The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-12-19
THE ELFIN PRINCESS.
A Fairy Story For Christmas,

TO hannt the world-to lie Graded In
the heart of the fowers-to dance in
airy mazes on some emerald green,
where bright blossoms sprang up be-
meath their dainty, tripping feet, and
have their kings, queens, and royal
family, there lived the eltin princess,
whose fortunes I am about to relate.
They called her Angelique, because OF
her delicate angelic beauty; and L Will
now endeavor to describe her, as she
appeared in her sunny youth.
Her complexion was fair and clear as
the waxen petals Of the white oamelia;
a soft see-snell tint glowed on her
cheek; her lips were like chiseled ru-
bies her eyes blue and clear as a noun
tain lake; her heavy, ripping hair was
of a deep golden hue, her figure slender
and graceful as a PERI.
She was q beauty of the fairy court,
the observed of all observers, the star
for every eye to follow, when she APP
peared at the royal festivals in her gala
robes, her fairy head crowned with a
diadem, and fragrant flowers knotted
amid her golden t~resses, while costly
Jewels dropped from her ears, rare pearls
were coiled round and round her neck,
and her dainty hand clasped a golden
sceptre. Such was her costume on the
evening our story opens, when the king,
her father, gave a ball to the inhabitants
of fairyland. One by one the fairies
came up to pay homage to the sovereign,
his queen, his only daughter, the Princess
Angelique, and her brother, the heir to
his throne.
Many an admiring eye turned to her
as she sat in her chair of state, glitter
ing with gold and jewels, her sceptre
raised, and her eyes wandering over the
throng. At length there came echoing
through the palace a bugle-call, which
was the signal for the dancing to COM
mence, and then a gush of sweet and
stirring music rose from the band sta.
toned near, while dainty feet began to
beat time to the melody.
The noblemaa who stood highest in
rank at the fairy court, moved to the
Elm Princess, and on Bonded knee beg
ged the honor of her hand in the first
dance. She assented, and the next
moment they stood, not on the green's
ward, which had been so famous as the
scene of fairy dances, but in the splen-
did ballroom of the palace. with its
mosaic floor, its golden pillars, and a
fountain gushing up from the heart of
some lotus blossoms, brought by fairy
couriers from the banks of the Nile,
while around the hall lay tiny cushions,
giittering with jewels.
How beautiful the princess looked,
as she glided through the giddy mazes
of the dance; and her partner had a
ready tongue at compliment, but all his
homage did not thrill the heart of fair
Angelique. He was ne alearer than any
other courtier; and when he led her
back, and relinquished her hand, the
e a-shell flush did not deepen on her
cheek, nor the light kindle in her vio-
let eyes, as pleasant dreams rose before
her.
The next dav, she woke at an early
hour, and resolved to make an escapade,
and leave the palace unattended even by
a page. The morning was glorious the
sun had risen like a golden shield; the
flowers in the fairy garden glittered with
crystal dews, the sweet, fresh air famed
her cheek and brow, and lifted her
golden hair, as she trfpped through the
grounds. She had put on her simplest
garb, and now on, or she went, rejoic-
ing in her freedom, baskingin the bright
sunshine, and gathering the lovelist
blossoms she could find, taking care in
the meantime, not to disturb the sleep
ing fays slumbering in not a few.
She perceived a cluster of beautiful
notified bell shaped flowers growing
on a kind OF natural terrace, which it
was exceedingly difficult to reach. Iii her
attempts to seize the blossoms, she lost
her footing, and fell to the ground.
AS she lay thus, half fainting, q trav-
eller, clad in q hunting suit of Lincoln
green, like Robin Hood, and with a tuft
OF plumes floating from his cap, came
riding across the green and dewy fields,
A few moments more, and he had
reined in his horse near the PROSTATE
girl. There she lay, her white eyeliis
closed, her golden tresses sweeping about
her light form. her hands clasped over
her heart. The stranger leaped from
his horse, and bent over the girl with
an earnest, admiring gaze.
"Some accident has happened to this
young lady, he said. "But OH how
beautiful. I know she must be the
Princess Angelique, for there never was
another person half so lovely as She"
/ As he smoke. he lifted her with KNIGHT