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THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER                                                                                                by Hans Christian Andersen                                 PART  I     THERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers , who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue. The first thing in the world they ever heard were the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little boy, who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, was taken off. They were given him for a birthday present, and he stood at the table to set them up. The soldiers were all exactly alike, excepting one, who had only one leg; he had been left to the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to finish him, so they made him to stand firmly on one leg, and this caused him to be very remarkable.

THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER                                                                                                by Hans Christian Andersen                                 PART II "Tin soldier," said the goblin, "don't wish for what does not belong to you.     But the tin soldier pretended not to hear. "Very well; wait till tomorrow, then," said the goblin.     When the children came in the next morning, they placed the tin soldier in the window. Now, whether it was the goblin who did it, or the draft, is not known, but the window flew open, and out fell the tin soldier, heels over head, from the third story, into the street beneath. It was a terrible fall; for he came head downwards, his helmet and his bayonet stuck in between the flagstones, and his one leg up in the air. The servant maid and the little boy went down stairs directly to look for him; but he was nowhere to be seen, although once they nea

THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER                                                                                                by Hans Christian Andersen                                 Final     Then the paper boat fell to pieces, and the soldier sank into the water and immediately afterward was swallowed up by a great fish. Oh how dark it was inside the fish! A great deal darker than in the tunnel, and narrower too, but the tin soldier continued firm, and lay at full length shouldering his mu sket. The fish swam to and fro, making the most wonderful movements, but at last he became quite still. After a while, a flash of lightn ing seemed to pass through him, and then the daylight approached, and a voice cried out, "I declare here is the tin soldier." The fis h had been caught, taken to the market and sold to the cook, who took h im into the kitchen and cut him open with a large knife. She picked up the soldier and held him by the waist between her finger and

"This story," commenced MacShaugnassy, "comes from Furtwangen, a small town in the Black Forest. There lived there a very wonderful old fellow named Nicholaus Geibel. His business was the making of mechanical toys, at which work he had acquired an almost European reputation. He made rabbits that would emerge from the heart of a cabbage, flop their ears, smooth their whiskers, and disappear again; cats that would wash their faces, and mew so naturally that dogs would mistake them for real cats and fly at them; dolls with phonographs concealed within them, that would raise their hats and say, 'Good morning; how do you do?' and some that would even sing a song.   "But, he was something more than a mere mechanic; he was an artist. His work was with him a hobby, almost a passion. His shop was filled with all manner of strange things that never would, or could, be sold -- things he had made for the pure love of making them. He had contrived a mechan