The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-06-25

kings daughter. and we are tie -ichess
IN the land.
The haryesters, who priced 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 astep nearer. said at last:
your forgiveness. gracious princess,
but there viii 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
clear sky. Therefore. l think there is
no need of house Of slieaves."
The princess became scarlet with
anger She tossed her head and said
mockingly: You are indeed a wonder
full weather prophet Your wisdom fills
me with admiration. But, waiti in the
solitude Of q dungeon you shall soon uI-
leafn your prophesyings Think you j
shall stand here to be drenched by rain
like a common peasant girl? am Pa
paxe, the kfng's daughter, and we are the
richest in the land"
Then spoke the timid Cyane: ''Most
gracious princess, Though Imprisonment
and death await me,I must speakt One
must not thus trample under foot Gods
blessing. A floor of sheaves, walls and
roof of sheaves were surely never
before heard of. 1t. is a ,sin,.a grievous
sin, thus to use the. ripe grain. The
stalks are brittle, ,ethe ears very dry, and
much must be destroyed and trodden
in the earth by the men in building
house.
miserable beggarsln- cried Papave.
.'do you dare hesitate for few paltry
grains of corn? For what purpose are
your rakes and brooms? Rake together
again the straw and the corn after am
gone, and if that is not enough / 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 land! And now, not Il
word more. To work. at oncel com,
mand you, ], Papaver'
With anxious looks and many shake
of the head, with repressed murmurs
and with silent prayers that Gcd 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 We're trodden under foot. Oh.
if, only the poor could have received even
part of what was here so wantonly
wasted, 1t was a shame! this '.sheaf
house!r Cyane's blue eyes glistened with
tears. Only Papave remained unmoved
When the task was finished Papavc
in her scarlet silk, quickly entered. Cy-
ane, in her blue muslin, had no choice
but to follow.
The floor cracked under their feet,
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corn were shattered out on the wet
/ earth.
..Well done,' said Papave proudly
I'VE are the richest in the land
Outside the sun threw its brightest
beams over mountain and valley. Sud
denly frightful flash of lightning dart
ed from the clear heavens and struck the
sheaf house, A terrible peal of thunder
| filed the air. Instantly the little house
was in flames. The corn cracked in the
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 the lips of the gentle Cy-
ane: the shrieks-ah, these certainly
such fearful punishment might pride
well succumb.
The good reapers were not harmed by
SO 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 NO
water could be obtained. To rescue the
two unfortunate victims was equally i'm
possible, for the whole structure was one
mass of flame.
So the reapers stood motionless, with
toll hardened hands fast clasped, before
this column of fire. Gradually the flames
subsided, burning lower and lower, dy-
ing away in Il dull red glow, until at last
little heap of ashes was all that re-
manned of the house of sheaves, the Prin-
cess Papave and the maid Cyane.
j 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 sell
will which had led their daughter to hel
death.
The following summer, when the corn
stood golden in the field, from out the
heap of ashes left lying on the ground
sprung a beautiful blue flower. the corr
flower, most modest of all field bios
SONS, fitting type of the gentle, limo
cent Cyane. And near by bloomed tn,
klatchrose, field poppy, true repre-
sentative of the kings daughter, Papave
! in her red silk gown. Yes. even the
raven black hair and the crown of tn,
princess one may see perpetuated in thi