MAXIMILIAN AND THE GOOSE BOY.

One summer day King Max-i-mil’ian of Ba-va’ri-a was walking in the country.  The sun shone hot, and he stopped under a tree to rest.

It was very pleasant in the cool shade.  The king lay down on the soft grass, and looked up at the white clouds sailing across the sky.  Then he took a little book from his pocket and tried to read.

But the king could not keep his mind on his book.  Soon his eyes closed, and he was fast asleep.

It was past noon when he awoke.  He got up from his grassy bed, and looked around.  Then he took his cane in his hand, and started for home.

When he had walked a mile or more, he happened to think of his book.  He felt for it in his pocket.  It was not there.  He had left it under the tree.

The king was already quite tired, and he did not like to walk back so far.  But he did not wish to lose the book.  What should he do?

If there was only some one to send for it!

While he was thinking, he happened to see a little bare-foot-ed boy in the open field near the road.  He was tending a large flock of geese that were picking the short grass, and wading in a shallow brook.

The king went toward the boy.  He held a gold piece in his hand.

“My boy,” he said, “how would you like to have this piece of money?”

“I would like it,” said the boy; “but I never hope to have so much.”

“You shall have it if you will run back to the oak tree at the second turning of the road, and fetch me the book that I left there.”

The king thought that the boy would be pleased.  But not so.  He turned away, and said, “I am not so silly as you think.”

“What do you mean?” said the king.  “Who says that you are silly?”

“Well,” said the boy, “you think that I am silly enough to believe that you will give me that gold piece for running a mile, and fetch-ing you a book.  You can’t catch me.”

“But if I give it to you now, perhaps you will believe me,” said the king; and he put the gold piece into the little fellow’s hand.

The boy’s eyes spar-kled; but he did not move.

“What is the matter now?” said the king.  “Won’t you go?”

The boy said, “I would like to go; but I can’t leave the geese.  They will stray away, and then I shall be blamed for it.”

[Illustration:  “Crack the whip!”]

“Oh, I will tend them while you are away,” said the king.

The boy laughed.  “I should like to see you tending them!” he said.  “Why, they would run away from you in a minute.”

“Only let me try,” said the king.

At last the boy gave the king his whip, and started off.  He had gone but a little way, when he turned and came back.

“What is the matter now?” said Max-i-mil-ian.

“Crack the whip!”

The king tried to do as he was bidden, but he could not make a sound.