Los Angeles herald., 1909-10-10


drilling the boys. He cracked his whip
and in a moment Frank was standing
on his hands and walking around. The
trainer said down." and Frank got
on his feet again. The trainer
cracked his whip again. Earl and
Walter did their trick well. The train
er called on Frank again, but he knew
no other tricks and the trainer lashed
him with his whip. 1t hurt, but he
did not cry.
Then came Earl's and Walters turn
and he lashed them and the crowd
yelled. This made the boys mad and
they flew upon the trainer and
thrashed him.
Your loving nephew,
CARL w. QUITS.
4454 Crocker street, Mckinley avenue
school, grade B5.
"Thou art ragged, my son." said an
old woman from the tent.
THE heart is what makes the man,
my mother" replied the boy, Maro-
pechee, Son of Wisdom.
The old squaw, Corato, kindness to
her very name, taken by his noble
ways and able answers, took him in
and fed him.
But others of the Coroateen tribe
knew that he was not one of them,
and so spread the rumor: He is
spy from the hated, feared and de-
spised Caromacheans" Then they
poured daring and unmerciful abuse
on him. but he laid his head on old
Corato's shoulder, signing:
Thou art kind, Corato."
ooh, little Maropechee, the son of
wisdoml Thou art wise and gentle;
thou wilt be a great warrior when
thou art man."
Suddenly through the wood came
Kacho, lightning speeder, fleeing faster
than the magic red arrow shot by
Maropechee.
"Hark, o Corato!' he cried. Listen
what thy folly has brought upon us!
The Caromacheans come to take our
liberty and bring our children up as
slaves! Flee!"
ooh, mercy! Great mystery!" cried
Corato.
Comfort, Corato" whispered Marc
pechee kindness wins. The Caro-
machean tribe have no kindness, but
the Coroateens have, for thou are
kind"
Here through the wood resounded a
cry, and Indians sprang from every
tree, full armed and ready for battle.
The Caroateens stood amazed and
dumb, watching the furious enemy lay
waste their wood.
Suddenly there rose among the
Caroateens a figure tall and strong.
Throwing up his arms he cried
Help Ine, great mystery! L uOW d0-
fend Corato."
He rushed forward, shot a red ar
row into the enemy and won the bat
tile.
80 chief" cried the Caroateens,
most mighty and divine; you are our
chief!"
"No," said the warrior. Listen! I
have come to teach you this: "A lit
tie kindness may save the liberty of
a tribe. Thank Corato for your free
dom, for it was her kindness that
saved you"
So saying he dropped his blanket and
magic red arrows, and they saw once
more the figure of the ragged Marc
pechee.
"Ah, Maropechee, son of wisdom"
said Corato, thou art right, "A small
kindness may save the freedom of
whole tribe"
ELLEN TUPPER, L. A. H. S.
Box $50, r. F. D. No. 1.
I am very sorry that this excellent
story was received just too late to be
included in the contest for prizes of
last week. 1t shows beautiful style,
as we'll as a highly imaginative power.
More stories will be eagerly welcomed.
Frank was taken into one of the lit
tie cabins by two of those large
monkeys. He was tied by one leg with
a good, stout rope, so that he could
not get away. He was left for the
night with one of the large monkeys
as guard.
The next morning he was taken in
another part of the ship and given his
breakfast, which consisted of cocoanut
milk and a cocoanut. He was then
taken in to be trained. He was made
to dance while one of the monkeys
played some kind of music. He was
made to jump through a hoop and to
climb to the top of pole and jump
off of it.
They reached Africa one night and
he was taken to the monkey village in
the jungle The next morning he was
taken in a wide clear place not very
far from the village, and made to per-
form. Just as he was on the top OF
the pole or ladder he semed to become
dizzy and everything looked black un-