The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-11-18

scattereu al over the worlo as the result
Of your f~oolishness.-
ITO an extent, Sire, I am scattered. But
1t is the result Of bravery, not f~oolishness."
He unstrapped his left arm and tossed 1t
on the floor before the throne.
Il lost that at Bull Run he said. Then
he unlocked his right leg and cast 1t dow
That, Sire, was blown OF at Sedan
Then he suddenly lifted his right arm
seized his hair firmly n lifted the head
from his shoulders.
1T is true 1 lost my head at Santiago he
said, but | could not help it,
John was ~astonished. The old General
seemed to come to pieces very easily. He
had tucked the head under his right elbow
and now stood before the kinglet IN one
foot, presenting a remarkably strange ap-
pearance.
His Majesty seemed interested.
-What is your head made OFF, hs asked.
Wax, your Majesty"
And what are your legs made of?' con
tinued the kinglet.
"One is cork, Sire, and the ~other-the
one I am now standing on-is Eastwood
And your srms?"
Rubber, my kinglet.'
You may 60, General. There il M
doubt your were very unwise to get so
broken up; but there is nothing left for the
Royal Executioner to do
The girl sighed and felt the edge OF her
blade. The old General replaced his head,
had his leg. and arm again strapped to his
body by the guards, and hobbied away after
making a low bow before the throne.
just then a great noise OF Quarrelling and
fighting was heard near the doorway, and
while all eyes were turned toward the
sound. a wooden Indian sprang into tho
ball, waving a woode tomahawk and utter
ing terrible w~arwhoops.
Following him came q number OF the
Brotherhood Of FaiIings, trying to capture
the Indian. The Awkward tripped up I'M
fell fiat on his face; the Unlucky got in
the way of the tomahawk and received a
crack on the head that laid him low; the
Blunderer was kicked on the shin so vio-
lently that he howled and limped away
to a safe distance.
But just before the throne the Disagree
able, the Bad-Tempered and the Ugly
managed to throw a robe about the Indians
arms and bind them fast to his body, 60
that he ceased to struggle.
What's the trouble?' asked the kinglet.
Sire" said the Indian, proudly, -onoe /
had the honor to be a beautiful sign in
front OF a cigar store. and now these miser-
able Failings dare to insult me-"
HE claims his name is Wart-on-the-
Nose answered the VI sgreesble, and
any one can see there is no wart at all on
his nose"
so we decided to fight him. added
the Ugly.
And he dared TO resist. said the Bad
Tempered.
Il am a great Chief the Indian de-
clared. scowling neroely. Il am made OF
oak. and my paint Is the best ready-mixed
that can be purchased
But why do you claim your name is
Wart- -Nose?' asked the kinglet.
Il have a right to call myself what I
/ please" answered the Indian, sulkiIy.
Are not White girls called Rose and Violet
when they have not that color? John
Brown was white and Mary Green was
white. II the white people deceive us
about their names, / also have q right to
deceive"
Now. by my-my-my'--The kinslet
jabbed the fat man with his sceptre.
-Halidom.' yelled Nebbie, with a Jump.
by my halidom!" said the kinglet, Il
will allow no one in my kingdom to tell
an untruth. There being no wart OF your
nose, you must die the death! Executioner,
do your duty"
The Failings tripped up the Indian 40
that he fell upon his face, and then the
girl advanced solemnly with her sword.
Three times she swung the glittering blade
around her head, and then she glanced at
the kinglet and said:
WE'LL"
well, whst?- asked his Majesty.
isn't it time to change your mind?'
I'm not going to change my mind in this
case said the kinglet. Chop OF his
head"
At this the girl screamed and drew back.
DO you really mean it?"
-Of course"
oh, your Majesty, l couldn't hurt the
poor thing!' sobbed the Executioner. 1T
would be simply awful Please change
your mind a. you always rave DONE
Il won't" said the kinglet. sternly. You
do a. I tell you, Maria Simpson. or I'll
have you executed next
The girl hesitated. Then she took the
sword in both her hands, shut her eyes and
struck downward with all her might. The
blade fell upon the Indians neck and shiv-
cred into several pieces.
He's wood. your Majesty" said the
Executioner. Il simply a cut his head
or"
Get a meat cleaver,' cried tho kinglet.
do you suppose I'll allow W~art-on-the-
Nose to live when he hasn't any wart on
his nose? Get the ~cleaver instantly"
So the girl brought q big meat ~cleaver,
and, lifting it high in the air. struck the
Indians neck AZ hard as she could.
The cleave or stuck fast In the wood. but
IL didn't cut far enough to do much harm
TO the victim. Indeed, Wart-on-the-Nose
even laughed, and then he said:
There's a knot In that neck-a good
oak knot. You couldn't chop my head
J OF In q thousand years"
The kinglet was annoyed.
pull out that cleaver.' he ordered.
The girl tried to obey, but the cleaver
stuck fast. Then the Failings tried, one
after another. but It wouldn't bulge.
Never mind. leave IL there" said the
Indian. rolling over and then getting up on
his feet. 1T won't bother me In the least.
In fact, IL will make a curious ornament
Look here, Sir John Dough" said the
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