And so, somehow, up on grandpa's lap
it became easier to see how naughty it was to annoy good old Mary, and
how ungrateful it was to wish to run away from home. And pardons were
begged and kisses were given, and the three little silver pieces crept
back into the tiny porte-monnaie, and Zay had some of Mary's nice toast
with lots of gravy, and a drum-stick and a wish-bone.
Zay is a young lady now, and I presume when she reads this story she
will pout and blush, and the more because it is every word true.
THE LEGEND OF THE SALT SEA.
Once upon a time there lived by the great sea two brothers, named Klaus
and Koerg; the elder inheriting the rich estates of his ancestors; the
younger a woodchopper, and so poor that it was ofttimes a difficult task
for him to provide bread for his wife and little children.
Hard as life often seems it may be even harder; and so bitterly realized
Koerg when, nigh on to one merry Christmas-tide, an accident deprived him
of his strong right hand, thereby cutting off forever his slender means
of livelihood. There was but one resource, and, with crushed spirit Koerg
betook himself to his elder brother to crave some mercy for his starving
babes.
Klaus was a harsh man, with love only for his yellow gold. He frowned
impatiently when Koerg interrupted his selfish dreams, and, for answer to
his pitiful story, threw him a loaf of bread and a pudding, bidding him
begone and be satisfied.
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