The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1910-01-11
The Two
Pendragons|
BY TUDOR jerks.
'ATHER," said the young magi-
clan. IL believe nv mustacho In

older e;ery day, and the fountain o.
youth has run dry. When you grow W
you will find that long board--espe
cially after it is white--is one Of tn,
most valuable parts of magician''
stock in trade"
"But, father" the young magician
went on, as the other turned away ant
opened large book of charms, 81 wish
you would listen 20 me for minute.
only spoke of my mustache because
we'll, because feel that ! might go out
into the world and do something fol
myself"
The old magician only shifted.
The young magician talked a little
while longer. but his father wouldn't
even pay any attention, and went on
reading the big book as quietly as II
there was no one else around. Seeing
this the young magician suddenly
turned on his heel and left the room,
mutterng angrily to himself and Slam
ming the door SO violently that the
old magician started and dropped his
spectacles.
Goodness mellow noisy children
MY. hdiu tuc Oiu RtullcIudH. ucu,
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 circle and then tapped it seven
times on the floor
A Whit OF blue smoke curled from a
japanese jar that stood on a shelf near
by, and formed itself into tiny fig
IRE in Japanese costume.
Puff" said the magician, "my son,
Pendragon. Jr., has just left the room
in rage. slammirg the door in most
unpleasant manner. think he means
to run away from home. VIII 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 HE
head, "are you back already"
"Yes, 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"
Gle opened it," 4
"How?" =
HE just opened it," said Puff. y
"Ah. the boy does know something"
said the old magician, uneasily.
"Yes, MASTER" Puff answered.; "and
then he went to his own roorh, packed
knapsack. returned, went to the
courtyard. changed the house-dog into
n flying griffin"
Every clever" the old man inter
rupted.
"And flew southwest" Puff con-
cluded.
very good. Get back into your
jar"
Then the old magician rose. took his
wand again from the table, changed
himself into dragon fly, and Jew
through the window.
Meanwhile Pendragon, Jr., was on
his way to Wales, where ne meant to
try his fortune as 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 cold flask
of magic lemonade, refreshed himself
after his journey.
As he rested there large dragon
fly came and lit upon a flower stalk
near him. waving it's wings up and
down as naturally as possible.
When Pendragon. Jr.. had finished
his lunch he rose and descended the
mountain. using the second-hest magic !
wand as walking-stic The dragon
fly 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 a
thick grove of trees, and then pro-
ceeded to tear great jays and tatters in
his clothing. He then took off his
shoes and rubbed them with rough
stones and clay until they were np-
parently 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-ny, who had been watching
Hll this from under a broad leaf. re-
marked to itself. in tiny voice: This
is very surprising, indeed"
Having made himself look like
beggar lad, Pendragon, Jr, came from
the grove into the valley below. and
soon after entered a little village. and
stopped at the door of poor cottope
matched with straw. He knocked at
,he door. and gentle voice from within
cried: "Pull the string, raise the latch
and come int"
Pendragon, Jr., entered, and the door
was closed so quickly behind him that n
aragon-hy who followed just escaped
being caught between door and door
post.
Pendragon, Jr., found himself within
Ihe little cottage, and in the presence
Of an old. old woman, and beautifuI
Young girl. He took off his battered
zap, and bowed low. "May rest here
Tor uwhile?" he asked