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j——— ?ALM? St?tt t?M?t T?BN??MMWtJtmH?) FOR BOYS AND G!RLS. lhe Prtncess and the Beggar Ma!d. By E. MAUDTAYLOR. ,2 There was once a king who lived in a beauti- M land far across the-sea,. He had a good wife Mtd one daughter, but at the tune of which I Wftte neither the king nor the queen were happy, and the cause of the t) onble was their little daughter. Now, though she was only ten years of age, and in many ways a good, easily managed little girl, she had one very great fault, and that Was that sne was very, very hard-hearted, !adeed. she was known to many of the poor <e Princess Hardheart. One can easily imagine what a grief this was to her parents, who ruled their subjects with kindness and consideration, and when one day the poor king heard of the name which had been given ? his only child, he was terribly- broubled, and made up hismind that something tnust be done to alter the state of affairs. Now this happened at a time when people who needed help were in the habit of appealing to the good fairies, and the king determined to beg tor their aid. He therefore sought his little girl's fairy god- tnother, and asked her what had better be done. She arranged that little Juanita, for that was her name. was to be changed for a time into the Poorest child in the realm, and the poorest child m the realm was to take the place of the king's daughter. A wonderful change, indeed, but very possible for suoh a godmother No one was to be told of this but the children themselves, and it was to be so arranged that each child should take e other's part quite naturalty, though at the same time they should remember that one was really a princess, and the other a poor man's child. They were to fall asleep at night as usual, Md in the morning the change would have taken place. Now you may be sure that the Princess in ?Mr Bt}kcn bed sobbed herself to sleep, and I «n a.56ure you that the little maiden on her hard mattress of straw closed her eyes with a wery bright smite on her little face Now all that happened to the poor man's thiM need not be told. Enough to say that .he was as happy as the day was long and that everyone at court wondered what had hap- pened to make her so kind all at once But with the poor little Princess matters did 1Iot Sow so smoothly. She waked in the morining to nnd heraelf in t small attic, lying by the side of another ittlegirJ. She heard someone call Mara Mara, get up rou lazy thing, and come downstairs,"and r &e found herself saying AI) right, mother, *et me dress little Belle she isn't so well to- day." Then she arose, and, astonished at her- self, gently dressed a little cripple, and went downstairs to the wretched room beneath. There was but a crust for breakfast, and the 'Bck child begged her to share it, calling her "dearSister." and trying to persuade her that the was better to-day." AH this made luanita so dreadfully miserable that she could hardly keep the tears back, and yet she found herself quietly doing all that the ml, whose place she had taken, would have none After breakfast she had to go out and pick Cowers and then sell them in the streets. While ?he was doing this she saw the royal carriage Jiash by and the other child was sitting in it. Then her heart was nllcd to bursting, and she *ated that little figure with aJl her might. She went back to the two rooms and attended To the little invalid. For she could not control her own actions, although within her were passions surging. Tenderness and love for the little sister aDd hatred and anger against the ptesent princess and her owm position. The day was long and tedkHB, she was jthongry and tired, yet she stuck to her work. MM with patience the grumMes of the cruel 'aether, and the sighs of the poor sick child. When night came aod she lay once more on the hard bed, Juanita realised all that was happening. The life that she was now living wae indeed new to her, she had never stopped to time a coald have, and to bear hardships with patience and gmmMing was the strangest of dJI to her. She know that she had been bad Mid heart- tess before, and ahe knew that UMe Mara in Her rags was a thoQsa-nd tunes better than she, and yet her heart was full of hatred and anger, Mad passionate teats coursed down her cheeks. Xet in spite of ttbis she rose at the slightest tound from the other child and tenderly tmoothing her pillow gave her water to drink. The pext day passed in much the same way. -\be one after atso until two whole weeks had passed, and stui the little heart was torn be- eween the love which had entered it from Ma.ra and the hardness which had always been there. But the little cripple was worse, in spite of .II' Juanita's care she was slow!y sinking and the cruel mother said that she would aoon die unless she could be properly attended by a otoctor. When she heard this Juanita's beart WM nearty broken and the'children fell asleep that night locked in one arms. But even still Princess Hardhearb lived In the morning poor Belle was so ill that she could not leave her bed, and her sister was de- termined on a great work. Love for the littie one, and an impulse which she could not resist made her make up her mind to waylay the Present pri ncess and ask her for money to ietch a doctor. She would know that she was not an ordi- nary begger, and yet &he trembled at the thought «f her plan failing and the sick one dying and expected only a cold rebuS, for how often had she turned her own little back (when she was Princess) scornfully on beggar children. tn spite of all this, she kissed the litHe one *& bed, and started towards the castle. She reached the gates—those great, gilded gates which had so often nownopenather approach—and looked eagerly through. As she pressed her little pale face against the baM.she saw the daintily dressed Princess approaching with her ladiee. A footman dashed forward to clear the way, Mtd cried angrily to her Get away, got away, we cannot have beggars here." The tears rushed to her eyes, for she saw the picture of the little sister in the attic, and she 'topped out of the way of the gates when the voice of the Princess waa heard. y Oh. poor, poor little girl, what does she want?" and she ha)d out her purse towards Juanita. Now as she did this the child knew that this beggar girl was realty the king's daughter and she knew also that as soon as she stopped being hardhearted she wou)d be Princess again and she herself the beggar Mara once more. As she realised this she stopped for one moment and many thoughts coursed through her mind, but her little heant was pure and tfuc and she did not hesitate speaking quickly Mid softly lest she should be heard and taken away, she said ;—" I know who you arc, do not be hard hearted any longer, oh I beg you to be good. for I cannot bear you to look so miserable, you shall be Priucess again, for it does not make me unhappy to be poor. Poor title Juani do let me tell the King that now Vou are quite kind and gentle. At these words the passion, anger, and hard- nees in little beart broke at last loose Mid ned for ever, she hurried her face in her hands and ran sobbing from the PaJace. To be treated thus by one from whom she expected nothinc but disdain was more than she could bear. and dispelled all the hardness ? ?a?ghty Uttle heart. 'Y ? ? ? asleep that night Jnanita knew thattt would be the !ast that she would s?end m the miscrs.bie hovel, and her now kind httle heart was Slled with joy as she thought how ? ?o?Id take the sisters to the palace, and '"ske thbm happy and well. Then another wonderful change took place, you cac guess what it was, can't you child- !'en! One Two Three -The Princess Juanita waked once more in her silken bed, but sha p?Ped up quickly and ran to the king. A uttic later she drove out in the royal carriage Wtth her father, a,nd as she returned with the tvo Itttle beggars by her side. the King smiled as he heard someone say f think we must call her littl Princess Kind Heart' now."

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