The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1912-09-19

With his heart in his mouth. But In q
few moments everything was quiet
again, and lie managed TO lead old
Molly out into the road without any
further mishap. He had plenty OF
light now, for there was a full moon.
but he did not leap into the saddle al
n bound, because hat huge saber
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 was very drowsy, and it took
several slaps with the fiat Of the saber
to start her, but finally she dropped
into a dog trot. which she seemed
able to keep up indefinitely. Sir John
logged along for some time, and felt
very happy. But 0 0 the picturesque
helmet grew uncomfortably heavy.
The young knight tried to persuade
himself that it did not hurt, that he
would really feel uncomfortable with
out his "armor." At last, when his
headgear became unbearable. he re.
membered how the knight barred his
head and drank IN the sweet air
With great relief he followed his
hero's example. But this was only a
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 II
he had been in the saddle fer hours, ,
and he wondered why the woods seem
ed to recede. By a mighty effort he
at last reached the forest and dis
mounted, after another struggle with
his saber. He hitched Molly to a 0
yenient tree and threw himself on the
ground. A moment more and Sir John
was in dreamland
Now, Molly had never approved of
these proceedings, and as she thought
of her comfortable 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
ly she started for home, and in half
an hour she strolled in at the barr
door, 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 a more com
Portable spot. Imagine his consterna-
ton when he could not find his trusty
steed. He called again and again, but
Molly appeared. Then he noticed
how lawfully dark" it really was.
Some of those trees looked mighty
What was that? Only the {
leaves rustling. They lever sounded ,
so IN the daytime. Why didn't the I
sun come up? A ghostly sereech
the air. The blood of Sir
John the Valiant ran cold. Again that
awful "Whoo-oo-oo." and Sir John
.ook to his heels in ignoble fight. He ]
on his saber and fell, but was
90 frightened to rise, and so lay still r
sobbed. At last he sobbed him !
;elf asleep, and when he awoke the
was shining brightly through the :
He was very hungry, and still d
good deal frightened. He had lost 3
he corn bread from his pockets, and t
lie thought lonsingiy of the bacon that f
lis mother cooked for breakfast. He 1,
up and started to walk; but the n
word dragged him back. All his de- !.
ire for adventure had vanished with
night. He trudged along. carry
ng the sword in his arms. =
Some time later a very humble L
night Grant stood at the kitchen Z
DOR. looking into the worried face of g
is father. b
"Air we goin' to lick me, paw" was IL
hat he said.
But his mother ran to him and kiss T
him, and cried, and Sir John the =
'aliant laid his head on his mothers =
and cried, too.