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With a bewildered look the king turned to his daughter, and said, "Which is your husband? for they are so exactly alike I cannot tell."
She was herself very much frightened, and could not speak! at last she thought of the necklace that she had given to the animals, and looking earnestly among them she saw the glitter of the golden clasp on the lion's neck. "See," she cried in a happy voice, "he whom that lion follows is my husband!"
The prince laughed, and said, "Yes; you are right; and this is my twin brother."
So they sat down happily together and told the king and the young princess all their adventures.
When the king's daughter and her husband were alone she said to him, "I thought you did not loye me the other day when you came home from the wood, for you never even kissed me."
Then the prince knew how true and honorable his twin brother had been.
Did you ever think what really makes a story? The one you have just read is an interesting one; let us see whether we can find out just what it tells us. We shall leave out everything that can possibly be left out, and shall keep only those things that we really must have to make the story. Here they are:
1. The poor brother sees the golden bird.
2. He gets it for the rich brother.
3. The sons of the poor brother eat the heart and the liver of the golden bird.
4. The poor brother finds the gold pieces under his children's pillows.
5. The poor brother drives his sons from home because his rich brother tells him they are in league with the Evil One.
6. The twin brothers are adopted by the hunter.
7. They set out to seek their fortunes.
8. They procure the animals as companions.
9. They separate.
10. The younger brother learns that the king's daughter is to be devoured by a dragon.
11. He slays the dragon.
12. He is killed by the king's marshal, who carries off the princess.
13. He is brought to life by the hare.
14. He returns to the king's country after a year and finds that the princess is to marry the marshal.
15. He sends his animals to the palace, where they are recognized by the princess.
16. The king sends for him.
17. He proves that he killed the dragon, and is married to the princess.
18. He meets a witch while he is hunting, and is turned to stone.
19. The older brother learns of his brother's fate.
20. He meets the witch and forces her to restore his brother to life.
21. The brothers return together to the palace, where the younger is recognized by the princess, his wife.
Now, as you read that list, you will see that many, many things which the story tells us have been omitted; but you will also see that not one of the things set down in the outline could be left out. Suppose, for example, we left out number eleven or number thirteen—we could not understand what follows. Of course, we cannot say that the facts omitted from the list are unnecessary; they make the story more interesting, or they make it more beautiful, or they make it seem more real.
INDUSTRY AND SLOTH
A LAZY young man, being asked why he lay in bed so long, jocosely answered: "Every morning of my life I am hearing cases in court. Two fine damsels, named Industry and Sloth, are at my bedside, as soon as ever I awake, presenting their different cases. One entreats me to get up, the other persuades me to lie still; and then they alternately give me various reasons why I should rise and why I should not. As it is the duty of an impartial judge to hear all that can be said on both sides, I am detained so long that before the pleadings are over it is time to go to dinner."
Many men waste the prime of their days in trying to determine what they ought to do, and end them without coming to any decision.
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
By Robert Louis Stevenson
A CHILD should say what's true,
By Bjornstjerne Bjornson
THE Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown: "Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown," Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.
The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung: "Shall I take them away?" said the Wind, as he swung.
"No, leave them alone
Till the berries have grown,"
The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow:
YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
By Robert Louis Stevenson
ALL night long and every night.
Armies and emperors and kings,
So fine a show was never seen
At first they move a little slow,
Whenever Auntie moves around.