The Oregon daily journal., March 07, 1915, Page 60, Image 60

THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL, PORTLAND, SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH 7, -1915.
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JJear viisa raulkner: .
Will you pleaeo tell the story o
the "Boy and the Wind"? I like
your stories very muck... Your
friend,
Caroline M. Kneuz.
BY GEORGENE FAULKNER.
TsCE upon
a time
a poor
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woman wno
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Tfi bring me some flour.
bo that I can make
some macaroni.'
The boy went in haste, but just as he
tupned the corner of the house the March
Yind came rushing down from the moun
tains and called loudly,; "Whew-ee-ee!
Whew-ee-ee-ee ! What fun for me!" and
blew the' flour all about and some of it went
right into the boy's eyes, so that he could
not see for a moment.
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When the boy told his mother all about it
she was very angry and said: "Since the
Wind has plaj'ed such a prank upon you,
you must go to his home and tell him that
we are very poor and" must: have that flour
returned to us, or he must pay us for It."
. So' the boy went on a long, long journey,
far up the mountainside, and at last he
reached the home of the March Wind.
"Good day, signer," said the boy as he
bowed politely before the cold March Wind.
"You did not treat me fairly when last you
' called at our home. You snatched &way our
last measure pf flour, and my "mother told
me to ask you to return it to me."
r ; The Wlitd elt sorry for the poor boy and
said : "I cannot return your flour, but I will
pay you for my mad prank. Now, as you
are hungry, tale this magic tablecloth and
when you have spread it say. Tablecloth
make ready!' and the tablecloth will give
you' a fine dinner, but do - not .tell anyone
about it, and guard it with great care"
The boy thanked .the Wind and went
down the mountainside, rejoicing in his good
fortune. After he had gone a long way he
was so weary that he went Into an inn to
rest "You need not bring me anything to
eat," he said to the landlord, "for I have
enough with me. Only give me a room all
alone."
The landlord, thinking this was a queer
request, gave the boy. a room, and then he
.peeked through the keyhole and watched
the boy. The boy spread his cloth and said,
"Tablecloth, make ready!" and instantly a
dainty meal was served to the hungry boy.
"That tablecloth must belong to me,"
muttered the wicked landlord to himself. So
in the night, when the boy was sound asleep,
the landlord stole the magic cloth and put
in its place one very much like it.
In the morning the boy went home to his
mother. "Oh, mother, just look here,?' he
called joyously. "You never need to be
hungry any more," and the boy spread the
cloth and said, "Tablecloth, make ready !"
But nothing happened, and the boy called
again and again.' "I do not understand,"
he said. "It gave me a good supper last
night." .
His mother Was angry and made him go
back to see March Wind.
"You have" been tricked, indeed," said the
Wind, "but not by me. This is not th
cloth .which-1 gave to you. However, I will
help you again. Take this little ass. Say
to him, 'Ass, ass, give gold 1' and he will give
you all the gold that you desire, but take
him with you everywhere you go and -do
nyt tell anyone of his magic power."
"Thank you,"- said the grateful boy, and
he went down the mountain with his little
ass. ' - ; " '
By and by he came to the very same inn
where he had stopped before, and as he was
very tired he told ' the' landlord he wanted
a night's lodging. He led the ass light into
the room with him.
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"What!" said the landlord. "Yon can
not do that; that beast must go to the
stable." ' :. ? ! -
"It shall stay with me," answered the
boy. "This ass shall not leave my , side.
Never fear,' I will pay . you well ; for our
lodging." : - ; . :
The landlord was forced to agree to this
strange arrangement. - "There is something
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7"ie 6oy said; "Tablecloth, make ready!" and instantly a dainty
back of all this," he said to himself. "I will
watch and find out." .
So the man - peeked again through the
keyhole and watched the boy and the ass.
Presently he heard the boy say, "Ass, ass,
give gold !" and to his amazement he saw a
shower of gold fall upon the floor.
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-r "I must have that ass and I will never
need to work another day in all my life,"
said the wickedTman. .And in tie-night,
when the boy was fast asleep, the landlord
stole the magic ass and put to its place an
other little ass which looked very much
like it. .y' : "' "-
: When the boy reached home he stood by
the ass and said, "Ass, iass, give goldr? but
although he repeated the words over and
over the ass looked at the boy and did noth
ing but bray, "Hee-haw ! Hee-haw
"You silly boy !" said the angry mother.
"Your beast is mocking I you! Whoever
heard of a donkey giving gold? . The Wind
is making sport or you, but you go back and
tell him that I demand my pay for that
flour,' and he need not play any more tricks
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with you, either. Now begone and take your
stupid ass with you." '
So the poor boy went again to the home
of the Wind, and when the Wind saw him.
the Wind howled at him, "Whew-ee! Whew-ee-ee-ee
! Why do you come back tc me?"
"I did not want to come back," said th
boy, "but my mother sent me. She, says
that you have tricked ns again, for the ass
will give no gold, and she wants pay for that,
flour you took from me."
"That is not the ass I gave you, careless
boy,"' roared the Wind. "You have been
tricked, but not by me. I warned you to
take care of the cloth and the an, aifd tell
no one about them, but you did not obey me."
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"Indeed I did obey you!" cried the boy.
"I told no one and I took each In tarn alone
, into my room at the inn, and they each one
served me, but In the morning, wen I took
them to" my mother, neither, the cloth nor
the ass would do my bidding. I rome back
to you, sir,' and you say that it a not the
same cloth nor . the same ass. , Who, then,
could nave done me this wrong?"
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meal was served.
"Well, my boy, then you are not at fault,
but you must keep your eyes open," said,
the Wind, "and find out who is cheating you;
and give them a good beating."1) Then the
Wind gave the boy a magic stick and hi?
said, "When you wish to. use it Ray, 'Stick,
stick, beat, beat and the sticky will keep
on, beating until you say to it, 'Stop! .
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' L "Now mind and keep your eyes open, and .
you may be able to get back your tablecloth
and your ass from that thief of a landlord,
for I am sure he4ias tricked you;"
The boy thanked the March Wind, and
with the magic stick In his hand he went
down the mountainside. . When ihe reached
the Inn ; the. landlord . received him most
kindly, for hesaw
the 'stick in his hand and
he
felt sure the stick was very taluable.
The' boy took the stick into his room and
hid it; tinder the ) pillow and thelandlord
watched him through the keyhole.
"When be. is -asleep I will go 'into hi
room and take it away, said the, sly old
rascaL , -' : - - ,.
But the boy remembered the words of the
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WIndmnd he resolved to keep on the watch
for the landlord. So he shut his eyes and
pretended that he was asleep. . When all th
house was still the landlord came creeping
into the room and put his hand under the
, bolster and felt for the stick. '
Suddenly the boy called out, "Stick, .
stick, beat, beat!" And the stick began to
beat the man across his back and' legs.
"Oh, save me! Save me!" shrieked the
man as he scrambled about trying to escape
from the stick. '
"Indeed, no!" answered the boy. "You
will be punished, until you give back my
tablecloth and my ass." ,
- "I will give them back! Only are ine!"
moaned the man. :SO-the boy called, "Stopt"
to the stick, and the stick stopped, and the
man fell on the floor exhausted.
He gave to the boy his magic cloth and
his magic ass, and the boy went home to his
mother. He told her the whole tvry
Then the boy spread the cloth and said.
"Tablecloth, make ready !" and the table
cloth spread them a delightful dicner, with
all manner of good things tb eat.
The boy then said to his ass, "Ass, a",
give gold !" and the ass gave thm a shower
of gold pieces.;
"Well," said the . mother, "aeclng is be
lieving."' . (
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"Yes," said the boy, "and yoa said the '
Wind tricked me, when all the time It was
that thief of a landlord, but, thanks to my
big stick and the Wind, I was able to pun
Jsb the rascal and get back my property."
So the boy and his mother lived in peace
and plenty all the rest of their days, and
they were always grateful to the .March,
Wind.