The Press., 1891-07-30
RAPAVE AND CYANE.

There was once kings daughter
 whose name was Papave. This name
 had been given her because every day she wore beautiful silk dress. as red as
 the leaves of the ''Garten mohns" or
 the garden poppy. which in Latin is
 called ssPapaver." And as the half open
 buds of the poppy are infolded by 8
 green winglike mantle, so also this king
 daughter, Papave, wore about her shoul- ders a green winglike mantle of finest silk
 plush. .-....... ... ........-. F |
 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 king and queen. "We are
 the richest in the land," she would say,
 haughtily tossing her head, with it's
 raven black tresses and golden crown.
 Often poor children came and gazed
 wistfully through the golden lattice, in
 closing the castle garden, at little Papave
 as she walked there with a maid of
 honor. But her heart was not moved to
 pity by their pale faces and hollow eyes,
 and never once did she offer them one of the delicious fruit tarts which she always
 carried in 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,
 filled sometimes with raspberry jelly,
 sometimes with preserved cherries and
 sometimes with slices of candied orange;
 and these tarts were placed in 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 or
 glass. Papave had gold buttons on her cloak. Every morning her hair was combed with 8 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 inkstand that was made of huge green stone of great
 value. In short, all her possessions
 were of the most costly sort. You will
 hardly believe it, but she had even
 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 are the richest in the land"
 One day-it was in summer, and the
 reapers were busy harvesting the corn
 Pspave thought it would be fine thing
 to extend her daily walk outside the
 great gates of the garden, and watch
 the reapers at their work. It did not
 occur to the spoiled princess to ask her
 mothers permission. Oh, no! She was
 too much self willed for that. "Come, |"
 she called to her maid, today we will
 walk in the field"
 The maids name was Cyane, and she
 wore gown of blue muslin. Rowing
 her head obediently, she walked meekly
 on the left of her young mistress.
 The two set out from the palace,
 passed through the courtyard, and en- tered a beautiful avenue shaded by
 orange and fig trees. This avenue, which
 had been made by the kings order for
 his daughters pleasure, led directly to | the field.
 The cornields spread far and wide,
 and upon a wealth of golden ears the sun was brightly shining. The reapers, in loose white shirts and straw hats, swung their glistening scythes, and be- l fore the long, firm strokes the slender stalks fell to the ground. Other workers bound the severed stalks into thick sheaves, which were placed in stacks of four.
 Papave was at once recognized by her scarlet silk gown, the green plush man. tie and the golden crown. Dofing their straw hats the reapers bent their heads in respectful greeting. But the proud Papave did not pay the slightest atten- tion. Not a glance of her eye, not a word from her lips, not movement of her head rewarded the friendly humble
 people.
 Modest little Cyane, on the contrary, nodded to all in the kindiest manner as
 she passed. This aroused the princess anger, and she began at once to plan
 how she could wound the kind heart oi this little maid.
 Far away in the horizon lay heavy
 black clouds. Earlier in the day there
 had been thunder shower, but it had passed over, and in the northeast there now appeared a rainbow, overarching the fields and meadows like many col. ored bridge.
 "Cyaner' said the princess in sharI
 tones, "call some of the reapers here at once; at once, I tell you! A storm is ap preaching and I must have shelter" Poor Cyane could only obey. She called the men, who came running tc learn the princess wish.
 "Hey, there, you people, build me 8 house out of your sheaves. At once! Why do you stand there gapingi I will have house to protect me from the coming storm. The floor shall be ot sheaves, the roof of sheaves and the walls of sheaves. Be quick! I am the kings daughter, and we arc the richest in the land"
 The harvesters, who prized their sheaves as rich and blessed gift from God, were amazed at this strange whim of their princess. Still, no one dared to say word in remonstrance. Only one very old man, with thin, gray locks, venturing step nearer, said at last: 'Your forgiveness, gracious princess, but there will be, no more rain today. The storm has passed. See, in the north east there, Gods bow of promise, and over our heads the sun shines from a clear sky. Therefore, think there Is no need of house of sheaves." The princess became scarlet with anger. She tossed her head and said mockingly: ''You are indeed wonder full weather prophet! Your wisdom fills me with admiration. But wait! in the 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? I am Pa- pave, the kings daughter, and we are the richest in the land"
 Than sy,Olro tba %iynid Cvane. ssM0st