The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-06-04
LtATHER," said the young magi-
clan, ~ believe INV mustache is

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Il am very glad to hear it, replied
| the Old magician, for 1 am becoming
| older every day, and the fountain OF
youth has run dry. When you grow uI
| you will find that long boa rd-espe-
cially after it is whites one of the
most valuable parts of magician's
| stock in trade"
But, father the young magician
| went on, as the other turned away and
| opened large book of charms, II wish
| you would listen to me for minute.
only spoke of my mustache because
| well, because I feel that 1 might go out
| into the world and do something f6r
| myself"
| The old magician only shifted.
The young magician talked little
| while longer, but his father wouldn't
| even pay any attention, and went on
| reading the big book quietly if
1 there was no one else around. Seeing
this the young magician suddenly
| turned on his heel and left the room,
| muttering angrily to himself and slam
ming the door so violently that the
| old magician started and dropped his
| spectacles.
| are!" said the old gentleman. Then,
without rising from his chair. he
| stretched out his hand and took his
magic wand from the corner of the
| table before him. He waved the wand
| in a circle and then tapped it seven
times on the floor.
A Whit of blue smoke curled from .
Japanese jar that stood on a shelf near
by, and formed itself into tiny 6g-
| ure in japanese costume.
Puff" said the magician, "my son,
Pendragon, Jr., has just left the room
in a rage, slamming the door in a most
| unpleasant manner. think he means
to run away from home. Will you be
kind enough to make yourself invis-
ible and go after him? Let me know
what he is doing. Don't stop him, but
report to me all he does"
Eyes, master" Puff answered, and
disappeared.
The old magician went on with his
reading for a short time, and then was
interrupted by the smell of perfumed
smoke.
"Ah, Puff" he said, raising his
head, "are you back already?"
Eyes, master" was the answer,
though nothing was visible in the
room. Master Pendragon has taken
your second-best wand"
"But it was in the secret cupboard"
"He opened it,
"How?"
"He just opened it," said Puff.
"Ah, the boy does know something"
said the old magician, uneasily.
eyes, master" Puff answered.; land
then he went to his own room, packed
knapsack. returned, went to the
courtyard. changed the house-dog into
a flying griffin"
every clever" the old man inter-
rupted.
"And flew southwest" Puff con-
every good. Get back into your
jar"
Then the old magician rose, took his
wand again from the table, changed
himself into dragon fly, and flew
through the window.
Meanwhile Pendragon, Jr., was on
his way to Wales, where he meant to
try his fortune a magician on his
own account. The griffin flew at the
rate of SO miles an hour, and before
long had descended upon the top of
Mount Snowdon, where Pendragon,
Jr., alighted, and drawing from his
knapsack a sandwich and a cold flask
of magic lemonade, refreshed himself
after his journey.
As he rested there a large dragon
fly came and lit upon a flower stalk
near him, waving its wings up and
down as naturally as possible.
When Pendragon, Jr.. had finished
his lunch he rose and descended the
mountain, using the second-best magic
wand as a walking-stick. The dragon
hy fitted along in the same direction,
not coming too near, but never losing
sight of the young man.
AS the young magician came to the
foot of the mountain he turned into q
thick grove of trees, and then pro-
ceeded to tear great jags and tatters in
his clothing. He then took off his
shoes and rubbed them with rough
stones and clay until they were APP
parentIy worn and stained by long
travel His clothes likewise were pow
dered and soiled until he looked like
n youth who had been begging his way
from door to door.
The drag-fy, who had been watching
all this from under a broad leaf, re-
marked to itself. in tiny voice: This
is very surprising, indeed"
Having made himself look like a
beggar lad, Pendragon, Jr., came from
the grove into the valley below, and
soon after entered little village. and
stopped at the door of poor cottage
matched with straw. He Knocked at
the door, and gentle voice from within
cried: Pull the string, raise the latch, |
and come in"
Pendragon, Jr.. entered. and the door |
was closed so quickly behind him that q
who followed just escaped |
being caught between door and door |
post.
Pendragon, Jr., found himself within |
the little cottage, and in the presence |
Of an old, old woman, and beautiful |
young girl. He took off his tattered |
cap, and bowed low. May rest here |