THE COLOUR’S VERY LOUD

Timaru Herald, Volume CXLV, Issue 21090, 16 July 1938, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE COLOUR’S VERY LOUD

BY

HARRY W. FREES

lie is a hero, in his way. this nohlc little chap. You know, hi: simply hates to iccHr this knitted scarf and cap. They’re made in height magenta wool a colour very loud —• And, oh, the jeers this kitten hears when he is in a crowd! “My mother knitted them,” he says. “They're dreadful things, 1 know. But if I didn’t wear them loth —I’d hurt her feelings so!’’

the square on his way to the university he never failed to give his little friends a piece of bread, some nuts, or a lump of sugar. Often he was cold and hungry, but what was that to him. The student was the son of a small farmer, and the father did not approve of his boy’s studies. The farm was just big enough to keep the family alive, yet the young boy would not stay at home and work on the farm. Clever and intelligent, he wanted to learn, so one day he left home and went to Cracow’ to study for the university. His father refusing to help him. the boy earned money as well as he could, spending all his spare time studying and preparing for examinations. He was at last admitted to the university, but his. life there w r as terribly hard, and books and fees were expensive.

Whenever he felt very sad and lonely he made his way to the green squares, and was always greeted there with joy by his little friends the squirrels. His health grew weaker and weaker, and a day came when the doctor told him he must give up his studies and go back home to rest. There was nothing else to be done. Broken-hearted, he went for the last time to the lectures, and then w’ent to his room to pack. There a surprise awaited him. It was a letter written in a hand he did not recognise, and this is what it said: Go at once to the bank. You will receive 5000 pieces of silver placed there in ycur name. Get strong and finish your studies. Remember that a loving heart will always find reward. Good luck to you. A Cracow Squirrel. The bank paid the money, but who had sent the letter nobody could say. Perhaps the squirrels knew.