Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-05-02

her to stay at home and feed the gold1shes
a little longer The next morning she said
carelessly to her madens, as they combed
out her golden hair:
II suppose nothing more has been
heard Of that shepherdp'
No, your royal highness. Nothing ut
all"
And the next day she said musingly as
the golden comb went through her hair:
II wonder what has become Of that shep-
herd2"
II wonder indeed, your royal highness,"
said the maidens.
The third morning as they braided her
tresses she spoke again:
u suppose that shepherd has not come
back?n
No" they said. ale has not come
back"
| The princess sighed and was silent, but
she put the same question toe next morn
ing and the next, and every morning, and
there was never any other answer
But the shepherd Jared forth into the
world. Somewhere, he knew, must be that
which would turn blue eyes to green. He
asked every one he met; most laughed at
him for mailman, and those who under
stood and were sorry for him could not help
him. And SO he Jared on for the half of "A
year, and his eyes grew bluer than ever with
unshed tears
He had left far behind the mountain
] country where his princess dwelt and had
come to a land of elms and meadows, green
lanes, dim woods and blossoming May
! trees Walking through this land one
golden May morning just year after his
first sight of his princess, he passed into a
] IL Il,
springs greenest green. The moss was
green under foot the chestnuts and oaks
and hazeis were green overhead
All through his long, weary quest of the
charm that should win him his princess his
faith in his finding of it had never faltered
He loved her so much, and love, he knew,
works miracles. Now, looking on the green
leaves and the green moss, he said:
"Oh, wood Have you no color to spare
for meS Just a ray-enough to color
lovers eyesr'
And as he spoke he was aware of a white
lady who lay on the moss under the shade
of hawthorn bush. He paused to put his
eternal question:
Can you tell me how TO make blue eyes
green" and stood there ready to go on
when he had heard the accustomed NO"
but instead the white lady rose and came
toward him, saying, Yes"
As she came near him he saw that her
hair was red, like the gold Of sunset. Her
arms were long and white. He had never
seen any mouth like hers.
She was gowned in white, about her was
agirdle Of May blossoms; she wore a wreath
of May blossoms on her hair, and her eyes
were green as the sea is green, and they
shone like young lime leaves when the sun
kisses them after rain
81 can help YOU" she said.
And you will?'
"Yes; but the price is a heavy one"
II will not" answered the shepherd
shrink from any price how heavy soever it
may be-"
Think well, said the white lady. 'The
bargain once struck may not be undone."
You would not" cried the shepherd in
sudden fear, you would not--you will not
kill love ia my hearth"
II will leave love in your heart"
You will not make my princess turn
from me when am come to her AGAIN."
Your princess shall not turn from you
when you are come TO her again"
Then, cried the shepherd, II will pay
the price"
The white lady took him by the hands
and drew him under the green hawthorn
boughs, Remembering, yet glad at heart be
cause he should now at last win his pria-
cess.
You do not repent"
"Nop
Think yet again. 1t is not yet too late"
II have only one thought-quickl say
the speii'
She laid her white arms round his neck
as he stood under the may tree. Already"
she said, your eyes grow greenp'
She kissed him thrice-upon the brow
and upon the eyes and upon the lips.
Now gol' she said, go to your princess
who loves you"
He threw up his hands and fell at her
feet.
But l do not want the princess any
more" he cried. There is no princess,
there is only you. Kiss me again Kiss
me againr'
The white lady leaned against the tree
and laughed.
And far away in her palace the princess
was saying, for the hundred and eighty
! third time, as tho golden comb went
through her hair:
II suppose the shepherd has not come
backP
And for the hundred and eighty-third
time her maidens answered:
mo; and we do not think, your royal
highness, that he will ever come back any
more. "-E. Nesbit in Argonaut.
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