Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, June 17, 1962, Image 49

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SCIENTISTS -VrfE ARE ALL SO A'r-T MEL , V - iV, CAN YOU SND VOUR A,CALLING.'.' (
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Our Storu i the sunlit streets of aqueloen
ECHO TO THE SOUNDS OFMERRIMENT, FOR THE TER-.
RiBLE RULE OF THE FALSE DUKE SADONICK IS AT AN
END AND HIS FUNERAL IS BEING CELEBRATED. HE IS .
BURIED IN TAO PIECES, FOR DURING HIS TRIAL HIS HEAD
HAD BECOME SEPARATED FROM HIS SHOULDERS.
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AT LONG LAST STEPHAN TAKES HIS RIGHT
FUL PLACE ON THE DUCAL THRONE. THE
CHRONICLES OF HIS TIME SHOW HIM TO BE
, A VERY POOR RULER, SPENDING ALL HIS
TIME IN HUNTING AND FROUC.
BUT EVEN HIS MISMANAGEMENT WAS SO MUCH
BETTER THAN THE HARSH RULE OF HIS LATE
UNCLE THAT HIS NAME WENT DOWN IN HISTORY
AS 'STEPHAN THE GOOD.'
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' ' TRAITORS BECOME SO FEW THATTHE HEADSMAN IS ABLE TO
WIPE OFF HIS AXE AND RETURN TO HIS BAKERV SHOP. THEN
PRINCE VAUANT AND ARN BID FAREWELL TO STEPHAN.
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VAL Aft DARN CONTINUE ON THEIR WAV. SOMETIMES THEY SPEND
THE NIGHT WRAPPED IN THEIR CLOAKS ON A BED OF BOUGHS;
OTHER TIMES THEY ARE FORTUNATE TO HAVE A ROOF OVER
THEIR HEADS.
ALL DAV VAL HAS BEEN TESTING THE WEST
WIND. 'WHAT DO VOU SMELL, SIRC?I
HOPE IT IS A HAUNCH OF ROAST VENISON.'
'THE SEA, ' ANSWERS HIS FATHER
SMELL THE SEA!'
THE SEA AT LASTI THEY HAT CROSSED FROM THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA TO THE
OCEAN, BUT HAVE FOUND NO SAFE ROAD FOR COMMERCE. SOMEWHERE
ALONG THE SHORE ALETA IS WAITING. ARN LOOKS AT HIS ADORED HERO
AND COMPANION WITH DISGUST. THERE IS A FATUOUS LOOK ON HIS FACE.
'ALETA.'VS. QWSMLETA,ALETA!'' 'yMOSVMUHERS ARN, AS HE GOES
INTO A SULK. '
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