The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-11-11

The Castle of Phreex
well. this kingdom existed at time without
Incubator Baby and believe could spare you now
I'll your saucy off, declared the kinglet
81 dare you'll" said Chick. making face.
There's nice child, must say!" retorted the
kinglet, scowling But what expect of a
baby that has parents and proper bringing up?
Bah! I'm ashamed of YOU Chick!"
Don't dare anything against my Incuba-
tori! cried Chick, angrily. Il guess I've had as good
bringing-up as you have, you disagreeaele kinglet
you!"
His Majesty was at first about retort with equal
anger but he suddenly changed his mind and turned
to John Dough
"Who you Stranger" he asked. "And why
you wearing Blunderer's armor?'
So much disrespect had been shown this knglet by
subjects that John about to reply lightly to
these questions but TO his surprise Chick grasped his
hand and whispered to him to make low bow and TO
be very what said. SO the gingerbread man
stepped forward and addressed his Majesty with
ceremony.
"Oh, most puissant and kinglet," be-
gan; II called John Dough. because I am made of
gingerbread and 1 to your isle because could
help it"
The kinglet looked upon the stranger with kindly
expression.
"'Puissant and serene'" he murmured. Evidently
John Dough, you a person of wit ntelli-
gence such welcome TO the Isle of Phreex
Kneel thou at my feet"
John knelt commanded, and the knglet at
him sharp blow the Blunderers helmet
with the heavy the royal sceptre. 1t denied
the plate and would have crushed the ginger
bread mans head had it not been well protected by
the helmet.
Il dub you Knight of Phreex," said his Majesty.
Rise, Sir John Dough villain no longer. but
noble and favored among my subjects!"
John stood up and bowed although he
slightly dazed by the force of the blow.
Long live the gentle Kinglet of Phreex," he man
aged And Chick capped two chubby hands
with glee and whispered: well done my frendl"
You please me, Sir john" remarked the little
knglet swelling out his chest complacently Il wish
people of Phreex polite and discerning
Then he looked around and inquired: where's Sir
Austed Affirm, the Poet Laureate?"
Immediately a drapery parted, and a with a
pale thin face long black and saIuted
his Majesty profound respect. The poet had
bandage over eye and hobbled if lame in
leg He was clothed in black, and his long frock
coat had grease spots the front of it.
Have you made me- sonnet today?" demanded
the little knglet"
yes my royal MASTER" answered the poet; and.
pompously unrolling a scroll. a loud, fall
setto voice. these lines:
There is a wise Kinglet of Phreex
Whose wit is so great that 1t leaks;
While wisd edo n" from : h ii fairly reexs?"
Now that's not so bad" said his Majesty reflect
lively But can't make it little stronger. Sir
Poet?"
.Tn try" replied Austed Affirm: and after pencil
ing words his tablets he read as follows:
The Goddess of Wisdom felt sad;
Said: There's one, it is true
Who knows than 1 do
And the Kinglet of Phreex is the ladr'
"Now that" said his Majesty. strikes me as being
real poetry. How strike YOU Sir John Dough-
It's fairly good replied the gingerbread man;
but it hardly does you Justice"
"The Poet doesn't dare do his Majesty Justice"
said the Disagreeable Failing IF he did. there
be Poet"
There's something in that said the kinglet
But now, Sir Austed, write a my
subject, Sir John Dough-
The Poet sighed and began writing tablets;
presently he this:
The Kinglet of Phreex, it is said
Has knight made of stale gingerbread:
We could him. but yet
The dyspepsia we'd
Would soon make us wish We dead"
THAT" said John. Indignantly. ais libel;
Majesty will loan your sceptre, I'll make
end of this Poet in seconds by the clock
You my permission make mince-meat o
him." replied the kinglet, cheerfully
Mercy mercy. Lord!'Sscreaned the Poet fall
ing upon his knees before John hastily wiping
verse off his tablets. give chance.
beg of your
better the last discharged Is
it not so, your Majesty"
Quite So" laughed the kinglet
The Poet nervously scrubbed another set O. lines.
which n a voice that trembled
To him would be a treat;
He's crisp and well spced,
And you'd find. were he Sliced
That the eggs in him cannot beati'