The Winslow mail., 1912-11-30

with his heart in his mouth. But In
few moments everything was quiet
rgain. and he managed TO lead old
Molly ont into the road without any
further mishap. He had plenty Of
Hight now, for there Was f,1lI moon.
hut he did not Leap into the saddle At
one bound, because that huge saher
WOULD get in the way
When, at last, he had mounted he
headed his fiery steed toward the
woods, which lay about two miles off
Molly wes VERY ircwsv, and il took
several slars with the fat CT the s. hey
tc start her, hut finally she dropred
into 2. dog trct, which she Seemed
able to keep up indefinitely. Sir John
logged along for some time. and felt
very happy. But soon the picturesque
helmet grew pnconfcrtahly heavy
The Young knight tried to persuade
himself that i did not hurt, that be
wonld really feel uncomfortable with.
c,,t his "ermor" At last, when his
hesdgear became unbearable. he re,
n err bered how the knight barred his
head end drank in the sWeet air"
With great relief he followed his
hero's example But this was only 2
temporary relief, BEFORE long his
head developed an amazing tendency
to nod, and he yawned till his eyes
were full Of tears. 1T seemed as if
he had been in the saddle for hours,
snd he wondered why the woods Scent
ed to recede. BY mighty effort he
at last reached the forest and dis
mounted, after another struggle with.
his saber. He hitched Holly to 2 con-
renient tree and threw himself on the
ground moment more and Sir John
was in dreamland
Now, Molly had never approved of
these proceedings, and as she thought
of her comfort BILE stall at home she
gave an impatient toss to her head
The knot, which sleepy little Sir John
had only half tied, came loose, and
Molly found herself free. Immediate
" she started for home, and in half
an hour she stro1led in at the barn
1cor. which the knight errant had left
wide open behind him.
Meantime the aforesaid knight had
found the tree roots rather hard, and
had decided to resume his march, rest.
Ing when he should find q more com:
Portable spot. lima gine his consternae
tion when he could not find his trusty
steed. He called again and again but
no Molly appeared, Then he noticed
St
Some of those trees looked mighty
funny. What was that? Only the
leaves rustling. They never sounded
so in the da ytime. Why didn't the
sun come up? A ghostly screech
pierced the air. The blood of Sir
John the Valiant ran cold. Again that
awful "Whoo 90 90, and Sir John
.ook to his heels in ignohle flight He
tripped on his saber and fell. hut was
too frightened TO rise. and so lay still
and sobhed At last he 'sobhed him
self asleep, and when he awoke the
sun was shining brightly through the
trees He was very hungry, and still
, good deai f4sightened He ha7 lest
y. ; cnrn bread from his pockets, and
thought longingly of the bacon that,
his mother cooked for breakfast. He
got up and started to walk but the
sword dragged him hack All his de-
sire for adventure had vanished with
The night He trudged along, carry
ing the sword in his arms
Some time later q very humble
knight Grant stood at the kitchen
door. looking into the worried face of
his father.
Air ye goin' to lick me. paw" was
what he said
But his mother ran To him and kiss
ed him. and cried, and Sir John the
Valiant laid his head on his mothers
shoulder and cried, too