The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1868-02-14
for t5e gittIe SoIks.
,l- TrOmthe Riyelsids Magazine.
SIXLITTLE PRINCESSES.
And what They Turned Into.
GcoKTISUED.1

Zone cannot expect to have genius
and beauty, and all the gifts Of Nature"
returned Reima "For my part, l am
content with the share that has fallen
to me. No tongue can tell the delight
l take in my art"
"That is all very well while the en-
thusiasm of youth sustains you, re-
piled Media. But, ere long, your
heart will assert its rights. 1t will cry
out for love, and will not be psci6ed
with admiration" f ID
" Admiration cried Reima; "Who
talks of admirationl"
"Every body talks oft Your sister,
the Princess Delicieuse, does more. She
wins it"
"Let her have it, then," said Rsima,
little pensively. 81 for one, can do
without it" --.-,.
Scan you do without loyel"
''Nay, cannot and do not" cried
Reima. "My sisters all love me. And
so does the Queen, my mother"
Media laughed. Her laugh was more
horrible than words can tell.
"Paint away, then y she cried "and,
while you are absorbed in your art let
the world pass you by, and forget you.
The merest daub from the Princess
Dellcieuse will be fought for; while
you, q child of genius, must remain
sufficient unto yourself"
So saying, Media flew off Reima
remained silent and perplexed.
u, too, crave the joy of winning love
and favor, but it is denied me% she
thought. /" Delicieuse wins both with
out an effort. Why should she possess
so divine gift, and l have merely the
power to spread colOrs over CANVASS T.
As she spoke, she threw her brushes
from her in disgust 7 ~A
"What can have happened to my
ink p cried Noyella. at has all dried
up, and / am in such haste to write.
Alb, such beautiful images are fiolting
in my brain. They will be gone for
ever if l do not seize them at once."
at is l who have dried uP your ink,
noble lady," said Media, coming forth,
and sitting down on the desk Of the
Princess.
"And who are you!" asked Novella,
looking with disgust at the hateful little
figure.
81 am one who cannot bear the In
justice of the world" replied Media.
+" when l listen to your words, so full
of fire and passion; when | look over
your shoulder and read what you write
in those favored moments when you en-
chain and imprisOn the exquisite i'm
ages that come to you as by an inspira-
tion,-when l do this, / say, l am lost
in amazement and filed with shame.
Half the world prefers to you, simple
girl, who has not thought beyond
her needle. The other half runs after
a beautiful face or an agreeable voice.
You may talk ike an oracle, and write
with pen dipped 06re, yet only here
and there will you fud worshiper."
81 do not write because ] want
worsbipers," returned Novella, much
amused. 81 write because cannot
help it. 1 enjoy the thoughts that
come to me as dreams come, | know
not how or whence. l put forth my
hand to catch them, as l would catch
the birds that fly over my head"
"Yet I see you often retire to a hid
den corner, there to sit in darkness and
sadness. This does not look ike en-
joyment."
\ 81 believe" replied Novel;, " that
a certain sadness ever follows, if it does
not accompany, moments Of iuspirs-
ton. Perfect, unalloyed felicity l do
not expect to find on earth"
"Your sister Papets has no hours of
despondency. She is as joyous as the
birds ike which she sings. The Princess
Moina sits all day in calm content the
victim of no moods and lenses ike
yours. The Princess Delicieuse, with
out ray of genius, is preferred before
you by high and low, the learned as
well as the unlearned."
Novella sighed.
81 should gladly be beloved as she
isr' she said. I" / should like Moina's
calm and placid nature; at least, there
are times when l would gladly exchange
my gifts for hers"
81 feel for youP cried Media. "Your
happiness is fitful thing, that comes
and goes with the passing moment.
You are on the mountain-tops one day,
and down in the abyss the next"
"It is true!" cried NoyelIa. "ButI
riot on the mountain-tops when l am
therew
81 have still business on hand; /
must go. Think of all l have said,"
returned Media, futtering of.
Novella threw herself back in a chair.
"Whst would not give" she
thought, 'to be as beautiful, as charm
ing, as Dslicieuse Every thing she
says delights every body, yet she talks
only little nothings. As for me, nobody
understands me. My heart is as warm
as hers, nay, warmer; it is furnace in
full glow: but because / do not carry it
about in my hands, as she carries hers,
nobody believes in it. | am not happyl
No, / am wretchedw w
At this moment Deliciense was put
ting one foot out of bed. She had
made up, in long morning nap, all
the sleep she had lost the previous
night, and looked as fresh and pretty
as rose just opened. Peace and
goodwill toward every body, including
herself filed her heart. As she thrust
her little foot into her slipper, she per-
ceiyed come foreign substance there,
and spraDg back into bed, where she
sat, half-frightened, half-amused, the
prettiest picture imaginable.
81 verify believe a mouse has taken
up its abode in my slipper" thoughtshe.
As she spoke, Media bounded out of
her hiding-place, and seated herself on
the bed, face to face with the young
Princess.
"You are beautiful creature ~ she
began. More so at this moment, in
your simple night-dress, with your hair
floating over your shoulders, than you
were last evening, when arrsyed in robes
of state"
81 wish could return the compE-
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