Evening star., 1922-12-10
THANKS AMERICANS.
Rumanian Girl 8 Letter Con.
tains Fanciful Tale.

MISS DoRoTHEA CAMPBELL. in
AV1 charge of correspondence from
the junior members Of the Red
Cross all over the world. has received
a letter containing an interesting lit
tie story written by Sevastia Dimit-
rescu. little Rumanian girl, and sent
to the girls in a class of an American
school.
Little Scvastia. who heads her let
ter as Greetings to the noble Ameri-
can children" Is in class 3 Of the
normal school, Mfhail Sturdza. which
includes in its classes children of high
school age as we'll as those in the
more advanced classes who are study
ing to be teachers The school is at
Iassy. Rumania.
Sevastia is one Of the children who
could not have gone to school If the
American juniors had not provided
some scholarships with part of their
and money to go to school and get
educational advantages. The little
girls and boys in America provided
both. and she is deeply grateful for
their help, as can be seen in her let
ter
The story she tells in this letter is
of the type used in the folklore of
Rumania. but is especially interest
ing because of the originality of the
subject itself Sevastia says:
Dearest Children: You have magic
trumpets whose sounds reach our dis
tant country and the music that we
hear is purer than any other.
well. I will tell you story whilst
the sound of your sweet music still
rings in my ears. cradling me in
waves Of blissful happiness.
Tn a beautiful and rich country
surrounded by mighty mountains
stood an old castle: on its towers of
black marble the suns rays were
playing idly. Old oak trees. which
knew the history of that old castle,
dow. A child was gazing out through
the shaded window panes a child
whose golden curls fitted across its
white forehead in the cool breeze.
long eyelashes and followed the slow
gliding form of a white cloud across
the blue sky.
THE tired sun had gone to rest and
night was creeping over the world
The little child stole out of the castle
and walked toward a lake Oh the
waters Of which foated a golden boat.
The little girl for it was little girl)
raised the anchor and threw 1t into
the bottom Of the boat. which dis
appeared on the quiet waters OF the
lake. leaving a slow eddy creeping
gliding swiftly across the water Civ
ing the inquisitive fishes glimpse
OF the fair rover and. as II drawn
by the beauty of the child. host Of
angels floated down into the boat:
"At first the little maiden looked
ing with all her might. The angels
tuned their harps, then started a
beautiful concert, which drifted to-
ward the old castle, casting spell
over all the flowers. and everything
went to sleep.
THE little maiden had stopped
rowing and was gently swaying with
the motion of the boat. which seemed
to be driven on by the moonbeams.
which cast wondering glances into
the darkness as if wanting to dis
cover the mysteries of the night. A
gentle breeze had arisen. toying with
the slumbering maiden's long lashes.
Slowly she fell into a deep sleep. The
angels covered her up TO shelter her
from the dew and then spread sail
which had been woven by tiny spi-
ders. and slowly they rose heaven
ward.
when they were near Neptune
they lost themselves in a wonderful
garden in which many strange things
spread themselves out to the gaze OF
the little girl. There were paths of
purple marble. winding their way
,
roses and evergreen. There were
some white lilies where the angels
deposited their little burden. rorer-
ins her limbs in beautiful blue gar
den. and the little maiden slumbered
peacefully on. Slowly the garden
filled with angels. who were eager
10 see the little girls beauty. Their
long robes roated in the breeze and
beautiful black and golden curls COW
cred their necks and shoulders One
of the angels touched the maiden's
hand with a blue flower and she
awoke and ran happily in their midst.
The angles. picking her up. kissed
her, saving. Dear little child, we
will show you the beauties OF this
garden With this they drifted along
the marble paths.
"a sweet scent arose from the
flowers and lost itself in tiny brook
in which lived many golden fishes and
green reptiles. The grass which was
growing under the trees seemed to
be made of silk and the birds twit-
tered happily among the thick foliage.
The angels entered crystal place
with golden tur-ets glittering in the
sun. The little maiden wondered at
all this beauty. They were in round
hall, in the middle of which was a
pool, the clear waters OF which Tapped
against the marble sides. On the
walls were hung the most beautiful
pictures which We're mirrored in the
limpid waters. There were three
wide windows through which stream