The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-04-16

little owl began to blink more and
more, and finally said to the princess.
my dear, l really must stop for a
few moments and put on my green
goggles. for the light hurts my eyes
very much" So they both ahghted
by the roadside, where the golden rod
nodded pleasantly on this warm Sep
tember day as it climbed up higher
in a thick tangle of greenness. The
little princess was glad to rest, for
she was weary indeed with her long
search of her pet pet monkey. Leaning
against the old stone wall, she let her
eyes rest upon the grass, which was
st,lI soft and green, and the vines
which hung in full, rich clusters along
the roadside.
Soon, however, they resumed their
Journey. for September afternoons
are short. The sun has way of sud
denly disappearing, and the princess
W as most impatient to reach the win
ter pslace of Water Witch before mid
night. On and on they went Dark
ness came down and the stars made
their appearance one by one in the
great heavens. The full, round moon
came ND out of the East, slowly and
sedately, and the evening breeze
avoke and left the cool forests to wan
der over the quiet earth.
In the distance rose a high noun
tain, on whose snow-crowned summit
the light of the moon fell in silver
splendor. Gradually the air grew
colder and colder, and the little priE-
cess shivered and wrapped her cloak
about her more closely. She paused
on folded wings a momen for breath,
then flew on again. so that they might,
as the owl said, reach the ice palace
before midnight On reaching glen,
which was almost inclosed by fir trees,
they again paused to rest. Here the
snow and ice had begun to form, toss
ing itself in wilder and wilder shapes,
until on the summit it seemed at a
distance like part of the soft, fleecy
clouds which so often hung in the air
around it.
There! There is the ice palace"
suddenly exclaimed the little owl.
Don't you see its spires and turrets,
and all the queer shapes We find Oh
our window panes cold mornings"
Eyes, I see" cried the little princess.
Come, let us stand on this window
ledge" whispered the owl. The ice
was too frosty. however, for them to
sec inside, and they were about TO
seek an entrance elsewhere when the
owl suddenly exclaimed: See, your
breath has melted a little hole in the
ice pane" The princess again pressed
her mouth close to the thin sheet of
ice. Her warm breath soon melted
il away and she stopped to look in.
There was a room looking as if made
Of glass, but really a crystal palace of
pure shining ice, with icicles hanging
from its roof, and delicate tracery of
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tine smooth, icy floor skate little frost
fairies about as large as your thumb,
pure and white as snowfakes. On a
throne at one end of the hall sat JACK
Frost. He was clothed in ermine, with
sparkling diamond ornaments of
frozen water drops He looked some
what like Santa Claus, and was, in
fact, a jolly little frost king He had
a tiny icicle in one hand, which he held
as scepter, or, when the winter
months came on the earth, used as
brush or pencil. On seeing the little
princess at the window, however, his
demeanor changed at once. Hastily
summoning his frost fairies he made a
dash for the window
By that time, however, the princess
and the owl had flown inside, and
evading the onrush of the angry little
folk alighted on the floor of the castle.
On seeing this, Jack Frost immediate
ly began throwing snowflakes at them
and the now infurated little frost fair
les flew up close and made vicious
lutte lunges at the princess; in fact,
one or two managed to sting her high
Tess' small nose, which soon grew
quite red. The owl, too, was greatly
annoyed and soon found it was most
difficult to get the snowfakes out Of
his great, round blinking eyes. It
grew intensely cold and the floor was
soon ankle deep with snow, which
ADDED much to the discomfort of the
princess.
What shall we do?" she asked her
feethered friend, who was so covered
with snowfakes that he looked very
much like snowbird.
Without waiting to answer, he sud
Genly uttered a wild ''toot-toot, looking
cut for the locomotiye!" and with
tapping wings, made a rush at the
frost fairies, driving them before him
like snowfiakes before the storm.
Still the snow kept falling heavily,
and soon it was up to the waist of the
little princess. The wondow pane
had again frozen tightly and it looked
very much as if they would be smoth-
cred with the snow. The fairies and
Jack Frost had returned to one end
of the hall, and stood watching the
little princess and her faithful owl.
who now were forced to fly about in
order to keep from being literally COW