Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1910-03-24

furrowsd cheeks and eyes like a cold
winters sky And he seized the love
ly 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 we're go
ing. he would buffet her madly about
until she was quite willing to go In
any direction at all, or merely to whiri
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 on
her pretty feet and whirl her along
like a withered leaf of the forest.
All the time the princess uttered no
complaint. Once in a while she wept
few showery, wind-swept tears; and
once in a while she tried desperately
to understand what 1t 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-
plainlngly, the angrier he became.
There's no doing anything with
youl There's no doing anything with
you!" he would yell in her ear.
TN do anything that you say" she
protested.
That's the trouble! That's the trou-
ble!" he pulled.
1T may be one of yeur troubles, but
1t is not one of mine" said the prin-
cess.
Wbereupon the Wind got angrier
thanthe ever had been before-which
was such a degree of anger that he
actually got little discouraged. II
wasn't much fun always to have his
own wayl 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 I'll Luck the prin-
cess stood alone with her own soul be-
fore God; but, as her soul was pure.
there was no trouble.
One day she heard a human voice
A human voice can be a very sweet
thing to hear. 1t was the voice of
man who passed by the foot of the
Tower of Iii Luck. He was crying
out:
Who'll buy troublesl Who'll buy
troubles!"
Buy troublesl" the princess re-
peated to herself. why should any
one buy troubles? / have had mine
given to me freely And yet-and yet
lit is passing strange-but / am not
troubled by my troublesl"
She looked out of tiny, iron-barred |
window in the tower and saw that the |
man with troubles to sell was carrying
a basket of flowers
"Troublesl" 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 a tempting
bouquet
so do joys" said the princess,
softly
"Will you buy?" asked the man.
why should I buy?" asked the
princess.
ooh. go home! go homel go homel"
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 1t 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 mel"
"oh, go home! go home! go home,
anyway" he reared.
And he blew and he blew till he
blew himself into the Tower of Ill
Luck so that it shook to its founda-
tions; and he blew and he blew till
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 .