The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-01-19
roubles, in her youth or in her old


~ princess roughly and led her along
the highways and byways of the world.
Just as surely as she thought she
knew In which direction they were go.
ing, he would buffet her madly about
until she was quite willing to go in
any direction at all, or merely to whirl
around and around for his entertain.
ment, or even to drop down upon the
ground. Sometimes he would blow
from all directions at once. Some.
times he would lift her entirely off
her pretty feet and whirl her along
like withered leaf of the forest.
All the time the princess uttered no
complaint. Once in while she wept
few showery, wind-swept tears; and
once in while she tried desperately
to understand what it all meant. But
she never resisted the Wind, no mat
ter how much he abused or howled
at her. And the more she gave her
self up to him, bravely and uncom-
plalnlngly, therangrier he became.
There's no doing anything with
you! There's no doing anything with
you'll" he would yell in her ear
I'll do anything that you say.'' she
protested.
That's the trouble! That's the trou-
ble!" he puffed.
1T may be one of your troubles, but
it is not one of mine," said the prin-
cess.
Whereupon the Wind got angrier
than he ever had been before-which
was such a degree of anger that he
actually got little discouraged. 1t
wasn't much fun always to have his
own way! So he decided to try to
break the sweet spirit of the princess
by shutting her up in the Tower of
Ill Luck
This tower was the very most for
lorn place in the whole world 1T
was as lonesome as a grave; dark as
midnight; chill as an iceberg. But
the princess said to herself
"a grave is only for the body; mid
night hath stars; an iceberg gives out
beautiful lights when the suns rays
glance upon it."
In the Tower of III Luck the prin-
cess stood alone with her own soul be-
lore God; but, as her soul was pure,
there was no trouble.
One day she heard a human voice.
A human voice can be very sweet
thing to hear. 1t was the voice of a
man who passed by the foot of the
Tower of Ill Luck. He was crying
out:
Who'll buy troubles! Who'll buy
troubles!"
Buy troubles!" the princess re-
peated to herself. "Why should any
one buy troubles? I have had mine
given to me freely. And yet-and yet
it is passing strange-but am not
troubled by my troubles!"
She looked out of a tiny, iron-barred
window in the tower and saw that the
man with troubles to sell was carrying
a basket of flowers.
"Troubles!" cried the princess. "Do
you call those beautiful things trou-
bles?"
"They will wither," said the man.
"They give joy while they live"
said the princess.
Troubles always come in clusters"
said the man, holding up tempting
bouquet.
$50 do joys" said the princess,
softly.
will you buy?" asked the man.
why should buy?" asked the
princess.
ooh, go home! go home! go home!"
cried the man, suddenly turning into
the Wind-which he really was-and
tearing and stamping madly about
There's no doing anything with you!
Go home, say, and be happy! Well
try it again when you are old"
"You can't" said the princess, "be-
cause you promised my troubles to me
now. And you promised to give them
to me, not sell them to met"
ooh, go home! go home! go home
anyway" he roared.
And he blew and he blew till he
blew himself into the Tower of Ill
Luck SO that it shook to its founda
tons; and he blew and he blew til:
he blew himself and the princess out
of the Tower of Ill Luck.
On the highway, as they were near
ing the palace, the princess was met
by Bonino and Suspiro.