Worth While Stories for Every Day
“ The boy stood with his face to his father and shut his eyes; he did not cry nor move a muscle. The crowd was still as death as Tell shot his arrow. Straight it flew, through the apple and lit softly on the ground beyond the boy. A great shout went up and a clapping of hands for joy. The boy was safe.“But why that other arrow?” asked Gessler of Tell, pointing to his pocket.“To slay thee, tyrant, had I killed my boy,” answered Tell. Gessler ordered him to be seized, but in the confusion Tell took his son in his arms and escaped to his mountain home. ”
