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

There was once kings daughter
whose name was Papave. This name
had been given her because every day
she wore u 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
ders a green wingike 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 king and queen. 1--WE 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 at little Papave
as she walked there with 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 q 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 gold comb, and at mid
day she ate with golden fork. Silver
covers Enclosed 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: 1--WE are the richest in the
land"
One day-it was in summer, and the
reapers were busy harvesting the corn
Papave 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. 1t did not
occur to the spoiled princess to ask her
mothers permission. Oh, mol 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. Bowling
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 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 cornfelds 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-
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. Doffing their
straw hats the reapers bent their heads
in respectful greeting. But the proud
Papave did not pay the slightest atten-
ton. Not glance of her eye, not a
word from her lips, not q movement of
her head rewarded the friendly humble
people.
Modest little Cyane, on the contrary,
nodded to all in the kindliest manner al
she passed. This aroused the princess
anger, and she began at once to plan
how she could wound the kind heart of
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 rainbow, overarching
the fields and meadows like many col
ored bridge.
"Cyanew said the princess in sharp
tones, "call some of the reapers here at
once; at once, tell you'll A storm is APP
preaching and / must have shelter"
Poor Cyane could only obey. She
called the men, who came running to
learn the princess wish.
"Hey, there, you people, build me a
house out of your sheaves- At oncei
Why do you stand there gapingi / will
have house to protect me from the
coming storm. The floor shall be Of
sheaves, the roof Of sheaves and the
walls of sheaves. Be auicki / am the
kings daughter, and we are the richest
in the land"
The harvesters, who priced their
sheaves as rich and blessed gift from
God werc 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