'THE UNSELFISH MERMAID' (_continued_)
What then?--the saddest things are sweet.
_The Boy Musician._
The spinning-wheel fairy stopped for a moment.
'Oh, go on, go on, please,' said the two little girls. 'It is so
interesting, and it has been just as you said; we have seen the pictures
of it all gliding before us, as the thread passed through our fingers.
Do go on, dear fairy; it must be that Emerald had caught the little
girl.'
'Yes,' the fairy continued, 'so it was. Small wonder that her rescuer
could not find the child. She was lying safe, though as yet unconscious,
in the mermaid's arms, the golden chain thrown round Emerald's own neck,
for she had found it when she stooped to take up the baby. As yet the
sea-maiden scarcely realised what she had done, in yielding to the
impulse of hiding the child from her friends. And it was not till they
had left the spot, in the vain hope that the little creature might have
drifted farther down the coast, that Emerald dared to breathe freely,
and think over what had happened. By this time her little
"treasure-trove" had half opened her eyes, and murmured some baby words,
for, after all, she had been but momentarily under the water. Emerald
had no difficulty in soothing her, and in a minute or two the little
girl sank into a sweet and natural slumber. Then, without giving herself
time to think, her new nurse, drawing out a tiny phial, without which no
mermaid is allowed to swim to the surface, poured out of it a few drops
of a precious liquid, with which she anointed the baby's face and lips.
This liquid has the magic power of enabling a human being to live under
water without injury, and of restoring to life those on whose behalf all
the science of the landsmen would be exerted in vain.
'"Now, my darling," she whispered to herself, "you are safe, and you
belong to me. I can carry you down to our beautiful home, for it must be
that you are meant for me, and the jewel, which your little hands flung
before you, is the gift that I was to seek for our princess."
'And so saying, though casting cautious glances on all sides, she swam
rapidly away till she reached the rocky islet where she had parted from
her sisters. There, being well out of sight of the shore, she rested for
a time. No one as yet but herself had reached the meeting-place, which
Emerald by no means regretted. She wished to have the pride and pleasure
of exhibiting her treasures down below to all the mermaids who were
joining in the gift to the princess, when they assembled together to
hear the result of the expedition. Possibly, too, at the very bottom of
her heart there may have been hidden some little misgiving as to her
right to carry away the child, and she may have dreaded her elder
sisters' opinion as to this. As regarded the golden necklet, her
conscience was quite at rest, for before leaving the shore she had
placed there some of the rare shells and pearls which the sea-folk knew
to be so highly valued on land, that they were ample payment for
anything they might carry off with them from the upper country.
'Now, rapidly, she made her way homewards, seeking her own little bower
at once, and there, on her couch, she laid the still sleeping child;
then drawing from her own neck the beautiful chain, she sought about for
the prettiest shell she could find, in which to lay it ready for the
princess's acceptance.
'Before very long she heard the voices of her sisters and friends
returning; she hastened out to meet them. Her eldest sister gave an
exclamation of pleasure as soon as she caught sight of her.
'"Oh, Emerald," she cried, "I am so glad to see you. We couldn't help
feeling a little anxious at not finding you on the rock; it seems you
did not enjoy your visit to the surface, as you hastened back so soon."
'"That was not my reason for returning so quickly," said Emerald, with a
smile. "I found what I sought"--"and more too," she added to herself in
a low voice--"so there was no reason for delay. See, sisters, and all of
you, what I have found. Could anything be prettier or rarer as a gift to
our princess?"
'Her companions crowded round her eagerly, and all united in admiring
and approving of the beautiful gold ornament.
'"And you shall have the full credit of having found it, little
Emerald," they said; "but for you we should have been sadly
discouraged."
'For they had returned either empty-handed, or at best bringing trifles,
scarcely worth offering to the princess.
'The chain was carefully put away till the next day, when it was to be
presented, and then the little crowd dispersed, which Emerald was glad
of, as she was anxious to confide to her most trusted sister the secret
of the _living_ treasure which she had hidden in her bower.
'The elder mermaid looked at the sleeping child with startled eyes.
'"Emerald," she exclaimed, "you did not steal her surely?"
'"No, no," the little mermaid replied, "she fell almost into my
arms--but for me she would have lost her life; she is mine, my very own,
and I do not pity her people for losing her; they should have taken more
care of the little darling."
'Just then the baby awoke and gazed about her in surprise. Then her
little face puckered up for a cry at the strangeness of everything she
saw, but before she had time to utter it Emerald caught her in her arms.
'"My sweet," she said, and the child looked up at once at the sound of
the lovely voice, "my sweet, you must not cry, I have so many pretty
things to show you. You shall be quite safe and happy here with us in
the beautiful sea."
'The little girl looked up at her, and a smile gradually broke over her
face.
'"Show me the pretty things," she said, "and then, then you will take me
home, kind lady, won't you? home to brother and nurse and mamma--they
will cry if baby doesn't come soon."
'Her sister glanced at Emerald as she heard these words, but the younger
mermaid would not see the glance.
'"Baby shall see all the beautiful things now at once," she replied;
"she shall catch the little fishes in her hands as they swim past, and
gather the pretty sea-flowers and pick up shells, such as you have never
seen. And I will sing songs to baby, such pretty ones." The little
creature smiled again.
'"Baby would like that," she whispered. "Baby will take the pretty
flowers and shells home to show brother and nurse."
'"Yes, yes," said Emerald hastily, "baby is going to be such a happy
little girl," and then, taking her hand, she led her away to the
sea-gardens round the palace, amusing her so well, and singing to her
when she grew tired, that at first it seemed as if all thought of her
home and former life would soon fade from her infant memory.
'And thus things went on for some little time. While the child was happy
and merry, she seldom spoke of returning to the upper world; but if
anything crossed her baby wishes, or at night when she grew sleepy, her
cry was sure to be again, "Oh please, kind lady, take me home."
'Then Emerald would rock her in her arms, and sing to her the wonderful
songs of the mermaidens, so strange and lovely that the child seemed
bewitched by them, and her little face would lose all look of distress.
And when this happened, Emerald's spirits rose again and she would
murmur to herself, "My darling is growing quite happy and contented. I
shall never need to part with her. The upper world would seem coarse and
clumsy to her now."
'The young mermaid's own character seemed quite changed by the charge of
the tiny foundling. Instead of being the first to propose new games of
play, or even mischief, she now grudged every moment that separated her
from the little human girl, and her companions often rallied her about
her devotion to her "new toy," as they called it.
'"You will get tired of her after a while," they said, laughing. "You
are too young to make yourself into such a mother-slave to her. Why, no
one would know you for the same maiden!"
'But Emerald only smiled in return.
'"I shall never get tired of her," she said; "she is my own
treasure-trove."
'Nevertheless, during all this time some misgiving, low down in her
heart or conscience, made her keep away from the aged sea-lady, who had
often in time past reproved her for her thoughtlessness. Why she did so
she excused to herself by saying she had no leisure now for anything but
care for the little girl.
"And the great-grandmother could not but be pleased if she knew how my
time is spent," she would say to herself; "she was always the one to
tell me to be of use to others and to be more sedate, and I am certainly
now following her counsel." Yet notwithstanding these assurances to
herself, she took care that in their playing and gambolling she and the
baby should keep away from the cave where dwelt the aged grand-dame.
'So time went on. It passes perhaps more quickly, or its passing is less
noticed, down in the under-world of the ocean, than with the dwellers on
the land. It seemed to Emerald but a few days since the coming of her
little pet, when her happy belief that all was right received a sudden
blow. Baby was growing big now, for nearly as much of her life had by
this time been spent in the sea as on land, and Emerald had fondly hoped
that all remembrance of her own home had faded from the child's mind.
The princess arrived one day on a visit to her parents. Emerald had
always been a favourite of hers, and meeting her playing in the palace
gardens with her little charge, she stopped to speak to them.
'"Ah, Emerald," she said, "so this is the pretty child you saved? I have
heard of her. How well you have treasured her, and I, too, have been
careful of _my_ treasure." She touched the long golden chain hanging
round her neck as she spoke, and playfully tossed it towards the little
girl, who caught it, laughing. But as she looked more closely at the
golden links in her fingers, a change came over her little face; it grew
troubled, and Emerald, fearful lest she should begin to cry, made some
excuse to the princess and carried her away, talking merrily as they
went. But the child's face did not clear.
'"Emerald," she said, for by this time she could talk quite perfectly,
"something has come back to me. I remember that pretty chain. I threw it
into the water, when brother was running after me. Oh, Emerald, I want
to go home to him and the others. You may come too, dear Emerald, but I
must go home."
'Her words sent a thrill of fear through the heart of her young
sea-mother.
'"Oh, baby darling," she said, "what has put such fancies in your little
head? Are you not happy with Emerald and all your pretty toys and games?
Emerald cannot go away from her own country, and she would be too
miserable without you. And you--you would cry sadly at night, if she was
not there to sing you to sleep."
'And the trouble on the mermaiden's face, as she spoke thus, grieved the
little girl, for she had a tender heart. She gently stroked Emerald's
cheeks, and said no more for the time. But from that moment, ever and
anon, there crept into her soft blue eyes the strange, sad, far-away
look which told that the charm was broken. She was pining for her own
race and her own land.
'Emerald tried not to see it, tried to persuade herself that the child
would be miserable away from the sea country, that it would be cruel to
the little creature herself to restore her to her friends. Gradually,
however, it became impossible to go on deceiving herself. Baby grew
thin and pale--every one noticed it. Though gentle and tender as ever to
her mermaid nurse, it was rarely now that her voice was heard in
laughter or glee; and her smiles were even sadder than the wistfulness
in her face.
'But all this time, though Emerald knew it not, her aged friend had kept
watch over her and her new experience; and one day there came a message,
bidding her go to the grand-dame's cave, as she had something to say to
her. This was a summons no young mermaid would have dared to disobey,
and so, holding the little girl as usual by the hand, she made her way
thither.
'Her old friend looked at her earnestly.
'"It is long since you have been to see me, my child," she said, "and
this is your little charge."
'She drew the little girl towards her as she spoke, and kissed her.
'"Are you happy with Emerald?" she asked her gently. The child's pale
face flushed deeply.
'"Emerald is very good to me," she replied, "and sometimes I am very
happy, but I have a pain here," and she touched her heart. "I want to go
home, I want to see brother and mamma and nurse again; until I do, the
pain won't go away."
'"It will get better soon, I think," said the sea lady, and then she
drew the child's attention to a charming rockery in one corner of her
cave, so that she could speak to Emerald without being heard.
'"You have known this, I fear," she began. "You are not doing right, my
child, and your own heart must tell you so."
'Emerald hung her head.
'"You told me," she said, "you told me not to live for myself, but for
the service of others--have I not been doing so?"
'"You did well," was the reply, "in saving the child's life, and since
then you might have had other chances of the same kind, but you have
never returned to the upper world to seek for them. You have yielded to
the pleasure to yourself, of giving all your time to her, forgetting or
refusing to believe that you have no right to her. She is neither of our
race nor blood--think of the bitter tears that must have been shed for
her by her own people. See now--now that she is growing older and nature
is speaking to her--the suffering that is beginning for herself. No
child's face should look as hers does."
'It was enough. Emerald threw herself at her old friend's feet in
deepest repentance.
'"It is all true," she cried; "I see it now, and indeed I knew it
before, but I would not let myself think of it. I will take baby back to
her home--now, at once, before my courage fails me."
'And the little girl, hearing the distress in her dear Emerald's voice,
ran forward.
'"What is it," she said; "is the lady angry with you?"
'"No, no," was the reply, "I am very pleased with Emerald; and now, my
little girl, the pain at your heart will go. Emerald is going to take
you home, home to your mother and your brother, and you will be very
happy."
'"But Emerald will come too?" asked the little girl; for though her face
grew rosy with delight, her heart misgave her for her mermaid friend.
'Emerald drew her towards her and kissed her fondly.
'"My darling," she whispered, "I will carry you home myself, but I could
not stay in your country."
'"And shall I never see you again, then?" asked the little girl sadly.
'"I cannot say," Emerald replied; "but sometimes, if I may, I will come
to the edge of the beautiful garden where is your home, and sing softly,
so that you will know I am there. But this must be a secret between you
and me. And now," she went on, "there is no time to lose; clasp your
arms tightly round my neck, my little one, for we have a long way to
go."
'Their old friend smiled in approval.
'"Sing to her, my child," she murmured, "it will lull her to sleep and
save her the pain of parting from you. The sun is still high in the
heavens, it will be still full daylight when you reach the upper world.
Lay her on the grass near the spot where you found her and kiss her on
the brow. But do not linger yourself; she will wake to full remembrance
of her life before she came to you, and all will be well."'
* * * * *
With these words the spinning-wheel fairy's voice ceased, but Hildegarde
and Leonore did not move or speak for some moments. Then they raised
their heads and gazed at their kind friend. 'Oh, thank you, thank you,'
they said, 'for the story and the pictures; we couldn't look up at
first, for we saw something more than you had told us. Almost the
loveliest pictures of all came at the end.'
'There was one,' said Hildegarde, 'of the baby running to her mother in
the garden, and the little brother came too, and they knew her again in
a moment, though she had been so long away--oh, it was beautiful!'
'And,' added Leonore, 'the last of all nearly made me cry. The baby had
grown quite big and was standing near the water's edge. Emerald had been
singing to her, and just for one moment we saw her face--so sad, but so
sweet. Oh, how I should love to have a mermaid friend.'
But even as she spoke, her voice grew drowsy. She knew the
spinning-wheel fairy was smiling at her and Hildegarde, and they both
felt her gently releasing the rainbow thread from their fingers, but
after that they knew no more, till a sound of tapping woke them up.
It was Amalia, knocking at the door of the blue-silk room; and when they
opened their eyes, there they were, lying on the soft fleecy rug in
front of the fire, as if they had never moved the whole afternoon.
'What a nice little sleep you have had, young ladies,' said the maid;
'and now coffee is waiting in the drawing-room, and the Baroness has
sent me to fetch you. There is good news for you, too; the snow has
ceased falling and the wind has gone down. Old Rudolph says we shall
probably have nice clear frost now, and he is talking of getting the
pond ready for you to skate.'
'It will be nice to be able to go out again,' said Hildegarde to Leonore
with a smile, 'especially as we have no more nuts to crack.'
'Yes,' said Leonore with a sigh; 'but some day, Hildegarde, surely
_some_ day, the dear fairy will send for us again. Don't you think so?'
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