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Show The Voice o the Wind By ISABEL MOORE V- " (Copyright, by Short Stories Co., Ltd.) Once arking had a daughter whom he dearly loved. She had always been brought up very sensibly, In epite of her being a princess, and had been taught how to dress herself and how to do up her own hair without the help of a lady's maid. And her habit was, after she had dressed in the morning, to go Into the garden to get a breath of fragrant air before breakfast break-fast and to gather a flower to place In her hair. 1 One day, when she was In the garden, gar-den, she heard a voice saying: "How will you have your troubles when you are young or when you are old?" This happened several times and the princess, filled with curiosity and tired of hearing always the same question, ques-tion, went one day into the palace and said to her maid of honor: "Do you know what has happened to me these last few days? I keep hearing a voice that says to me, when I am gathering my flowers, 'Which will you do; go through your troubles In your youth, or in your old age?" The maid of honor replied: "Listen, royal lady: For my part, I should say that I preferred having my troubles when young. With my old age I would acquire more power." The princess combed and dressed herself the next morning and went into the garden as usual, where she heard the voice that spoke to her; and - when it asked her the curious question, the princess replied that she would rather go through her troubles In her youth than in her old age. The voice rejoined: "Take leave, then, of everything here that is yours." "That is not so difficult," said the princess. But when she came to actually say good-by It was another matter. It 4- troubles. In her youth or In her old : S-" " : ... 4 He was a cross old Wind, with deep furrowed oheeks and eyes like a cold ( winter's sky. And he seized the low' ly princess roughly and led her alonT the highways and byways of the world : Just as surely as she thought ah? knew In which direction they were go. ing, he would buffet her madly about until she was quite willing to go n any direction at all, or merely to whirl around and around for hla entertain-ment, entertain-ment, or even to drop down upon the ground. Sometimes he would blow from all directions at once. Some, times he would . lift her entirely off her pretty feet and whirl her along like a withered leaf of the forest. All the time the princess uttered n0 complaint. Once in a while she wept a few showery, wind-swept tears; atij once in a while she tried desperately ; to understand what it all meant. But' she never resisted the Wind, no mat- " tor how much he abused or howled at her. And the more she gave her. self up to him, bravely and uncom-plainingly, uncom-plainingly, the angrier he became. "There's no doing anything with you! There's no doing anything with you!" he would yell In her ear. "I'll do anything that you say," she protested. "That's the trouble! That's the trouble!" trou-ble!" he puffed. "It may be one of your troubles, but it is not one of mine,',' said the prin- " cess. .3 Whereupon the Wind got angrier than he ever had been before which I was such a degree of "anger that he 1 actually got a little discouraged, it j-wasn't j-wasn't much fun always to have hi s own way! So he decided to try to break the sweet spirit of the prince&a : by shutting her up in the Tower of 111 Luck. b Thl3 tower was the very most for-v lorn place in the whole world. It.JJ was as lonesome as a grave; dark as midnight; chill as an iceberg. But 11 the princess said to herself: "A grave is only for the body; mid- night hath stars; an iceberg gives out1 beautiful lights when the sun's rays glance upon it." s In the Tower ofJILXuck the prln- cessstcicaTone with heown soul be- w Tofe"'God; but, as her souisas pure, there was no trouble. . One day she heard a human voice Y A human voice can be a very sweet thing to hear. It was the voice of i i man who passed by the foot of the v Tower of 111 Luck. He was crying out: "Who'll buy troubles! Who'll buyF troubles!" , "Buy troubles!" the princess re-c peated to herself. "Why should any i one buy troubles? I have had mlna given to me freely. And yet and yet It Is passing strange but I am not s troubled by my troubles!" 3 She looked out of a tiny, iron-barred window in the tower and saw that the ; man with troubles to sell was carrying a basket of flowers. I "Troubles!" cried the princess. "Do you call those beautiful things trou-bles?" trou-bles?" , "They will wither," said the man. "They give joy while they live," said the princess. "Troubles always come in clusters,", said the man, holding up a tempting bouquet. "So do joys," said the princess, e softly. ' "Will you buy?" asked the man. h "Why should I buy?" asked the t princess. c "Oh, go home! go home! go home!" cried the .man, suddenly turning into the Wind which he really was anJ4M tearing and stamping madly about "There's no doing anything with you! Go home, I say, and be happy! We'll try it again when you are old." "You can't," said the princess, "because "be-cause you promised my troubles to jie now. And you promised to givetem to me, not sell them to me!" "Oh, go home! go hom&T go home, j anyway!" he roared. , And he blew ande blew till he i blew himself InUrthe Tower of III Luck so that itshook to its foundations; founda-tions; andpe blew and he blew till ! he blew -himself and the princess out j of the Tower, of 111 Luck. ' On the highway, as they were near- , ing the palace, the princess was nwt ' by Bonino and Suspiro. ( was even difficult to decide which one of her possessions to take farewell of first. There were here father and mother and brother and sisters. There was her beautiful apartment in . the palace and there was her garden. There were her maids of honor, her fine carriage and her pretty dresses. There was her saddle horse, a perfectly per-fectly trained Arabian pony. There were her dolls and other playthings, which she still loved although she was getting a little too grown-up to play with them. There were her dog and her kitten. Really, it was very difficult diffi-cult indeed! Her father and mother wept bitterly, bit-terly, of course, but they were convinced con-vinced of the wisdom of her choice to have her troubles while she was young and strong enough to bear them. At last the good-bys to her parents par-ents were all said. For the grandeur of the palace the princess did not care greatly, but her garden was very dear to her, and she was grieved when she took her last walk in it. "According to the natural course of events, however," she said bravely to herself, "I shall see it again, for. I am young." Her pony snuggled his nose into her hand and begged her to go for. a ride Jhat morning. r The prince?.s' ; only issed his cheek and passed c'i. ler dog was a delightful little FOhch poodle that seemed Xo have springs in his feet, he prancid about so. His name was Bonino,' . which means' a daisy. The princess had named him because he was'p'-re white and rather fluffy a. jolly Tttle dog that twinkled about and had a lovely pink smile somewhere on hifii.; ' Her kitten was named Snspino, whlchin Portuguese, means asigb; - He y.ds the last of a litter of nine , '"kittens and mighteiuch better have been called a liugh, for a happier puss was never seen. His mother had named him'however, and her point of view had naturally been different from that of other people. Bonino nnd Suspiro followed their princess from the royal stables almost to the palace for, somehow, they understood un-derstood that she was going away. The last she saw of the dears Suspiro was under a garden seat with his back so arched up that . the seat nearly toppled on the peak of it, and Bonino was capering madly about and uttering utter-ing sharp, enthusiastic barks. This was their favorite game. At 1:3t." however, all the good-bys were t.aii. rfcr: the princess went forth to meet the vVhd,vfor.H 's the voice of the Wind that had asked 'ner when' she would prefer having her |