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<SPAN name="Page_587" id="Page_587">[Pg 587]</SPAN></span></div></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="THE_TWO_HUSBANDS" id="THE_TWO_HUSBANDS"></SPAN>THE TWO HUSBANDS</h2> <h3>BY CAROLYN WELLS</h3> <p>Once on a Time there were Two Men, each of whom married the Woman of his Choice. One Man devoted all his Energies to Getting Rich.</p> <p>He was so absorbed in Acquiring Wealth that he Worked Night and Day to Accomplish his End.</p> <p>By this Means he lost his Health, he became a Nervous Wreck, and was so Irritable and Irascible that his Wife Ceased to live with him and Returned to her Parents' House.</p> <p>The Other Man made no Efforts to Earn Money, and after he had Spent his own and his Wife's Fortunes, Poverty Stared them in the Face.</p> <p>Although his Wife had loved him Fondly, she could not Continue her affection toward One who could not Support her, so she left him and Returned to her Childhood's Home.</p> <h3>MORALS:</h3> <p>This Fable teaches that the Love of Money is the Root of All Evil, and that When Poverty Comes In At the Door, Loves Flies Out Of the Window.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_588" id="Page_588">[Pg 588]</SPAN></span></p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="THE_STORY_OF_THE_TWO_FRIARS" id="THE_STORY_OF_THE_TWO_FRIARS"></SPAN>THE STORY OF THE TWO FRIARS</h2> <h3>BY EUGENE FIELD</h3> <p>It befell in the year 1662, in which same year were many witchcrafts and sorceries, such as never before had been seen and the like of which will never again, by grace of Heaven, afflict mankind&mdash;in this year it befell that the devil came upon earth to tempt an holy friar, named Friar Gonsol, being strictly minded to win that righteous vessel of piety unto his evil pleasance.</p> <hr style='width: 45%;' /> <p>Now wit you well that this friar had grievously offended the devil, for of all men then on earth there was none more holier than he nor none surer to speak and to do sweet charity unto all his fellows in every place. Therefore it was that the devil was sore wroth at the Friar Gonsol, being mightily plagued not only by his teachings and his preachings, but also by the pious works which he continually did do. Right truly the devil knew that by no common temptations was this friar to be moved, for the which reason did the devil seek in dark and troublous cogitations to bethink him of some new instrument wherewith he might bedazzle the eyes and ensnare the understanding of the holy man. On a sudden it came unto the fiend that by no corporeal allurement would he be able to achieve his miserable end, for that by reason of an abstemious life and a frugal diet the Friar Gonsol had weaned his body from those frailties and lusts to which human flesh is by nature of the old Adam within it dis<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_589" id="Page_589">[Pg 589]</SPAN></span>posed, and by long-continued vigils and by earnest devotion and by godly contemplations and by divers proper studies had fixed his mind and his soul with exceeding steadfastness upon things unto his eternal spiritual welfare appertaining. Therefore it beliked the devil to devise and to compound a certain little booke of mighty curious craft, wherewith he might be like to please the Friar Gonsol and, in the end, to ensnare him in his impious toils. Now this was the way of the devil's thinking, to wit: This friar shall suspect no evil in the booke, since never before hath the devil tempted mankind with such an instrument, the common things wherewith the devil tempteth man being (as all histories show and all theologies teach) fruit and women and other like things pleasing to the gross and perishable senses. Therefore, argueth the devil, when I shall tempt this friar with a booke he shall be taken off his guard and shall not know it to be a temptation. And thereat was the devil exceeding merry and he did laugh full merrily.</p> <hr style='width: 45%;' /> <p>Now presently came this thing of evil unto the friar in the guise of another friar and made a proper low obeisance unto the same. But the Friar Gonsol was not blinded to the craft of the devil, for from under the cloak and hood that he wore there did issue the smell of sulphur and of brimstone which alone the devil hath.</p> <p>"Beshrew me," quoth the Friar Gonsol, "if the odour in my nostrils be spikenard and not the fumes of the bottomless pit!"</p> <p>"Nay, sweet friar," spake the devil full courteously, "the fragrance thou perceivest is of frankincense and myrrh, for I am of holy orders and I have brought thee a righteous booke, delectable to look upon and profitable unto the reading."<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_590" id="Page_590">[Pg 590]</SPAN></span></p> <p>Then were the eyes of that Friar Gonsol full of bright sparklings and his heart rejoiced with exceeding joy, for he did set most store, next to his spiritual welfare, by bookes wherein was food to his beneficial devouring.</p> <p>"I do require thee," quoth the friar, "to shew me that booke that I may know the name thereof and discover whereof it treateth."</p> <p>Then shewed the devil the booke unto the friar, and the friar saw it was an uncut unique of incalculable value; the height of it was half a cubit and the breadth of it the fourth part of a cubit and the thickness of it five barleycorns lacking the space of three horsehairs. This booke contained, within its divers picturings, symbols and similitudes wrought with incomparable craft, the same being such as in human vanity are called proof before letters, and imprinted upon India paper; also the booke contained written upon its pages, divers names of them that had possessed it, all these having in their time been mighty and illustrious personages; but what seemed most delectable unto the friar was an autographic writing wherein 'twas shewn that the booke sometime had been given by Venus di Medici to Apollos at Rhodes.</p> <p>When therefore the Friar Gonsol saw the booke how that it was intituled and imprinted and adorned and bounden, he knew it to be of vast worth and he was mightily moved to possess it; therefore he required of the other (that was the devil) that he give unto him an option upon the same for the space of seven days hence or until such a time as he could inquire concerning the booke in Lowndes and other such like authorities. But the devil, smiling, quoth: "The booke shall be yours without price provided only you shall bind yourself to do me a service as I shall hereafter specify and direct."</p> <p>Now when the Friar Gonsol heard this compact, he<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_591" id="Page_591">[Pg 591]</SPAN></span> knew for a verity that the devil was indeed the devil, and but that he sorely wanted the booke he would have driven that impious fiend straightway from his presence. Howbeit, the devil, promising to visit him again that night, departed, leaving the friar exceeding heavy in spirit, for he was both assotted upon the booke to comprehend it and assotted upon the devil to do violence unto him.</p> <p>It befell that in his doubtings he came unto the Friar Francis, another holy man that by continual fastings and devotions had made himself an ensample of piety unto all men, and to this sanctified brother did the Friar Gonsol straightway unfold the story of his temptation and speak fully of the wondrous booke and of its divers many richnesses.</p> <p>When that he had heard this narration the Friar Francis made answer in this wise: "Of great subtility surely is the devil that he hath set this snare for thy feet. Have a care, my brother, that thou fallest not into the pit which he hath digged for thee! Happy art thou to have come to me with this thing, elsewise a great mischief might have befallen thee. Now listen to my words and do as I counsel thee. Have no more to do with this devil; send him to me, or appoint with him another meeting and I will go in thy stead."</p> <p>"Nay, nay," cried the Friar Gonsol, "the saints forefend from thee the evil temptation provided for my especial proving! I should have been reckoned a weak and coward vessel were I to send thee in my stead to bear the mortifications designed for the trying of my virtues."</p> <p>"But thou art a younger brother than I," reasoned the Friar Francis softly; "and, firm though thy resolution may be now, thou art more like than I to be wheedled and bedazzled by these diabolical wiles and artifices. So let me know where this devil abideth with the booke; I<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_592" id="Page_592">[Pg 592]</SPAN></span> burn to meet him and to wrest his treasure from his impious possession."</p> <p>But the Friar Gonsol shook his head and would not hear unto this vicarious sacrifice whereon the good Friar Francis had set his heart.</p> <p>"Ah, I see that thou hast little faith in my strength to combat the fiend," quoth the Friar Francis reproachfully. "Thy trust in me should be greater, for I have done thee full many a kindly office; or, now I do bethink me, thou art assorted on the booke! Unhappy brother, can it be that thou dost covet this vain toy, this frivolous bauble, that thou wouldst seek the devil's companionship anon to compound with Beelzelub? I charge thee, Brother Gonsol, open thine eyes and see in what a slippery place thou standest."</p> <p>Now by these argumentations was the Friar Gonsol mightily confounded, and he knew not what to do.</p> <p>"Come, now, hesitate no longer," quoth the Friar Francis, "but tell me where that devil may be found&mdash;I burn to see and to comprehend the booke&mdash;not that I care for the booke, but that I am grievously tormented to do that devil a sore despight!"</p> <p>"Odds boddikins," quoth the other friar, "me-seemeth that the booke inciteth thee more than the devil."</p> <p>"Thou speakest wrongly," cried the Friar Francis. "Thou mistakest pious zeal for sinful selfishness. Full wroth am I to hear how that this devil walketh to and fro, using a sweet and precious booke for the temptation of holy men. Shall so righteous an instrument be employed by the prince of heretics to so unrighteous an end?"</p> <p>"Thou sayest wisely," quoth the Friar Gonsol, "and thy words convince me that a battaile must be made with this devil for that booke. So now I shall go to encounter the fiend!"<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_593" id="Page_593">[Pg 593]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"Then by the saints I shall go with thee!" cried the Friar Francis, and he gathered his gown about his loins right briskly.</p> <p>But when the Friar Gonsol saw this he made great haste to go alone, and he ran out of the door full swiftly and fared him where the devil had appointed an appointment with him. Now wit you well that the Friar Francis did follow close upon his heels, for though his legs were not so long he was a mighty runner and he was right sound of wind. Therefore was it a pleasant sight to see these holy men vying with one another to do battle with the devil, and much it repenteth me that there be some ribald heretics that maintain full enviously that these two saintly friars did so run not for the devil that they might belabor him, but for the booke that they might possess it.</p> <p>It fortuned that the devil was already come to the place where he had appointed the appointment, and in his hand he had the booke aforesaid. Much marveled he when that he beheld the two friars faring thence.</p> <p>"I adjure thee, thou devil," said the Friar Gonsol from afar off, "I adjure thee give me that booke else I will take thee by thy horns and hoofs and drub thy ribs together!"</p> <p>"Heed him not, thou devil," said the Friar Francis, "for it is I that am coming to wrestle with thee and to overcome thee for that booke!"</p> <p>With such words and many more the two holy friars bore down upon the devil; but the devil thinking verily that he was about to be beset by the whole church militant stayed not for their coming, but presently departed out of sight and bore the book with him.</p> <p>Now many people at that time saw the devil fleeing before the two friars, so that, esteeming it to be a sign of special grace, these people did ever thereafter acknowledge the friars to be saints, and unto this day you shall<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_594" id="Page_594">[Pg 594]</SPAN></span> hear of St. Gonsol and St. Francis. Unto this day, too, doth the devil, with that same booke wherewith he tempted the friar of old, beset and ensnare men of every age and in all places. Against which devil may Heaven fortify us to do battle speedily and with successful issuance.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_595" id="Page_595">[Pg 595]</SPAN></span></p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="THE_GRECO-TROJAN_GAME" id="THE_GRECO-TROJAN_GAME"></SPAN>THE GRECO-TROJAN GAME</h2> <h3>BY CHARLES F. JOHNSON</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">First on the ground appeared the god-like Trojan Eleven,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Shining in purple and black, with tight and well-fitting sweaters,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Woven by Andromache in the well-ordered palace of Priam.<br /></span> <span class="i0">After them came, in goodly array, the players of Hellas,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Skilled in kicking and blocking and tackling and fooling the umpire.<br /></span> <span class="i0">All advanced on the field, marked off with white alabaster,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Level and square and true, at the ends two goal posts erected,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Richly adorned with silver and gold and carved at the corners,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Bearing a legend which read, "Don't talk back at the umpire"&mdash;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Rule first given by Zeus, for the guidance of voluble mortals.<br /></span> <span class="i0">All the rules of the game were deeply cut in the crossbars,<br /></span> <span class="i0">So that the players might know exactly how to evade them.<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">On one side of the field were ranged the Trojan spectators,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Yelling in composite language their ancient Phrygian war-cry;<br /></span> <span class="i0">"<i>Ho-hay-toe, Tou-tais-ton, Ton-tain-to; Boomerah Boomerah, Trojans!</i>"<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_596" id="Page_596">[Pg 596]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">And on the other, the Greeks, fair-haired, and ready to halloo,<br /></span> <span class="i0">If occasion should offer and Zeus should grant them a touch-down,<br /></span> <span class="i0">"<i>Breck-ek kek-kek-koax, Anax andron, Agamemnon</i>!"<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">First they agreed on an umpire, the silver-tongued Nestor.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Long years ago he played end-rush on the Argive eleven;<br /></span> <span class="i0">He was admitted by all to be an excellent umpire<br /></span> <span class="i0">Save for the habit he had of making public addresses,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Tedious, long-winded and dull, and full of minute explanations,<br /></span> <span class="i0">How they used to play in the days when Cadmus was half-back,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Or how Hermes could dodge, and Ares and Ph&oelig;bus could tackle;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Couched in rhythmical language but not one whit to the purpose.<br /></span> <span class="i0">On his white hair they carefully placed the sacred tiara,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Worn by the foot-ball umpires of old as a badge of their office,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Also to save their heads, in case the players should slug them.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then they gave him a spear wherewith to enforce his decisions,<br /></span> <span class="i0">And to stick in the ground to mark the place to line up to.<br /></span> <span class="i0">He advanced to the thirty-yard line and began an oration:<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Listen, Trojans and Greeks! For thirty-five seasons,<br /></span> <span class="i0">I played foot-ball in Greece with Peleus for half-back and captain.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Those were the days of old when men played the game as they'd orter.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Once, I remember, &AElig;acus, the god-like son of Poseidon,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_597" id="Page_597">[Pg 597]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">Kicked the ball from a drop, clean over the city of Argos.<br /></span> <span class="i0">That was the game when Peleus, our captain, lost all his front teeth;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Little we cared for teeth or eyes when once we were warmed up.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Why, I remember that &AElig;acus ran so that no one could see him,<br /></span> <span class="i0">There was just a long hole in the air and a man at the end on't.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Hercules umpired that game, and I noticed there wasn't much back-talk."<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Him interrupting, sternly addressed the King Agamemnon:<br /></span> <span class="i0">"Cease, old man; come off your antediluvian boasting;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Doubtless our grandpas could all play the game as well as they knew how.<br /></span> <span class="i0">They are all dead, and have long lined up in the fields of elysium;<br /></span> <span class="i0">If they were here we would wipe up the ground with the rusty old duffers.<br /></span> <span class="i0">You call the game, and keep your eye fixed on the helmeted Hector.<br /></span> <span class="i0">He'll play off-side all the while, if he thinks the umpire don't see him!"<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then the old man threw the lots, but sore was his heart in his bosom.<br /></span> <span class="i0">"Troy has the kick-off," he said, "the ball is yours, noble Hector."<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then he gave him the ball, a prolate spheroid of leather,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Much like the world in its shape, if the world were lengthened, not flattened,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Covered with well-sewed leather, the well-seasoned hide of a bison,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_598" id="Page_598">[Pg 598]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">Killed by Lakon, the hunter, ere bisons were exterminated.<br /></span> <span class="i0">On it was painted a battle, a market, a piece of the ocean,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Horses and cows and nymphs and things too many to mention.<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then the heroes peeled off their sweaters and put on their nose-guards,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Also the fiendish expressions the great occasion demanded.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Ajax stood on the right; in the center the great Agamemnon;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Diomed crouched on the left, the god-like rusher and tackler,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Crouched as a panther crouches, if sculptors do justice to panthers.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Crafty Ulysses played back, for none of the Trojans could pass him,<br /></span> <span class="i0">All the best Greeks were in line, but Podas Okus Achilleus,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Who though an excellent kicker stayed all day in his section.<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Hector dribbled the ball, then seized it and putting his head down,<br /></span> <span class="i0">And, as a lion carries a lamb and jumps over fences&mdash;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Dodging this way and that the shepherds who wish to remonstrate&mdash;<br /></span> <span class="i0">So did the son of Priam carry the ball through the rush line,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Till he was tackled fair by the full-back, the crafty Ulysses.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Even then he carried the ball and the son of Laertes<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_599" id="Page_599">[Pg 599]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">Full five yards till they fell to the ground with a deep indentation<br /></span> <span class="i0">Where one might hide three men so that no man could see them&mdash;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Men of the present day, degenerate sons of the heroes&mdash;<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now, when Pallas Athene discovered the Greeks would be beaten,<br /></span> <span class="i0">She slid down from the steep of Olympus upon a toboggan.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Sudden she came before crafty Ulysses in guise like a maiden;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Not that she thought to fool him, but since Olympian fashion<br /></span> <span class="i0">Made the form of a woman good form for a goddess' assumption.<br /></span> <span class="i0">She then spoke to him quickly, and said, "O son of Laertes,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Seize thou the ball; I will pass it to thee and trip up the Trojan."<br /></span> <span class="i0">Her replying, slowly re-worded the son of Laertes&mdash;<br /></span> <span class="i0">"That will I do, O goddess divine, for he can outrun me."<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then when the ball was in play, she cast thick darkness around it.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Also around Ulysses she poured invisible darkness.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Under this cover, taking the ball he passed down the middle,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Silent and swift, unseen, unnoticed, unblocked, and untackled.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Meanwhile she piled the Greeks and the Trojans in conglomeration,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Much like a tangle of pine-trees where lightning has frequently fallen,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_600" id="Page_600">[Pg 600]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">Or like a basket of lobsters and crabs which the provident housewife<br /></span> <span class="i0">Dumps on the kitchen floor and vainly endeavors to count them,<br /></span> <span class="i0">So seemed the legs and the arms and the heads of the twenty-one players.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Sudden a shout arose, for under the crossbar, Ulysses,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Visible, sat on the ball, quietly making a touch-down;<br /></span> <span class="i0">On the tip of his nose were his thumb and fingers extended,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Curved and vibrating slow in the sign of the blameless Egyptians.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Violent language came to the lips of the helmeted Hector,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Under his breath he murmured a few familiar quotations,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Scraps of Phrygian folk-lore about the kingdom of Hades;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then he called loud as a trumpet, "I claim foul, Mr. Umpire!"<br /></span> <span class="i0">"Touch-down for Greece," said Hector; "'twixt you and me and the goal-post<br /></span> <span class="i0">I lost sight of the ball in a very singular manner."<br /></span> </div><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then they carried the sphere back to the twenty-five yard line,<br /></span> <span class="i0">Prone on the ground lay a Greek, the leather was poised in his fingers&mdash;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Thrice Agamemnon adjusted the sphere with deliberation;<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then he drew back as a ram draws back for deadly encounter.<br /></span> <span class="i0">Then he tripped lightly ahead, and brought his sandal in contact<br /></span> <span class="i0">Right at the point; straight flew the ball right over the crossbar,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_601" id="Page_601">[Pg 601]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">While like the cries of pygmies and cranes the race-yell resounded:<br /></span> <span class="i0">"<i>Breck-ek kek-kek-koax, Anax andron, Agamemnon</i>!"<br /></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_602" id="Page_602">[Pg 602]</SPAN></span></div></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="THE_ECONOMICAL_PAIR" id="THE_ECONOMICAL_PAIR"></SPAN>THE ECONOMICAL PAIR</h2> <h3>BY CAROLYN WELLS</h3> <p>Once on a Time there was a Man and his Wife who had Different Ideas concerning Family Expenditures.</p> <p>The Man said: "I am Exceedingly Economical; although I spend Small Sums here and there for Cigars, Wines, Theater Tickets, and Little Dinners, yet I do not buy me a Yacht or a Villa at Newport."</p> <p>But even with these Praiseworthy Principles, it soon Came About that the Man was Bankrupt.</p> <p>Whereupon he Reproached his Wife, who Answered his Accusations with Surprise.</p> <p>"Me! My dear!" she exclaimed. "Why, I am Exceedingly Economical. True, I Occasionally buy me a Set of Sables or a Diamond Tiara, but I am Scrupulously Careful about Small Sums; I Diligently unknot all Strings that come around Parcels, and Save Them, and I use the Backs of old Envelopes for Scribbling-Paper. Yet, somehow, my Bank-Account is also Exhausted."</p> <h3>MORALS:</h3> <p>This Fable teaches to Takes Care of the Pence and the Pounds will Take Care of Themselves, and that we Should Not Be Penny-Wise and Pound-Foolish.<span class='pagenum'>
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