The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1891-04-15

solitude of dungeon you shall soon un-
learn your prophesyings. Think you l
shall stand here to be drenched by rain
like common peasant girl? am Pa
pave, the kings daughter and we are the
richest in the land"
Then spoke the timid Cyane: "Most
gracious princess, though imprisonment
and death await me, must speak, One
must not thus trample under foot Gods
blessing. A floor of sheaves, walls and
q roof of sheayes were surely never
before heard of. 1t is a sin, a grievous
sin, thus to use the ripe grain. The
stalks are brittle, the ears very dry, and
much must be destroyed and trodden
in the earth by the men in building a
house"
miserable beggars!" cried Papave,
"do you dare hesitate for few paltry
grains of corn? For what purpose are
your rakes and brooms2 Rake together
again the straw and the corn after am
gone, and il that is not enough I will
give you word of advice. Go to my
father, the king, and make complaint.
Doubtless he will pay you. We are the
richest in the landl And now, not a
word more. To work. at once! I COM
mand you, I, Papavep
With anxious looks and many q shake
of the head, with repressed murmurs
and with silent prayers that God would
forgive the sacrilege, the poor reapers
built the house.
The floor of sheaves, the roof of
sheaves and the walls of sheaves. Many
full ears were trodden under foot. Oh,
if only the poor could have received even
part of what was here so wantonly
wastedl It was a shamel this ''sheai
houser Cyane's blue eyes glistened with
tears. Only Papave remained unmoved.
When the task was finished Papave
in her scarlet silk, quickly entered. Cy-
ane, IN her blue muslin, had no choice
but to follow.
The floor cracked under their feet
and still more of the precious kernels of
corn were shattered out ON the wei
earth.
"Well DONE" said Papave proudly
1--WE are the richest in the land"
Outside the ann threw it's hrichtcs.
denly frightful flash of lightning dart
ed from the clear heavens and struck the
sheaf house. A terrible peal of thunder
filled the air. Instantly the little hous,
was in flames The corn cracked in tn,
heat. Countless sparks from the dry
stalks sprang into The air. Soon the
whole house was one glowing pillar Of
fire. 1t was fearful sight.
From the midst of the flames came the
sound of shrieks and Of prayers. The
prayers from tho lips of the gentle Cy.
ane; the shrieks-ah, these certainly
came from the naughty Papave. But &c
such fearful punishment might pride
well succumb.
The good reapers were not harmed by
30 much as the singeing of a hair. In
awestruck silence and almost paralyzed
with fear they stood around the burning
house. To extinguish the flames was
out of the question. Far or near nc
water could be obtained. To rescue the
two unfortunate victims was equally i'm.
possible, for the whole structure was one
mass of fame.
So the reapers stood motionless, will
toll hardened hands fast clasped, before
this column of fire. Gradually the flames
subsidized, burning lower and lower, dy.
ing away IN a dull red glow, until at last
a little heap of ashes was all that re-
manned Of the house Of sheaves, the Prin.
cess Papave and the maid Cyane.
Deeply impressed the men returned to
their work. Only the aged reaper, who
had had the courage to warn Papave, be-
took himself to the palace, there to re-
late to the king and queen the terrible
fate of the princess and her companion.
The broken hearted parents realized
too late that their own teaching had en-
couraged and fostered the pride and self
will which had led their daughter to her
death.
The following summer, when the corn
stood golden in the field, from out the
heap of ashes left lying on the ground
sprung beautiful blue flower, the corn
flower, most modest Of all field bios.
SONS, a fitting type of the gentle, limo.
cent Cyane. And near by bloomed the
ldatchrose, a field poppy, a true repre-
sentative of the kings daughter, Papave,
in her red silk gown. Yes, even the
raven black hair and the crown of the
princess one may see perpetuated in the
flower, while the buds are infolded in 0
green mantle.
And as the wind scattered the ashei
over all the field soon there grew every.
where among the stalks of corn the blue
corn flower and red field poppy, the type
of guilt and innocence, of loving kind
ness and Of naughty pride. And so to
this day may they be seen.-Boston
Herald. Translated from the German
by Jessie Benjamin Hayes.