Every evening, Wilmington daily commercial. (Wilmington, Del.) 1878-1928, 1918-06-07

HIS life was a happy one. but hc re-
mcmbered that lie was the son oi the l\lng'
and decided to 60 10 the city. where
his uncle now rclgncd y he was about
to start he saw = httle bee N the path
with one of its feet caught III tiny
string The Prince gently. with the
aid Of pm. freed the insect
Where are YOU gong asked the
bee when II was free
nv father is dead and my cruel
uncle is kiug in hl~ place. replied the
Prince This Is not right ! alone
should now I've King mean to g and
clam my crown
Well lct me ~ with YOU, SAID the
bee i may be able = help You tn Your
work We VIII e. together and see what
happens
above his head tluttcrcd the bee he
road was hot dusty ana long, hut AZ
last they arrived II tho gate Of fhc palace
Who are you and what do YOU want.
asked the guards
Il am The rlghtful King. replied
the Prince My uncle sought 70 take
my ifc, hut | was saved tie stole my
throne Now have come to claim It.
The soldier laughed sCornfuliN
II will tell the I\ing what vow saN.
he shouted And | am sure he viii
have YOU thrown IN prison, for the Young
Prince was killed Two wears ago and
YOU are only crazy beggar
The uncle, who was now KING hap
pcned 10 be passing at that moment
and heard the soldiers shout
Bring that lad into the great hail,
he commanded So the Prince. in his
shabby suit and torn, muddy shoes,
was led into the magnificent hall in which
his father had once sat In state. The
uncle sat on a throne Of gold surrounded
bv fine lords and ladies. The chamber
was of marble full Of statues and pant
ings. and through the stained glass WIN
dows the sun shone IN a crimson glow
which cleaned on the rich gold and velvet
of the court.
This ragged heggar claims TO he
the Prince" the uncle said y on All
know the Prince Is dead What must
do to him who claims my throne
The lad does resemble much our
former Prince. said one Of the court
ladies. who had loved the boy Can
we not find out whence he came
No. he Is simply crazy lad, re
piled the uncle But for a Joke | will
test him ! will see II he can tell the
difference between real bunch OF grapes
and an artificial one Perhaps that
will show if he has any Intelligence.
Now. the sly uncle knew that he had
in his possession a bunch Of artificial
TT res 50 perfect that no one. unless he
examined closely. could tell them from
the real fruit He only wanted 10 trap
the boy. So into the hall WAS brought
a golden trav on which was q bunch Of
real grapes and the artificial one. But
no one knew which was which
Il will settle on the real grapes
whispered the bee IN the Princes ear.
'for know which are the fruit and
which made by the hand Of man
When the Prince advanced t the
trav. the bee flew TO the bunch on the
right side OF the tray and began suck
ing the juice from stem where II was
bent
This is the real bunch. said the
Prince, at once picking up the fruit
on which the bee had rested
The uncle, pale with anger, started
up. and was about to rush down the
steps Of his throne. when the bee few
sharply forward and stllng him in the
eve. The man tumbled and rolled
down the steps striking his head against
marble pillar He was picked up
unconscious.
You remember me. Lady lsadora?
said the Prince 4 am sure YOU have
not forgotten me in two short years.
Then he told the whole story Of his
uncles deed
1T is the Prince. indeed" the lords
shouted. He was dressed in royal robes
and seated at once on the throne The
wicked uncle. now a cripple for life, con
fessed his crime, and the young Prince
granted him pardon.
The Prince, now King, reigned for
many wears, and on his coat-of-amrs
was always embroidered a golden bee
for he never forgot what he owed TO his
tiny friend.