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gan to realize that tennis was properly an outdoor sport; that any smooth stretch of turf or beach offered as good opportunities for a skillful game as the best equipped in-door court; that in it were combined an almost perfect exercise for all the muscles with a singular charm for girls as well as boys. And with this realization the royal monopoly was forever at an end.
The Dream Prince and the Mystic Tongue.
Some time last spring his Majesty, the King of Siam sent to each of the leading universities of the United States thirty odd looking volumes, bound in yellow leather and saturated with Siamese erudition. The "Bachelor of Arts" made so bold as to declare that no one in the country could "unlock the combination." Fortunately the worthy king did not forget the University of Kansas when bestowing his favors, and a complete set of the highly-prized volumes was forwarded to Miss Watson. Shall we leave them undisturbed in their resting place, to be buried under the dust of years, wrapt in spider web shrouds? Perish the thought! They cannot be called light reading, I grant. But with the aid of all the dictionaries to be found in the library—French, German, English, Spanish, Latin and Greek—with a speaking knowledge of Japanese and an ardent desire to learn Italian—with the Encyclopodia Brittanica, Brockhams conversations-Lexicon and La Grande Encyclopedia in easy reach—with a genuine and insatiable thirst for knowledge and the indomitable courage and perseverance so lauded by high school graduates one can in the course of six months or so, actually read one page and a half of this masterpiece of Siamese literature, at any rate, I did, and to encourage others to similar achievements, I thereby publish the result of my labors. This will gratify the King of Siam, and he will doubtless subscribe for the WEEKLY.
The following will be found in the twenty third volume, page 271. The title is "The Dream Prince and the Mystic Tongue."
Once upon a time there lived in the fair land of Auronia a beautiful princess. Every one
who looked upon her loved her; high and low, rich and poor, bowed before her shrine. The gifted poet Xylanthus extolled her charms in seven hundred sonnets of wondrost beauty; even the old necromancer, who spent his days in concocting mixtures of strange potency, likened the light of her eyes to the blue radiance of sulphur burned in oxygen. She was beautiful, beautiful!
All the princes of the realm were suitors for her hand; but not one of them pleased the princess. "He will come some day, my dream prince," she said in a tongue of mystic meaning.
One day a king of great wealth presented himself at the court of Auronia.
The princess' father was pleased and bade his daughter smile upon the king.
"He has wealth untold my daughter," said the old prince. "You must marry some day. The king is young and handsome. Surely you could learn to love him."
But the princess shook her head.
"Is there any one else whom you love?" cried the prince in sudden fear.
Then the princess smiled a strange smile, and repeated softly these words:
"He will come some day, my dream prince, and will was me in a tongue of mystic meaning."
"Who is your dream prince?"
"He comes to me in my dreams," replied the princess, and "he speaks a beautiful language. I cannot understand it. But when he comes he will teach me to speak it too."
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The king went away in a fury, and married the princess of a neighboring realm. Shortly afterward the prince of Auroria received a declaration of war from the offended king. The struggle which followed was a long and bitter one, and many a gallant warrior bit the dust before the prince, victorious at last, but with army sadly shattered, returned to his sorrowing people.
The news which greeted him at the threshold of his palace robbed his victory of all its sweetness. During his absence his daughter had married a stranger from the far country of