his ears and
scream:
Take 'em away! Take 'em awayw
But now it was different. He
chuckled and sighed He remembered
all at once that he used to catch min
nows with bent pin in Yungland.
And, though the bit Of bread kept
crying Wheat! Wheat! You let me
out!" he paid no attention whatever
to it, but smacked his lips over the
memory of taffy and licorice that he
had quite forgotten years ago; which
shows what a forgettery he had.
He sent his servants out for more
foolish books and he read:
The boy stood on the burning deck"
why, of course" he cried. $50
he did, bless his soul! Don't | re-
member how we used to wave our
hands all around in a circle when we
recited:
u he flames that lit the battles wreck
: Shone round him DER the dead!"
And then he read what was said by
the poet who, folk think, died in an
island in the South Pacific Ocean;
he really only moved back
to Yungland where he belonged all
the time. And when he got to the
lines:
$50 you may see, if you will look
Trough the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away
= And in another garden, play"
the enchanted child jumped up and |
said:
THAT settles it. Pm going back to
= But how? All, there was the rub
This tall child was in the habit of
merely saying thing when it wanted |
it, such as;
'That settles it. I'm going to build |
a railroad!'' and presto! it was done
But you can't get back to Yungland |
just by making up your mind that
way.
Still, he tried and tried. Yet he
would hardly make a step before he
found himself pulled backward, head
over heels, Just like. a rubber ball at
the end of an elastic.
So at last, ashamed though he was
for fear that the world would make
he had to hunt up one of
those useless poets and ask him for
advice.
HUM said the old poet, whose
eyes were. so clear that you could look
into and into them and yet never see
anything except still more bright
places behind them, "Hum! | suppose
you have been trying to drag your
railroad trains and your other toys
along with you"
. Certainly" said the enchanted tall
child. "What do you suppose I'd live
on in Yungland if I didn't take them
along?"
I'm sure I don't know" said the
old poet. q fear, however, that l
know no way for a person to reach
Yungland unless he goes without any,
suspect that nv advice is onlv useful
to very simple and foolish people |
am not accustomed to counselling wise
persons like you"
Il imagine, sir, that you are right"
said the tall child stitfly. "The idea
of expecting me to give up the rail-
roads and banks that | have accumu-