The Falls City tribune., 1910-07-08

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What a record for one little woman,
and what 4 multiplication of one lin
tied circle of influence and opportuni-
ty.-Indiana A%wakener.
The Knight of The White Feathers.
Long ago there lived the good old
King Arthur. In those days the rich
people We're not kind to the poor
people. Strong men hurt weak men.
Robbers stole from all. So King
Arthur asked men who wished to
help make things better to be his
knights. These knights were to
love God, to do good ard brave
deeds and to fight for poor and
weak people.
Now there was one knight called
the Knight of the White Feathers, be-
! cause he always wore two white
feathers in his helmet. He rode a
white horse and had a long white
! beard, for he was not young. For
some time the knight of the White
Feathers had nothing to do. The
people thought an old man would not
be strong enough to fight for them.
The other knights laughed at him and
called him Old Sir White Beard.
But the Knight of the White Feath-
er knew h was strong, if he was old,
SO he put on his helmet with the two
white feathers, leaped into his saddles
and blowing his trumpet, he called
! out, "Ho! The Knight of the White
Feathers, He m to fight for
the children! Ho,"
No sooner had he spoken these
words than from behind a tree crept
a child. His clothes were torn, as
if by briers, his little hands were
scratched and stained with berry juice
and on his checks tears had made
clean paths through the dust there.
I'm LOST he said, in a tiny voice.
will you please find me, Sir
Knight?"
The Knight of the White Feathers
leaned down from his horse and pick
ed up the poor little boy, setting him
in front of him, where he could hold
him and see that no harm came to
him. The little boy leaned against
the knight and his head nodded.
Where do you liye?" asked the
knight.
with mother" said the boy.
"And where does mother live?"
'In our house, of course
But how shall we know when we
get to your house?" asked the
knight, smiling down into the boys
sleepy face.
~"Cause-cause there is lions at
the gate;" and the boy fell fast
asleep with one hand holding the
knights white beard.
"On, Charger" whispered the
knight to his horse, and away they
went like the wind, Every now and
Men the knight blew his trumpet and
called out, Found! by the Knight of
the White Feathers, the boy of the
House of the Two Lions! Hot"
Soon a voice answered, Sir knight.
| stop" 1t belonged to an old man,
who said, Turn to your left when
you reach the place where four roads
cross, and you'll come to the House
of the Two Lions"
Thanks, old man, said the knight
tossing him some money. con Charg-
er!" and away they went like the
wind till they reached a gate hav-
ing two stone lions beside it.
Found" called the knight, rap
ping on the gate with his sword;
"by the knight of the White Feath-
ers, the boy of the House of the
Two Lions!" From the house came
the boys mother hurrying. crying
with joy, the nurse who had let him
/ stray away, and the father who had
been hunting for his child all day.
When they turned from kissing the
boy to thank the knight all they
saw was a cloud of dust far away.
The knight had not ridden long
when he was stopped by a woman,
who said, "Sir Knight, there is a
child in a small house two min
utes' journey into the forest, who has
to stay indoors all day, for a robber
has stolen her shoes, and her feet
are too tender to walk without them"
con Charger" said the knight, and
into the forest they went, past the
house with the child's sad face at
the window, till before him the knight
saw the robber riding with the
child's shoes hanging over his saddle.
"The Knight of the White Feath-