Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1891-05-08
PAPAVE AND CYANE.

There was once Il kings daughter
whose name was Papave. This name
had been given her because every day
she wore "a beautiful silk dress, as red as
the leaves Of the ''Garten mohns' or
the garden poppy. which in Latin is
called ''Papaver." And as the half open
buds Of the poppy are infolded by a
green winglike mantle, so also this kings
daughter, Papave, wore about her shout
dersa green winglike mantle Of finest silk
plush.
But though so richly clad and beauti-
full TO see, Papave's heart was not good.
She was very proud, because she was the
daughter Of a lingand queen. I'VE are
the richest in the land, she would say,
haughtily tossing her head, with its
raven black tresses and golden crown.
Often poor children came and gazed
wistfully through the golden lattice, in
closing the castle garden, ut little Papave
as she walked there with a maid of
honor. Bat her heart was not moved to
pity by their pale faces aud hollow eyes,
and never once did she offer them one of
the delicious fruit tarts which she always
carried in a little golden box.
The village school children carried a
tin box in which were slices Of black
bread and butter. But at ten o'clock
each morning Papave received from her
mother, the queen, three luscious tarts,
filed sometimes with raspberry jelly,
sometimes with preserved cherries and
sometimes with slices of candied orange:
and these tarts were placed in a golden
box which was richly decorated with
precious stones.
Indeed, the spoiled princess possessed in
either gold, silver or jewels everything
that other children had Of tin, steel OF
glass. Papavo had gold buttons on her
cloak. Every morning her hair was
combed with u gold comb, and at mid
day she ate with a golden fork. Silver
covers inclosed her reading book, and
her ruler and pen case were also of sill
yer. She had an inl5stand that was
made Of a huge green stone. Of great
value. IN short, all her possessions
were Of tho nost costly sort. You will
hardly believe it, but she had even
a nightgown of purple velvet. All these
things only fed her vanity, and she be-
came more and more naughty, and said
to her maid: we arc the richest in the
land"
One day-it was in summer, and the
reapers were busy harvesting the corn-
Papave thought it would be a fine thing
to extend her daily walk outside the
great gates of the garden, and watch
the reapers at their work. 1t did not
occur to the spoiled princess to ask hel
mothers permission. Oh, no! She wa;
too much self willed for that. Come
she called to her maid, "today we vii
walk in the field"
The maids name was Cyane, and she
wore a gown Of blue muslin. Bowins
her head obediently, she walked meekly
on the left of hcr young mistress.
The two set out from the palace
passed through the courtyard, and en-
tered a beautiful venue shaded b,
orange and fig trees. This avenue, whicl
had been made by the kings order TO
his daughters pleasure, led directly t,
the field.
The ~cornfelds spread far and wide
and upon a wealth of golden ears tn.
sun was brightly shining. The reapers
in loose white shirts and straw hats
swung their glistening scythes, and be
fore the long. firm strokes the slcnde
stalks fell to the ground. Other worker
bound the severed stalks into thicl
sheaves, which were placed in stacks o
four.
Papave was at once recognized by he
scarlet silk gown, the green plush man
tie and the golden crown. Dofing thei
straw hats the reapers bent their head
in respectful greeting. But the prou,
Papaye did not pay the slightest atten
ton. Not a glance Of her eye, not
word from her lips, not a movement O
her head rewarded the friendly humbl
people.
Modest little Cyane, on the contrary
nodded to all in the kindliest manner a
she passed. This aroused the princes!
anger, and she began at once to pla
how she could wound the kind heart @
this little maid.
Far away in the horizon lay heav
black clouds. Earlier in the day Their
had been a thunder shower, but it la
passed over, and in the northeast Their
now appeared a rainbow, overarchin
the fields and meadows like a many col
ored bridge.
"Cyane!' said the princess in shar
tones, "call some of the reapers here a
once; at once, | tell you! A storm is aI
preaching and / must have shelter"
Poor Cyane could only obey. Sh
called the men, who came running t
learn the princess wish.
"Hey. there. you people, build me
house out OF your sheaves. At once
Why do you stand there gapingl vii
have a house to protect me from tn
coming storm. The floor shall he O
sheaves, the roof Of sheayes and til
walls Of sheayes. Be quick arm th