The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1877-03-29

There was laughing, there was pouting;
Ihere was singing, there was shouting;
Miss Annabel McCarty
Aud every one remarked that she was beautifully
drest
Like doll she sat, dsmurely,
On the sofa, thinking surely,
II would never do for her 10 run and frolic with
the rest.
The noise kept growing louder;
The naughty boys would crowd her.
az think you're very rude indeed! the little lady
And then, without warning,
Her home instructions scorning,
She screamed =" rant my supper!-and toanf TO 90
10 bed"
Few big folks, who are older,
Need laugh ut her, nor scold her,
For doubtless, ii the truth were known, we've |
often felt inclined
To leave the ball, or party,
But we haven't half her courage, and we couldn't
speak mind
VENoE AND GLENoE.-Once upon
time there lay, off the coast of Zealand,
right opposite to Holsteinborg, two
woodclad islands, Venoe, and Glenoe,
with churches, villages and farms upon
them; they lay near the coast and near
each other: now only one island is
there.
One night there blew dreadful gale;
the sea rose as it had not risen in the
memory of man; the storm grew worse
and worse; it was DoOmsday weather.
There was a sound as if the earth were
splitting. The church bells swung to
and fro, and rang without the aid of
man.
The night VenOe vanished in the
depths of the sea; it was just as if that
island had never been. But many sum-
,mer night since then, when the tide is
low, and the waters are still and clear,
and the fisher is spearing cells by the
torchlight at his bows, he has seen-for
his eyes are sharp-Venoe deep down
tower and high church walls. Venoe
is waiting for Gl@noe, it was said. lie
has seen the island, he has heard the
church bells ring under the water-but
no, there he was wrong; it must have
been the cry of the wild swans, that
often gather on these waters; their
whoopings and wailings sound like
distant peal of bells.
There came a time when the old folk
of Glenoe still talked of that stormy
night, and told how they themselves,
when children, had driven between the
two islands at low water; just as now-a-
days, they said, from the coast of Zea-
land, not far from Holsteinborg, one
drives over to Glenoe, with water only
halfway up the wheels. Venoe, is
waiting for Glenoe, was the saying, and
it became settled tradition.
Many little boy and girl lay in
stormy nights, and thought, Tonight
will come the hour..when Venoe fetches
Gl@noe." In fear and trembling they re-
peated "Our Father" fell asleep, and
dreamed sweet dreams; and next morn
ing Gl@noe was still there, with its woods
and cornfelds, its friendly cottages and
hop-gardeDs: the bird sang, the deer
sprang, the mole could smell no sea-
water as far as it could burrow.
And yet Glanoe days are numbered !;
we cannot say how many they be, but
they are numbered; one fine morning
the island will have disappeared.
1t may seem but yesterday, perchance,
that you were here on the seashore,
and saw the wild swans float on the water
between Zealand and Glanoe: boat
with swelling sails glided past the wood
land: you yourself drove over the shall
low ford, there was no other way across
the horses tramped in the water: it
splashed around the wheels.
You have left the place, and have
roamed little the wide world, per-
chance; and after few years you come
back again. You see yonder wood in
closing a wide stretch of green meadows,
where the hay smells sweet in front OF
tidy cottages. Where are you? Why,
here is Holsteinborg still Haunting its
gilded steeple, but no longer down by
the ford: it lies higher up the country.
You walk through wood and field down
to the shore. Where is Glanoe? You
see no wood-island before you, nothing
but open sea. Has Venoe fetched
. Glenoe, which it waited for so long
When was the stormy night in which
this happened-when the earth quaked,
80 that old Holsteinborg fitted many q
thousand cock-strides up the country?
1t was no storm might, it all came to
pass in the midday sunshine. The skill
Of man shut out the sea, the skill OF man
blew away the pent-up waters, and
bound Genoe to the mainland. The
ford has become meadow of living
green, Glenoe has grown fast to Zealand.
lnC btduub WutTc III Ill
ways stood. 1t was not Venoe that
fetched Gleno: it was Zealand that with
machine pumped breath blew the stormy
spell, the magic words of wedlock, and
Zealand won many acres of land for q
bridal gift. This is fact, proclaimed
and established: your sight will prove
the saying: the isle of Glenoe has dis
appeared.-Hans Christian Andersen.
CINDERELLA's SLIPPER.-Dear Jack: OF
course you keep posted on the doings OF
the fairies. II any of the descendants OF
Cinderella's fairy godmother are with you,
will you please ask them about this para
graph, which cut from newspaper?
"Was it reallya glass slipper by means of
which Cinderella triumphed over immature
relatives and won the hand of the prince ?
No, that is pathological blunder. TIE
story OF Cinderella was tradition before it
was put into print in the French of Charles
Perrault. In medieval French, the phonetic
equivalent OF Vtrre (glass) was pdrie, kind
OF variegsted or spotted fur. The first man
who turned the spoken into the written le-
gend IL answerable for the introduction Of
Telnstead OF udrte, and hence for chang
ing the slipper. The verre il a manifest
absurdity: the pretty Cinderella could not
nave danced In It. The fur slipper, on the
contrary, has abundant excuse for i,s an.
Pearance in the story, for was not the wear.
ing Of fur and other pslletry rigidly forbid.
den by the sumptuary laws to all but princes
and princesses"
Now, dear Jack in behalf Of my anxious
little ones, l ask you-.is this true?
Yours truly,
A CONSTANT READERS MAMMA.
Dear me This is sad news, indeed.
But it might have been expected. The
moment man of iuquiring mind gets
hold of a fairy story or legend, he
plays the mischief with il. Now, dear
mother of.a constant reader, If you take
Jacks advice, you'll treat this so-called
item of information as a base Islander.
Let IL go. The children don't want any.
thing of that sort. The fellow may
pride hmself as he pleases on being able
TO see through a glass slipper-but it's