Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-12-20

winch gleamed large opal. who
are your" questioned Dorothy, recov-
ering herself, and the other smiled
brightly.
Il am only Phasma." she replied.
"and l waited for YOU
| 1T was very kind of you, dear Phas-
ma" said Dorothy; sis there anybody
else up here?"
Look"
Dorothy turned and saw across the
cave three more figures, fantastic and
beautiful
These are spirits who control some
of the wonders of the earth" said
Phasma. See, on the right stands
Fairy Cycle. All the world is excited
about her. She is continually putting
new ideas into peoples brains, and
If she does not stop soon | do not
know where it will end. Then there
on the left is Fairy Motor. She has
created great stir, too. but nothing
like that of her sister. Between you
and me. consider she is rather a
failure. However, she looks extreme
ly thoughtful, and must be determin-
ing upon something new. You can
guess, of course. that the centre form
is Fairy Electric. See the star upon
her brow! 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-like,
as she gazed into those large serious
eyes, and upon that noble brow
banded with heavy gold 1t was al
most 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-fairies
OF all descriptions, styles and ages
and they frisked round in a fantastic
fairy dance. their robes of samite and
| gossamer floating and curling about
their graceful forms, making strange
shapes and shadows in the rosy light.
Dorothy clapped her hands with de-
light, and great longing to join in
the frantic dance; but Phasma laid a
light finger upon her arm, to turn her
attention elsewhere.
"See." she said. "Yonder comes
Fairy Camera, who has lately become
very grand indeed. Had she practiced
her cunning century or two back, I
don't know how many mortals would
have been burnt as wizards. Fairy
monograph is close behind; the same
applies to her. / expect they will
soon both be leaving us for one of the
planets. That is Fairy Torpedo. She
looks very angry, but that is because
her sister is so close behind her.
They are very bad friends Fairy
Torpedo will never forgive her for
showing mortal how to make a
torpedo-boat destroyer, But who is
this? See, mortal child, and think
upon what YOU have this day seen.
fonder approaches one who is not one
of us. 1t is the Spirit of the North
Pole"
Dorothy looked, and saw a form of
dazzling Wilderness. in robes of white
starred with glittering icicles and
jewels of the unknown. Around her
brow there glowed an aureole of pur-
pie, yellow and red-a wonder of
color, now soft. now brilliant, now al
most lost, as though famed by sud
den breeze; and returning again
wholly purple, to dissolve gently into
amber and rose, ever shifting in
wondrous fantasy. The face beneath
was cold and proud, with slumbrous
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 one snowy arm
around. They lie about my footstooI.
ever appealing to me with their frozen
eyes. | see them, though they lie I'M
der 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 |
| 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
noiselessly through the cave; and Dor.
othy. looking at her, saw that her face
though sweet, was very sad-so sad
indeed. that she longed 10 reach up to
the lovely pale face and kiss il.
She has killed many Of her lovers"
whispered Phasma. "She has one great
wonderful idea, and somebody in the
world can 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"