Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 43, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 November 1893 — King and Little Girl. [ARTICLE]

King and Little Girl.

When I Was a little girl, says the daughter of a former minister, my father was sent abroad to represent our country at the Danish oourt. Naturally I accompanied my family, and as court etiquette was not especially strict I was permitted, soon after our arrival at Copenhagen, to attend a lather informal afternoon function at the palace. I had brought with me from America very exaggerated ideas of the magnificence of a court, and I confess that the absence of pomji and splendor on this occasion was disappointing to me. I was left, too, a good deal to my own devices. The queen and the ever-charm-ing crown princess had graciously engaged my mother in conversation, and my father was occupied with somo gentlemen of the court. I soon tired of walking quietl v about the salon, and becoming somewhat disgusted with my first glimpse of royal socioty, I curled down in a big chair to wait until it should be time for us to go homo. The hum of voices made me drowsy, and I soon fell asleep. The next thing that I was conscious of was a hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw my fatherstanding beside me, and with him a tall, fine-looking gentleman whom I did not recognize.. , d “O papa,” I cried, without ceremony. “Is this really a court? Why, I can’t!, keep awake!" “Elizabeth!” said my father, in a rather severe tono, “this is the king;.” But I was already half-asleep again, and instead of rising and making my reverence, as I had been taught to do on meeting strangers, I tucked my hand under my cheek for greater comfort, and murmured drowsily: “Please, Mister King, go away and don’t ’turb Elizabeth. And the king went away, taking mv shocked father with him. Nor would his majesty permit my father to reprimand me for my lack of courtesy.— Youth’s Companion.