him.

He made a last, terrible effort to lift his bludgeon; but Everychild
darted forward with the speed of lightning, holding his sword before
him. It was a very sharp sword, and it pierced the giant's body as
easily as if the great creature had been made of paper.

The Giant Fear tottered. His bludgeon slipped from his grasp and his
eyes became dim. He fell with a crash. He was dead!

At that very moment a sound of distant music could be heard. It was
all very wonderful. The music drew nearer; it sounded more loudly.

Everychild turned and restored the slim sword to the Masked Lady.

"Do you not wish to keep it?" she asked.

But it seemed to Everychild that he had no need of the sword, now that
the Giant Fear was dead. "Thank you, I shall not need it again," he
said.

She said, in a strange, sad voice, "Alas, the greatest need of my sword
arises after fear is gone!"

But he scarcely heeded her now. The sound of music was heard much
nearer. He lifted his eyes and beheld the door which had always stood
between him and the world. He drew nearer to the door. It was wide
open.

He heard the voice of Father Time: "The moment has arrived for you to
go, Everychild!"

He caught step with the music, which was very loud now.

He marched valiantly away.

CHAPTER III

EVERYCHILD ENCOUNTERS ALADDIN OF THE WONDERFUL LAMP

He knew he could go wherever he pleased, and so with very little delay
he entered a deep forest. It was evening and the wind was sighing in
the great trees. A winding road stretched before him like a gray
ribbon.

Soon he came to where a boy sat by the side of the road. The boy sat
on a small Oriental rug, and by his side stood a very peculiar lamp.
The boy was clad in a purple garment made of silk, with slippers to
match. He wore a very fine skull-cap, also of silk, and a pig-tail
hung down his back. His eyes were very peculiar. They were placed in
his head a little on end; but they were bright and friendly. His mouth
was like a little bow. The lips were merry and red. His cheeks were
like peaches.

Everychild stopped and looked at the boy, and the boy smiled at him.
"I am trying to think of your name," said Everychild, pondering.
Surely he had seen this boy before--but where?

"Everychild knows me," returned the boy. "My name is Aladdin."

"Aladdin--of course!" said Everychild. He sat down by Aladdin on the
Oriental rug. "And this is your lamp," he said, his ey