The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-05

lated at the expense of so much time
and intellectp
So he went to the greatest doctor
i'll the world.
MY dear sir" said that person
what you want is some Of our latest
elixir. 1t is made of nitro-glycerine
and rhinoceros blood and will take
you to Yungland in no time
But, alas The elixir made the tall
child hop around and act so frivolous
that everybody sniggered behind his
Dack, but 1t did not take him back
to 4ungland, not even within sight
OF the goose pond that lies outside of
All sorts of people hurried to him
when they heard where he wanted to
go. One man sold him a ticket of
membership to golf club, which. he
SAID, lay just on the road. But #
didn't. Another sold him steam
yacht which had been there once and
would go again, according to him.
But it wouldn't
SO at last the tail child thought
of his old mother Up to that time he
had not thought of her any more than
he had thought of Yungland. He had
her name and address carefully put in
to his ledger so that his men might
send her lots of money; and then he
had sort of forgotten her.
The poor old woman used to put all
the money away in the bank 50 that
she could leave it for him when she
died. And every time the door bell
rang she would smile happily and trot
downstairs in a vast hurry, because
every time, no matter how often if
happened, she was sure that the tall
child had come at last. But every
time It was only man bringing more
money; so she would sigh and settle
down to wait for the next time.
But now the tall child really went
to his mother, and she nearly died
with joy. And when he asked her the
way to Yungland, she made him sit
at her knee as he had done long ago.
and she smoothed the hair on his fore
head and told him stories. There were
all kinds Of stories, and everv one
made him remember Yung1and bet
ter and better.
But the best story she kept to the
end; it was about little girl that used
to live next door to him in Yunp-
land. And when she mentioned her
name, Mora" at once the tall child
sprang up and kissed his old mother
and cried.
Little Nora! Little Nora! Where
is she now?"
The old mother told him; and he
hurried away, forgetting all about his
6anks and things, until he came to a
beautiful cottage overgrown with
vines and flowers. In among the green
he saw the CLEAN Of pale, yellow gold.
But he had never raced for gold be-
fore as he raced toward this. For this
gold was the gold on Nora's head.
And Nora knew him! Knew him
the moment she laid eyes on him!
And more than that, Nora still had
little blue and gold book of fairy tales
that he had given to her! 1t was bv
a person named Hans Christian An
dersen. Dear old Christian Ander-
sen!' said the tall child, with-yes.
with a tear in his eye
Now that was queer. For Hans
Christian Andersen was just another
OF those useless poets who wouldn't
or couldn't walk in time with "Tick!
TackP' and who couldn't have struck
a daily petty cash balance to save his
poetical neck.
So they sat down together and read
the foolish, foolish things about the
ugly duckl1ng and the travelling COM
panlon, the tinder box, the gallant tin
soldier and the little match girl.
Somehow, while they were reading,
their arms went around each others
shoulders, just as they used before the
old sorcerer had changed them. CAL
though, for the matter of that, the
tall child would have laughed at you
if you had said that Nora was
changed)
And att last, when it became too
dark to read, they sat looking, look
ing into the sunset. And all at sonce
they knew that they were both in
Yungland again. And what is more.
they are there yet and are going to
stay there and be happy forever and
forever.
JULIUS MULLER.