The Topeka state journal., 1897-12-17

where 1t Will end. Ihen there on the
left is Fairy Motor. She has created
great stir, too, but nothing like that of
her sister. Between you and me, con-
slider she is rather a failure. However,
she looks extremely thoughtful, and
must be determining upon something
new. You can guess. of course, that
the centre form is Fairy Electric See
the star upon her browl 1t would take
too long to tell you all that she has
done but wonderful as she has been,
she has not ended yet All! Fairy
Steam now approaches; she, as you
must know. is not so young as the
Others"
Dorothy thought her goddess-Hke, as
she gazed into those large serious eyes,
and upo0 that noble brow banded with
heavy gold. It was almost impossible to
see the face of Fairy Electric beneath
that blazing star. though nothing could
Outshine the brilliancy of her eyes,
which were gazing straight out before
her a world of wonderful possibilities
in their depths. But now fresh troops
of fairies danced into the cave-talrles
of all descriptions. styles and ages-and
they frisked round in a fantastic fairy
dance. their robes of samite and gOs-
samer floating and curling about their
graceful forms. making strange shapes
and shadows in the rosy light Dorothy
cIapped her hands with delight, and
great longing to join in the frantic
dance; but Phasma laid light finger
upon her arm, to turn her attention
elsewhere.
.'SeeI' she said. 'Yonder comes
Fairy Camera, who has lately become
very grand indeed. Had she practiced
her cunning a century or two back. l
don't know how many mOrtals would
not have been burnt as wizards. talry
Phonograph is close behind; the same
applies to her. I expect they viii soon
both be leaving US for one of the plan
cts That is Fairy Torpedo. She looks
very angry. but that is because her sis
ter is so close behind her They are
very bad friends Fairy Torpedo will
never forgive her for showing mortal
how to make a tOrpedO-bo boat destroy
er! But who is this? See, mortal
child and think upon what you nave
this day seen. Yonder approaches one
who is not one of US. 1t is the Spirit OF
the North Pole!"
Dorothy looked. and saw form of
dazzling whiteness, in robes of white
starred with glitterinS ic1cles ana Jew
els Of the unknown. Around her prov
there g1owed an aureole of purple, yell
low and red-a wonder Of color, now
soft, now brilliant. now almost lost. as
though famed by a sudden breeze;
and returning again wholly purple, to
dissolve gently into amber and rose
ever shifting in woudrOus fantasy The
face beneath was cold and proud. with
sIunlbrous blue eyes, that looked out
straight with a cruel calm.
MANY are those who have sought
me. but none have found me yet" she
said. and waved ore snowy arm
arouad They lie about my footstool,
ever appealing to ne with their frozen
eyes. see them, though they lie under (
the snow, the heroes who came but
found me not. None shall come unto
me but one-the one who shall dare, !
who has dared. yet know not that 1
guarded him from the graves about my
feet Is there no one to tell him the
secret? Have come from the Pole in
vain %
She turned, and throwing around her
the long folds of her glittering mantle,
swept into the shadows, and was seen
no more.
"she has returned to the North
murmured a tall fairy. as she passed
through the cave; and Dor
othy, looking at her, saw that her race
though sweet. was very sad-so SAD
indeed, that she Ionged to reach up to
the lovely pale face and kiss it
"She has killed many of her lovers,
whispered Phasma. she has one great,
wonderful idea. and nobody in the
world caa understand her. Those who
sometimes think they do, are sure to
discover, sooner or later, that they do
not; and then those whose minds are
weakest go mad. or kill themselves
with despair. and it makes her sad
But will no one ever understand
her?" asked Dorothy.
"Oh. yesI some day; then she viii
have a name. Until then she is name
less, as indeed we all have been once;
and Phasma laughed. then sighed, and
Dorothy took her delicate hand and
said. Dearest Phasma, you have been
very, very kind to me. Will you show
me now the fairy who gave my father
an idea for his invention? heard him
telling mother that he hoped it would
bring back the money he has lost.
don't know what it is, but will it ?''
It cannot say, but I will take you to
the fairy you mean"
And Dorothy felt herself led further
into the cave, where a pretty little
sprite, with wide, child-like eyes. sat
perched upon a fallen rock. Beautiful
emerald wings sprang from her shoul-
ders. and they were fiuttering in time
to the tattoo of her tiny naked foot
upon the ground
TOW do you do, Dorothy?'' she cried
then laughed, adding, Il am so happy!
so happy!"
What makes you happy?" inquired
Dorothy.
The pretty elf stared at her in aston
ishmeat.
"You-you of all people to ask me
thati" she said. Haven't I made
somebody understand me-a little thing
like me?'
But who understands you % Dorothy
asked; then all in a moment she knew
It was her father.
THE sun is setting!" a hundred
voices seemed to cry out, and the fairy
spranE to her feet.