The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-06-23

piled the English language with host of proverbs and the with the words 'uuixotism" and "ouixotic." Its Spanish Is the standard of elegance in that language and whole libraries have been written in commentaries upon t.
 It's publication is supposed to have hae decided effect upon the Spanish character. Byron says: "Cervantes laughed Spain's chivalry away but that was a harsh judgment. Yet, cele- brated as the story of Don Quixote Is comparatively few whose native tongue was not Spanish have ever read 1t through: and of all the adventures of the Knight of the Sorrowful Figure that of the windmills is the only one that is really generally known. It is @ voluminous work, and wor derfully fascinating though it is in the original, it must be confessed it is trifle tedi- ous in most translations.
 Tn one of the villages of La Mancha lived Alonzo Quixano, single gen. tlemal of 50, spare of body and meagre of face whose modest income support ed him in frugal comfort -ntil, to fill up his spare time, which extended over most of the year, he began the reading of the romances of chivalry. The con- tinued reading of these books finally turned the poor gentlcman's head. though in all other matters be had an
 
 and it was with more alarm than sur prise that his two cronies, the curate and Master Nicholas, the barber, learn- ed one day that Alonzo had dubbed himself Don Quixote de la Mancha, and set, out upon his aged and bony steed with the avowed intention of revivtng .- the practice of knight errantry.
 He had donned an old suit of armor which had belonged to his great grand father, and as the helmet wanted a visor he had constructed one of paste- board As the steers of all knights errant must have names, the Don had called his 'Rozinante"-a combination of "rozin,' drudge horse, and ante" before, which might be held to signify that while the dejected animal had formerly been a drudge horse, he was now before all drudge horses.
 knight errent not in love is un- thinkable and this at first presented a seemingly insuperable obstacle to Don Quixote's ambitions. But, for tunately, he remembered that years ago he had for short time fancied himself enamored of a peasant girl in the neighboring town of Toboso. It was annoying that he should have forgotten her name, but he pitched upon Dulcinea as being a good sounding one-Dulcinea del Toboso-and she at once became in his disordered fancy the peerless princess" for whose favor he sighed and whose charms 1t was his duty to proclaim.
 The knights first sally did not take him far from home; for, falling in with a company of travelling merchants, whom he attempted to charge because they were not prompt enough in ac- knowledging the virtues and charms or Dulcinea, Rozinante, being new to the chivalry business. stumbled and fell in mid-career and the Don, besides being injured by the animal rolling on him, was so soundly belabored by the mer- chants that he had to be carried home and put to bed for much needed re- pairs. The priest and the barber burned or confiscated the Don's whole library Of chivalrous romances in the vain hope that when he got about again he would forget his mania. But 1t was Of no use; and before long the Don had taken to the road again. this time accom- panied by neighboring rustic, an honest but shallow-brained person. to whom he promised the government of an island, such being the usual re- ward of faithful souires. This squire, Sancho Panza by name, was as snort and stout as his master was long and lean, and he rode forth to valorous deeds upon his beloved ass, Dapple. All the squires Don Quixote had ever read of rode horses, but even knight errant must sometimes yield to the exigencies of a situation.
 Don Quixote had patched up his hell met and provided himself with new lance, and now, as he proceeded over the plains of Montiel and the sun was rising, he cried out to his squire: Look wonder, friend Sancho. where thou mayest discover somewhat more than thirty monstrous giants whom I in- tend to encounter and slay."
 What giants?" said Sancho. Those thou seest wonder with their long arms" replied the knight.
 Look you, sir" replied the squire "those are not giants, but windmills."
 Tt is very evident" retorted the Don, "that you do not know much about chivalry," and clapping spurs to Rozin- ante he went charging full tilt at one of the windmills, the sails of which were just beginning to revolve in the morning. breeze. The whirling sail caught the lance, broke 1t to splinters and sent horse and rider rolling over and over on the plain.
 God save usw cried Sancho. as he came running up. Did l not warn YOU that those were windmills and no one could mistake them for any, thing else who had not the like in ms head?"
 Don Quixote, sitting ruefully on the ground, managed to say. Peace You are not versed in matters of war. A wicked magician has changed these giants into windmills so as to deprive me of the glory of subduing them"
 They passed the night under tree. from which the knight tore withered branch to serve in place of his broken lance and on the morrow resumed their adventurous quest After several minor adventures they saw advancing toward them two monks of the Order of St. Benedict. mounted upon mules, wearing travelling masks and carry ing umbrellas. Behind them came a coach accompanied by four or five men on horseback and two muleteers on foot. In the coach was a Biscaine lady going to join her husband at Seville The monks were not in her company but only happened to be traveftng the same road.
 'IIah" cried Don Quixote. either I am much deceived or those black figures are enchanters carrying off some princess whom they have stolen"
 so planting himself in the middle of the highway, the valiant knight called out: "Diabolical and monstrous race! Either immediately release the high born princess whom you are carrying away or prepare for instant death!"
 sir" said one of the monks. amazed At the sight of the Don, i've are monks of the Order of St. Benedict, travelling On our own business. and entirely ig- norant of any princess"
 NO fair speeches with me" shouted the Don; and, clapping his spurs to