Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-04-26
May Kip's Story

l OICcH, Wu0u Tue CulluIcH Weic oA
their picnics, May Kip would tell them
a story. 1t is so pleasant sometimes
to lie on the grass, or to sit in the
sand. and hear a story! One day, after
their picnic luncheon. May told them
this one:
Once there was a prince named
Frederick, nine years old-about as
old as Bradford is. He was a nice
boy. pleasanter than some prince
boys; and he had pleasanter times,
too, although think he must often
have been lonely. You know, princes
boys that are to be kings some day
don't have nearly 80 many good
times as we do. They have to live
so grand! They can't do anything
that we like best to do, 1t, seems. !
suppose they get cross and have dread.
full times. Why, I never once heard
of q prince going on q picnic!
They have to be taught quantities
of hard things, and that boy Frederick
had ever so many. teachers. One was
an old gentleman so wise that the king
and queen wanted him to be with their
son a great deal of tho time, and
Frederick wanted to be with him q
great deal of the time. He was fine
old man; and he rode on horseback all
around the country with Prince Fred
just those two together. They loved
each othre very much.
One summer morning they were
riding slowly up hill. The road was
steep and stony. Suddenly they heard
a great clatter and saw a cart at the
top of the hill, coming fast. They got
out Of the way, and the horses tore
past with the cart humping and rat
Ting. There was no driver and there
didn't seem to be any seat. That's
funny" said Prince Fred, mo seat"
They started on again up the steep
road.
"Thls board must have been the
seat" said the teacher, pointing to
the ground. Just then a boy bigger
than Prince Fred came running over
tho hilltop. He had been thrown
from the cart, but he was fat, and it
had not hurt him. When Prince Fred
looked around to see IL the horses had
stopped, they were out Of sight.
my master" said the prince, he
can't find those horses for long time.
Hadn't better let him have the pony
so as to 60 quicker"
eyes," said the master; and Fred
Jumped of just as the boy came up to
them
"You take this pony said Prince
Fred, "and make him go fast. You can
bring him back to Farmer MatheWson
at the Kings Stony Brook camp, right
down there" and he pointed over the
fields far below to Farmer Mathew
sons place. The master said to the
boy, Eyes, yes, it is quite right
So the boy did as they said. He
was SO shy that he didn't really thank
the prince, but he looked thankful, and
said twice, 'I bring it back: ] bring
it back nodding his head up and
down.
ride hard-he likes to CO." Prince
Fred told him, and gave the pony q
slap, saying: go, now, Sunbeam; you
know how to go. Col" And off went
the pony. Fred had to laugh, the boy
looked so big and Sunbeam so small ;
but the pony was strong. Soon they
were out of sight
Prince Fred walked home. They
took the nearest way; it would have
been too far to go, as they had plan
ned to see some puppies that men were
training for the king. The shortest
way was between two and three miles
It was hot and the road was billy; but
the kind master told very interesting
things as they went along, and they
stopped twice to rest and get drink
where there we're clear springs and
the cool shade Of trees.
That afternoon Farmer Mathewson's
sons brought home the pony safe anc
| sound. They said that the boy hae
found the horses and cart down side
| road after lively chase and Ions
hunt: and Farmer Mathewson's sons
thought that Sunbeam needed a goot
rest. r.#.