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A NEW STORY OF CARABAS.
THE Marquis of Carabas, he
whose fortunes were made by
Puss in Boots, had one son, a
brave lad named Arthur. One day
Arthur called Puss in Boots to
Join him, and together they went
to the King's stables, where two fine
horses were waiting, ready saddled.
"Come," saJd the Prince, for it will
be recollected that the Marquis of Cara
baa married the King's daughter, "let
us be off."
"And where to, master?" asked Puss,
. who was still active, although quite old.
"I am going to find my beautiful
cousin Gwendolin, the only daughter of
the oldest son of the miller, and to
save her from a dungeon, into which
she has been thrown to be held for a
ransom by some robbers."
The Prince said no mcrre, but rode
bo hard that Puss found much work
: keeping up. Soon the Prince and Puss
•were beyond the lands of Carabas and
, traveled in a strange country. At sun
; down they found a tollgate across the
road. Beside the tollgate was an inn.
The Prince drew rein and entered the
: Inn for refreshments, but Puss wait
', ed outside, and talked with some horse
i men "who had just arrived. He had not
asked many questions when he learned
that they were the robbers. He was
about to warn the Prince when the
captain of the robbers said:
"Not so fast. Puss. We know that
you are going to try to take the lovely
Gwendolin from us. We will deal with
you now and with the Prince a little
later."
So saying the robber captain aimed
a blow at Puss with his sword, but
Puss jumped from the horse like a
flash and ran and hid in the inn stable.
A few minutes later he saw the rob
bers surround the Prince, and, al
though the Prince was brave, there
were so many robbers that he was soon
a prisoner and was tied hand and foot.
The robbers thought that now they
had made their fortunes, for the Mar
quis of Carabas would be sure to pay
a large sum for the ransom of his
.son. They drank much wine at the
Inn. "While they were sitting at the
■table they kept their eyes on the
Prince, that he might not escape.
Puss now put on the skin of a lion,
that he had found In the stable. He
first stuffed it with hay, that it might
seem large. Then he jumped in and
•walked toward the robbers. They were
frightened at what they supposed to
be a live lion. Puss made his voice
•large and roared. At the same time
Hie opened and shut the lion's Jaws,
SHE POSED THE '49er.
A little San Francisco girl— her eyes with fun aglow-
Asked questions of her grandpa, who she thought all things must know.
"What is the fog, dear Grandpa? Is it God's own sprinkling cart,
To wash the dust from off the flowers and give them a new start?
And will you tell me. Grandpa, dear — that is a darling, please —
"Why God to San Francisco sent so many busy fleas?"
She paused. We heard the sunset gun at the Presidio.
Then up she sprang and murmured, "That's the Golden Gate, I know.
What makes it shut? Is it because the west wind blows it so?"
I saw the fun from girlie's eyes into her grandpa's shine —
"You'll have to ask some one," he said, "who came ere '49."
showing the lion's teeth, and the rob
bers all ran away. Puss freed the
prince and they once more mounted
,their horses to ride on, laughing at the
terror of the robbers.
The tollgate was high and doubly
barred with iron. The keeper, who was
In league with the robbers, had also run
fotl. There was no way to pass that
the Prince could see. The robbers
BOY'S AND GIRLS' PAGE.
would soon return. In a trice Puss
Jumped from his horse and scratched
up the flinty road with much vigor with
all four feet, until the horse could go
under the gate by kneeling, and soon
the Prince and Puss were cantering
over a lonely road toward the castle
where Gwendolin the Beautiful pined
in a dungeon.
The castle was guarded by an Ogre,
the son of that Ogre whose castle Puss
had given to the Marquis of Carabas,
PUSS READY TO GO WITH THE PRINCE.
and he kr.ew Puss and the Prince as
they neared the castle. He shouted at
them in a terribly voice:
"Hence or die!"
"Wait here, dear Prince," said Pusa,
"while I drive on."
Putting spurs to his horse. Puss
dashed up to the castle and was across
the drawbridge like a flash before the
Ogre could draw it up. The Ogre, mad
with rage, tried to catch the cat, but
could not and Puss once more found
a safe hiding-place, this time in the
Ogre's great chest. The Opre hunted
everywhere in vain. Finally he went
to sleep. "When Puss heard the Ogre's
heavy breathing he crept out of the
chest and ran through the gloomy
castle until he found a stone passage
that led down to the dungeons.
But the iron door was locked and it
could only be opened by a magic word.
Puss knocked softly on the door at
first for fear that the Ogre would
awaken. Getting no answer he knock
ed louder.
"Who is that?" asked a faint voice,
which was no other than Gwendolin's.
"I am Puss in Boots. Hurry and
give me the magic word that I may
open the door of your dungeon, for
your cousin, the Prince, has come to
rescue you."
THE BUMPKINS, THEIR WILD ANIMALS AND THE "GOTE HILL BAND" HAVE A "SIRKUSS" PARADE.
THE SAX FRANCISCO CALL, STTKBAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1898.
The Ogre heard the voices and would
have run to the dungeon had not the
drawbridge of the castle fallen just
then with a dreadful clatter. The same
word that opened the dungeon door
lowered the drawbridge. The Prince,
who had been waiting outside the cas
tle, now made boldly in, blowing a
golden trumpet to challenge the Ogre
to battle.
In an instant the Ogre darted toward
the door of his armory to get his big
club of iron, studded with knots of iron
and sharp spikes. Puss had been there
already and had locked the door and
had thrown the key down a deep well
in the court yard.
The trembling Gwendolin had fol
lowed Puss out of her dungeon, and
seeing her cousin, the Prince, upon a
beautiful horse, his arms and coat all
sparkling with gold and diamonds, and
BRAVE PUSS UPON THE KING'S HORSE.
the furnishings of his horse being all
of polished leather and solid gold, she
thought that she had never viewed any
man half so brave or so handsome.
But just then she espied the Ogre, who
was fully sixteen feet high. He was
running toward her with mlghtv strides
and the ground shook under his tread.
"Ha! ha! pretty <swendolin," he
roared, in a voice like that of a wild
beast, "you shall not escape so. Back
to your dungeon!"
"Save me, my Cousin Arthur," cried
Gwendolin, wringing her pretty hands.
"Fear nothing, Gwendolin," answered
the Prince, bravely, as his steed reared
wildly at the approach of the Ogre.
Spurring his horse to the top of its
speed over the rock-paved courtyard
floor the Prince did not wait for the
Ogre. High towered the Ogre above
the Prince as they drew near each
other. The Prince's horse stumbled and
the Ogre reached forward his huge
hands to seize the Prince. Puss ran
and placed his sword between the
Ogre'e feet and the monster fell on tHe
pavement, where the Prince speedily
overcame him.
When the robbers heard that the
Prince, aided by Puss in Boots, had de
feated the Ogre, they fled from the land
and have not returned to this day.
The Prince gave the castle to his
cousin, who reigned there, like a Prin
cess, over all the surrounding country.
The Prince married her and Puss in
Boots often purred by their fireside.
ABOUT THE COMPETITION.
*ym HE proposed contest between the
/^ boys and the girls, to determine, in
[j so far as may be by such means,
whether there is any literary su
periority in sex, has awakened
lively interest. Suggestions and in-
EDITED BY
DAVID H.WALKER.
quiries of many sorts have been re
ceived.
One girl writes to ask whether any
age limit has been fixed to determine
who may be eligible to compete. A boy
suggests that, when the two competi
tive pages shall have been published,
the first composed by the girls and
the second by the boys— or vice versa
tile decision shall be reached by ballot.
This query and suggestion may be an
swered as follows:
The contest being devised for the
boys and girls, it would possibly be
well to fix eighteen years as the age
limit. Further suggestions are, how
ever, awaited. The majority will rule
in naming the terms of competition.
The decision concerning the relative
merits of the pages representing the
girls and the boys might be rendered
by ballot, but, very likely, after the
pages are published the boys and girls
will be impatient to get the decision.
Balloting is slow. Jurors, selected by
some method to be suggested, would
give their opinions with little delay
comparatively.
Many parents have written that their
boys and girls are interested and, al
ready, in their homes, are getting ready
to write in the competition. The drift
of opinion, so far, is in favor of story
telling. The advocates of fiction are up
to date, two to one, as compared with
those who consider essay-writing the
better test. The class of matter to be
ENTERING THE ROBBER'S CASTLE
published is the subject of lively dis
cussion. Some of the communications
•will be published soon — as soon as the
expression of opinions has become more
general.
Boys and girls are requested to -write
only upon one side of the paper, and to
write their names and postoffice ad
dresses plainly. All boys and girls re
siding in Pacific Coast States or Terri
tories are invited to send in their views
and suggestions. The following are the
principal points to be considered:
1. What age limit shall be fixed for
competitors'.'
2. Shall the boys or the girls be first
to publish their page?
3. How shall the judges or jurors be
chosen?
4. What class of matter is best adapt
ed to test the ability of the writer to be
interesting?
No story or essay should contain more
than 600 words. The idea is to get as
many articles as possible upon the two
pages. By prescribing the length this
can be carried out. At least six arti
cles by boys and six articles by girls
will be published and more if possible.
Next week progress will be reported.
Editor of the Call:
I am 6 years old. Papa reads the boys'
and girls' page to me. Vera and I would
llko Slnbad first. RET CHATFIELD.
CRUISE OF THE CALIFORNIA.
[Synopsis of preceding chapters: Harry Os
tend has succeeded In making a great fire
balloon, using for a covering the principal
parts of the gTeat parachutes that had' been
used, by his comrades and himself to enter
the valley where the white King of the Afar
kise had his principal village. Thefire balloon
has been tested and has been found to be a
euccces. The means of escape from the valley
having thus been provided. Harry Ostend
Bought an interview with the savages, who
came in great force to ask the white men to
leave the country. • Har-ry Ostend, by playing
upon the superstitious fears of the savages,
managed to make the white King visit him.
A date was fixed for Harry. Ostend to make
the final attempt to carry away the white King
irom among his people. A daring plan was
lormed. which the- white men carry into ef
fect. This is described in the present chap
ter, with which the story of the first cruise
or the California comes to an end.]
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE fateful night had come, when
the final attempt was to be made
to rescue the White King, and to
carry him away, before the very
eyes of his enraged savages.- This
was the night when the savages'
witch doctor would offer up a half
score of savage victims upon fires, to
celebrate his birthday, and every sav
age In the tribe was assembled by
command of the witch doctor, who was
the real ruler of the savages.
Fires had been blazing in the camp
where the white men were, and above
the tree tops the savages had seen,
with awe and wonder, a dark object
flitting, and had shivered with fear, as
the object had mounted the sky, only
to be followed by the appearance of
similar objects. The hearts of the
savages were full of dread, but they
were also burning with hatred of the
white men.
Round rose the full moon, round and
beautiful,, above the top of the table
mountain. Its light fell upon the vil
lage of the White King, and brought to
view, In the center of the King's vil
lage, a large space enclosed with a
ring of stones. Within this ring were
four piles of faggots and four stakes.
At the outer edge of the ring were the
shivering wretches who were to be
burned alive.
They were to die that the curse
brought by the coming of the white
men might be set aside. Among them
■were young girls, daughters of chiefs,
and two little children, for the witch
doctor had said that all ages must suf
fer that all ages might be free of the
curse. The girls and children wailed
in their fear, but the warriors who
were to die were proud and still.
The White King was squatting in
front of the piles of faggots, and near
him, but moving nervously about, like
a caged panther, was the tall and pow
erful witch doctor, whose eyes were
always upon the King. The light of
torches, carried by the chiefs of the
several tribes, who were to light the
sacrificial fires, fell, flickering upon the
faces of savages from all parts of the
land, for the news of the coming of
the white men had been carried far
and wide, and the entire people were
enraged.
Near the king was a man of great in
telligence — Kemoria — who, trusting to
his color and the darkness to give him
protection, had fearlessly entered in
among' the savages, well knowing that
death might follow if he were discov
ered, but he was nevertheless deter
mined to play the great part that night
that had been assigned to him by Harry
Ostend. Come success or come death,
Kemona would not fail to do his share.
At the opposite side of the ring was
another man who was fully. as daring
— Koti — the savage who had been Bin
nie's second in the command of the
savage army that won the victory at
the battle of the Marwise River.
When the moonlight fell full upon the
victims of the night the savages
brought logs and placed them by the
piles of faggots, that the fires might
burn the longer. Kemona placed one
log at each faggot pile. Why did he do
this? Was the savage awakening in
PUSS FINDS A SAFE HIDING PLACL
him? He and Koti had their war clubs,
and in each club were concealed pistols
and cartridges.
The witch doctor ordered that the
fires be now lighted. He said, in a loud
voice, that he would not use the stakes
to tie the victims this night, but that
the unlucky ones would be thrown, pin
ioned. Into the flames. This being his
birthday, he would give them a chance
to escape -by the burning of their bonds.
A hoarse cry went up from the waiting
savages, and the torch-bearing chiefs
hesitated to light the tires as they
looked up.
"Give me a torch," shrieked the witch
doctor, with rare, "I will light the fires,
though all the skies should fall upon us,
and the mountains should bury the
land from sight."
But, lo! in the sky was -now a won
derful sight. Across the face of the full
moon, even as the witch doctor defied
the skies, passed a dark globe that car
ried beneath it a mass of fire. From
the globe came flashes and loud explo
sions. At once all the thousands of
savages were upon, their feet and
shouting In dire chorus that the curse
had fallen upon the land. •
Down, down from the lofty heights
of the sky came, slowly and majesti
cally, the dusky globe, with flaming
brands that the savages supposed to
have been kindled in the sky.
Not a moment paused the iron-nerved
witch doctor, although he was as much
puzzled by this strange apparition as
were fhe savages over whom he ruled
with steady hand. He placed the torch
to the four piles of fagots in quick
succession, and the twigs burst into
flame.
Even then embers fell on his head
.and shoulders from the visitor from the
sky, searing his skin, but he was too
JUNGLE IN THE FROST.
Illumined with the highest art was the chilled window pane,
For there the fairy, Frost, had toiled all night with might and main;
And there were minarets and towers of many cubits span.
Such as are seen where tinkling trains go into Ispahan;
And giant plants that grow in shade by Orinoco's flow;
And over flowering valleys lorded summits crowned with snow.
Amid the pictures which the deft, aerial fingers drew
Was a dim Jungle where tall canes and densest foliage grew.
'Twas seeming twilight, for the sun, slow leading on the day.
No golden arrows yet had sent upon their flaming way.
Athwart the jungle something moved. Between the cane bright eyes
Peered at me; and a rustling sound filled me with new surprise.
Was 't then a dream? Or was it real? Was this a tiger's lair
To which on flying carpet I had journeyed through the air?
But tiger ne'er was dressed in white; and, lo! the sudden sun
The jungle lights; and from it smiles my baby, Romping Fun.
haughty to show that he was dis
turbed. Now a strange occurrence
jarred the nerves of the frightened
savages beyond endurance. From each
of the four faggot fires proceeded ter
rific sounds that followed explosions.
Following the noises came a rain of
faggots and burning brands and
torches. The sacrificial fires had been
scattered and torn to fragments, and
fire and ashes covered the heads of the
people, who began to flee in every di
rection.
The horrible black globe continued
to descend from the sky. The blazing
fire that it brought was the only light
excepting the white glare of the moon
by which the savages could see it. Many
refused to move, thus showing
their superior courage. These were
gathered about the witch doctor. Be
neath the black glo~be were two boys
with white faces. They held in their
hands dark objects, from which they
poured forth, with noises that made
the woods reverberate, an unceasing
stream of fire in fierce flashes.
In all the ways through the forest
were heard in horror-stricken tones the
dismal death songs' of the savages, and
barbaric chanting, heralding the doom
of the King of the savages and of their
land.
When the dark globe had fallen to
the level of the tree tops the witch doc
tor stood as if petrified for a moment.
But he roused himself and cried to
those around him:
"Our doom may yet be set aside If
the King is not allowed to leave our
land."
His right hand flew to his long and
keen knife of bone. As agile as a
lion, he sprang toward the White King
to strike him down. The King heard
and saw the wLtch doctor, and his
blood was on fire, for he knew that
his only choice now was between death
and rescue. He must first fight for
his life. His own knife was fn his
hand. The savages, aghast with sur
prise, saw their witch doctor and their
King battling ferociously, each intent
only upon the other, and both seem
ingly forgetful of the presence of the
white men and of the doom of the
whole people.
The witch doctor was about to con
quer. The King has fallen, and the
sharp knife of the witch doctor is about
to fall. One more second and all is
over. The King will be no more, and
the Cruise of the California is a failure.
Is it true? That depends upon the
acts of the two white faced boys who
were "under the black globe, and who
are now upon the ground, Bfnnie and
Sam.
Not all, for Kemona and "Koti have
forced their way to the middle of the
circle of the raging savages, and there,
back to back, two against an army,
they are firing their revolvers in a des
perate struggle to keep back the bar
barians.
Blnnie and Ned see the witch doctor
look up and realize that he , has lost
his last chance, for the White -King
has struck him down and has leaped
into a basket that hangs below the
black globe. While Koti and Kemona
are making a heroic battle, the two
boys, strictly obeying Instructions, also
step into the basket, and Binnie cuts
a rope that held the ■ globe to the
ground, and so the King departs from
Koti and Kemona drive back their
enemies, who are so disturbed by the
events of the night that they have lost
heart. Then Koti and Kemona speed
back to the white men's camp.
Two hours later all the white men,
having with them the White Kins
whom they have rescued, are on the
top of the table mountain, and are
making a rapid march toward the
Marwise River, where they will find
war canoes to take them back to the
California, as she lies at moorings. In
the yacht they will reach San Francis
co without other adventures.
So the prophecy of the witch doc
tor was fulfilled and the White Kins
was lost to view as he went toward
the sky.
Even while their King was being car
ried away toward the sky the savages,
who had lost him, felt the ground trem
ble beneath their feet. A horrible roar
ing noise — the sound of an avalanche—
at the same time smote their ears.
The moon was suddenly hidden behind
driving clouds and the darkened sky
above them was rent by flashes of
lightning. An earthquake set In mo
tion masses of rocks upon the moun
tain nearest the village, and these
rushed down with fearful speed upon
the doomed people. Where the chief
village of the Afarkise was there is
now only ruin. c
So ends the story of the first cruise
of the California. _ . D. H. W.
«
PAPA WAS THE MAN,
"Who was the father of this land?"
the teacher asked aloud.
'Twas an examination day and there
were parents proud.
Expectantly they harked to hear
named that immortal one —
Truest of true, bravest of brave, the
lofty Washington.
But through the rows of curly heads
a- giggle ran around —
For from the seat of Susie Gray there
came a curious sound. -
Susie had brought her talking doll to
school with her that day.
And, resting in her little arms, the
mimic infant lay.
But Marjorle Daw, who sat next seat—
she has a laughing face — .
Had pulled a string that came to view
under the dolly's lace.
With that the dolly oped its mouth
and from its little head
Answered the teacher — "Papa, papa,"
that is what it said.
The majority of letters received from
the children indicate that they wish,
first of all, to hear what adventures,
not hitherto recorded, befell Puss in.
Boots. The majority must rule, and
the gallant' exploits of Puss in rescu
ing Gwendolin, the beautiful, from a
dungeon, are this morning related.
GrOldllock's, Jack the Giant Killer's and
Cinderella's new adventures are asked
for. They will be published.
Next Sunday morning the story ; of
what happened • to the Telegraph Hill
boy who was presented with a Roc's
egg will be told and illustrated.

MARY AND THE KITTENS,
BY MARION DEWEY.
O, our household Mary's a very mean
miss;
She pulls kittens' tails and makes them
go "siss!"
The poor little creatures, they tremble
with fear
Whenever the sound of her footsteps
' draws near.
She pinches their tails and she beats them
with brooms.
And she hunts them unmercifully out of
the rooms.
But one kitten, Buffy, her favorite. It
seems.
Invading her window, breaks In on her
dreams.
In the night, at that window, she hears a
queer sound,
And she trembles for fear that the burg
lars are 'round.
But it's only her Buffy, who now In the
night
Takes revenge for his wrongs, which la
only but right.
For she kicks him and beats him and
pull 3 his poor rail,
And none of his spits are of slightest
avail.
But Mary has good points as well as the
bad;
And when at the kittens she isn't too
mad _j .
She showers attentions on Buffy Bob
dear,
And catches him up by the tail, nose or
ear.

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