Many years after, in digging up the ground about the market-place, the
little bones of that drummer-boy were found buried alongside the bones
of the tall Hungarian men amongst whom he had fallen. The French people
have put up a statue to his memory in the town of Avesnes, and he is
shown still beating the charge on his drum, and looking out toward the
frontier whence the enemy of his people came.




A KING IN THE STUFF


In the early days of the history of the children of Israel the people
were ruled by judges, and it was not until they saw the nations round
about them under the leadership of kings that they desired a king of
their own. In spite of the warnings of the old prophet Samuel, they
demanded a king, and Samuel chose a young man, afterwards King Saul, to
be their ruler.

But when the people came together to make Saul King they could not find
him. They searched a long while, and finally God told them that Saul had
hidden himself amongst the baggage. There they looked, and sure enough,
as the old story says, there was a king "hid in the stuff."

That was many hundreds of years ago, and kings are no longer made in
that way. But the story has a meaning still for every boy. There is
still a king hid in the stuff that goes to make up every boy. A great
many things about a boy in which he hides his kingship seem no better
than the worthless stuff in which Saul hid. There are mistakes,