. "You have offered your
services to my husband," said she; "his commands and my commands are
that you march to the palace and cast out him who hath no right there."

"It shall be done," said the captain of the guards.

All the troops were up in arms, and the town was full of tumult and
confusion. About midnight they brought the false king before King Beppo
and the queen. The false king stood there trembling like a leaf. The
queen stood gazing at him steadily. "Behold, this is the husband that
thou gavest me," said she. "It is as I said; he is greater than thou.
For, lo, he is king! What art thou?"

The false king was banished out of the country, and the poor fisherman's
wife, who had entertained the princess for all this time, came to live
at the palace, where all was joy and happiness.

"Friend," said St. George, "I like your story. Ne'th'less, tis like a
strolling peddler, in that it carries a great deal of ills to begin
with, to get rid of them all before it gets to the end of its journey.
However, tis as you say--it ends with everybody merry and feasting, and
so I like it. But now methinks our little friend yonder is big with a
story of his own;" and he pointed, as he spoke, with the stem of his
pipe to a little man whom I knew was the brave Tailor who had killed
seven flies at a blow, for he still had around his waist the belt with
the legend that he himself had worked upon it.

"Aye," piped the Tailor in a keen, high voice, "tis true I have a story
inside of me. Tis about another tailor who had a great, big, black, ugly
demon to wait upon him and to sew his clothes for him."

"And the name of that story, my friend," said the Soldier who had
cheated the Devil, "is what?"

"It hath no name," piped the little Tailor, "but I will give it one, and
it shall be--"

Woman's Wit.

When man's strength fails, woman's wit prevails.

In the days when the great and wise King Solomon lived and ruled, evil
spirits and demons were as plentiful in the world as wasps in summer.

So King Solomon, who was so wise and knew so many potent spells that he
had power over evil such as no man has had before or since, set himself
to work to put those enemies of mankind out of the way. Some he conjured
into bottles, and sank into the depths of the sea; some he buried in
the earth; some he destroyed altogether, as one burns hair in a
candle-flame.

Now, one pleasant day when King Solomon was walking in his garden with
hi