Now, I
am your fair, as well as your loving wife."
Turning around, the knight beheld a lady sweet and young, more lovely
in her looks than Guinevere herself. With happy tears she related how
the enchantments had been wrought which held her in the form of an
ancient hag until he had helped to remove the spell. And from that
time forth they lived in great content, each happy to yield equally to
each other in all things.
HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS.
BY REV. C. H. MEAD.
"Black yer boots, mister? Shine 'em up--only a nickel." Such were the
cries that greeted me from half a dozen boot-blacks as I came through
the ferry gates with my boots loaded down with New Jersey mud. Never
did barnacles stick to the bottom of a vessel more tenaciously, or
politician hold on to office with a tighter grip, than did that mud
cling to my boots. And never did flies scent a barrel of sugar more
quickly than that horde of boot-blacks discovered my mud-laden
extremities. They swooped down upon me with their piercing cries,
until many of my fellow-passengers gazed on my boots with looks that
seemed to rebuke me for my temerity in daring to bring such a large
amount of soil to add to the already over-stocked supply of the city.
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