Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-11-01

OF seryiae to you IL the greatest s.
ward I could have .z...Ss
She raised her head quickly. ana !
saw frown gather on her white
brow. @5.==t.. s ..@*=.. @ 81
WHO are you, them" she asked, In
an irritated tone. .,5l.: .s.s
: tourist fresh from week. tramp
n the mountains" I answered,
Her forehead cleared, and l saw q
smile play about the corners OF her
mouth. !.
"Ah," she said, Sin that case must
make my excuse for my indiscretion,
Miss Gray would certainly call this
most improper proceeding" r r..
Her eyes danced wickedly, but abe
continued hastily: = 1852. =. ~
III you please, We will return at
once to the Shore" - j ~ H.
She gave a pull to the rudder strings
and The boat swung about, although !
pulled as leisurely as dared. On the
other side Of the lake the silver moon.
beams turned to ruddy gold where q
shepherds glowing fire was reflected in
the water. ,.--
Have you been up Mont Blanc?" in
Quired the young princess, who, proba-
IDLY assured from my manner that
was to be trusted, decided to be agree
abba and break the silence.
Il have just come from there.
tramped back through the mountains, u
I replied.
"Then you knew our lake before. ID
it not beautiful?'' !
Every. especially Just now"
"Oh, but it is wonderful ut every
time." she answered impetuously. 1T
Is so blue and nmpid and transparent
that it seems as II it were continually
inviting you to plunge down to Its
very depths. l love it. love the wa.
ter" And she dipped her bare arms
in the silvery ripples that knocked
softly against the sides Of the boat.
Probably you are a water nymph,'
said slowly, as I watched her in awed
admiration.
Il wish were," she replied sgayly
'You know there are some here, for
this is a lake of legends and spirits
Really" I asked.
Yes, indeed. The villagers say that
just where we are now there is a whole
city buried beneath the waves because
the inhabitants refused to give hos
pitality to an old beggar, who was
really a disguised fairy. When the
moon is full the cocks in the sub.
merged village crow at the bottom OF
the lake and the church bells ring as
If for mass. Listen, listen! Can't you
hear something now like the soft, dis
tant ringing of bells?"
She leaned over the side of the boat
as If listening to something below the
waves, even as she smiled at her own
fancying.
did you hear anything?" she re.
peated.
stopped rowing and knelt obedient-
~ beside her, SO near that our two
heads almost touched. To have re-
NAMED there I would have sworn and
believed anything she chose, and in
deed it did seem to me that heard q
vague, delicious, dream music.
Perhaps it was nothing more than
the beating OF my heart, for it was
throbbing violently to be so near to
the beautiful princess with the golden
hair and the wonderful eyes. The soft
odor Of the cyclamen blossoms was
intoxicating.
!! 'Hush,," she whispered, with s:pys-
ferrous air, laying her finger on her
rosy lips, "the fairy of the lake is
calling u.s."
In the silence of the night floated a
distant sound OF hunting horn. It
was easy to believe that it came from
below the water.
:, ."Oh, dear, no." she cried, laughing
at the sight Of my credulous face and
wide open eyes. I'm afraid we can't
make it anything more than it is,
after ALL"
mot at ALL" I exclaimed, fervently.
You are the fairy of the lake, and
you can lend to it any enchantment
that you please! It becomes imme.
diately all that you say"
She laughed merrily again and l
bent to my oars, SO that we soon
reached the boathouse below the viii.
lows. Through the vista in the trees
caught sight Of an elegant villa, the
turrets cleaning in the moonlight.
Suddenly a dark form emerged from
the wide balcony and thin voice
called:
Nadia, Nadia! You must come in
now. You will certainly catch cold
1T is my aunt murmured Nadia:
Il don't know about my catching cold,
but I am sure to catch a scolding ii
l do not hurry. Thanks, and good
night. Will you be so good as to
fasten the boat again? Since you are
not boatman, cannot pay for my
passage, but I am anxious to clear
my debt +
She appeared to think for q mo.
ment. and then, abruptly pulling the
cyclamen blossoms from her belt, she
tossed them to me, crying:
Farewell! Keep these flowers in
memory of the fairy Of the lake!"
s The next moment she had disap.
'peared beneath the dark shadows Of
the trees, and never saw her again.
From the German, in N. Y. Sun.
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