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Chapter NumberIV
Chapter TitleTHE QUEEN'S STORY.
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20290480
Full Date1891-02-28
Page Number409
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Word Count1533
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Newspaper TitleThe Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 - 1939)
Trove TitleThe Magic Rose: A Story of Fact and Fancy
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CHILDRENS CORNER

The Magic Rose. A STORY OF FACT AND FANCY [WRITTEN FOR THE QUEENSLANDER.]

(Continued from last week!) CHAPTER IV.—THE QUEEN'S STORY.

BY H.M. GARRAWAY (A.N.C.).

"It is now thirty years Ago since I was married to my dear husband, who was king of the Isles of Innocence, which are far, far from hence. and where we reigned in perfect

happiness, beloved and honoured by all dor dear subjects. The fairies themselves, many of whon dwelt within oar peaeefal kingdom, were our moat eheriehed friends, and were always ready to do all in their power to increase, if possible, oar happiness all save one, and she was so ill-disposed that every one dreaded and shunned her. She was named Evilla. When oar lovely baby boy was bora there were, of coarse, great rejoicings. I was young and romantic, and I decided to call him Silvio, a name which I thought both poetical andpretti. The night before the christening day Evilla appeared at my bedside and said abruptly: > 11 I wish your son to be called Oorf.' Gorf! Imagine my scornful indignation t " 'Do yon refuse?' she snarled threaten ingly. *" i "'I do ratal*' I*«W boldly. «My son shall never be doomed to go through life with such a name.' "'Spell it baokwards,' was all she replied, and, aooordingly, after a minute's consideration I said' Frog!' '• • You have now doomed your preciouß brat to what you will find worse than the nsme«of Oorf, 1 she chuckled, and immediately vanished, whilst I swooned away with fear and horror it her menacing words. "The following morning I related what h*d occurred to the king and all the household, but they merely thought I had suffered from nightmare, though I was positive it had all been only too real. However, the grand christening took place, my darling boy received the name of Silvio, and all went well. The peaoeful, happy years sped swiftly on and my son grew into manhood, and was acknow ledged by every one to be as good as he was handsome and accomplished. When his 21st birthday was approaching great preparations were made to celebrate it. The day dawned, the gaests arrived, and after luncheon healths were drunk and fine speeches made in honour of the hero of the day. Silvio sprang to his feet to express his thanks and pleasure. Every sound was hushed as he opened his lips, bat Instead of the expected tones of his dear young voioe, all we heard was the harsh croak of a frog, and then and there before our gaze his tall, handsome form changed into that of a huge hideous yellow-green frog. Grief, for a time, drove me mad, I think, and for many weeks I knew nothing of what was happening around me. When I recovered sense and consciousness, I learnt that my dear husband had died from the shock of that awful day, and found that I myself, with my Silvio, and the ladies and gentlemen t of the

court had beeti transported hither, meta nMq>keMd-aiyott:h»ve s*eS*. JBhe> gentlemen who shared the fate of their prince dwell in; another oavern adjoining this. Wheji we realised our position we were overwhelmed j with despair. There seemed no way of escape | from the enchantment. One day, however, we) were startled by a noise like thunder, and) through, the cater wall there entered the fairy, Benevohna, who used often to visit Isles of' t&ottmil I threw* myteir at Her Weti pasiiionately beseeching her aid. In kind and I pitying tones she bade me rise, saying: , •••Dear queen, believe me, I will do all that! lief in my power, bqt thai, alas J is ve,ry little.) The spells of Evilk are too strong for me w overeome^. Btrt, take comfort, I- bring you hop*.' Th* good faiiy thea>went on to tell vac that ever siooe flilno's birthday she had been continually studying the surface of her magic lake of ootting events in <h* fcope of disoover ing the promiae. of fntqre .release for uf. H was not until the daj before tha* she bad foon4 we wen destined to be set free. Al

?•(? •?•: - -: . ?'•?, I. A.fj a ,;.iT .. , : <•: • ?;• • ??????' i>. :•; •..-.•.,.: !.• ,i -.(if .;•/ •*? '? f • •/'.; :h>:> U . ; ;f BeaeTolina's word* f w«pf W>4 #>*• fully faltered my thanks. ..-..,}.„ : "'Nay, do not thank me,' sb« Mid,'l K*te no power to b«»k the 1 om*.onlytell jrou what I read jDmj kke. Ypu innst.know,' the fairy continued, 'that this laky of nlihe reflect* none of the sorronnding osjepta; l>at I have the power, to cause «onajng' eyentf oast their shadow* on its aurf«oe. Tfn years, I have discovered; mv^ first elapse; ihen will a young maiden, lovely and aoaiafcle, though humbly bora, ooine to dwell gear, the strean which flows past tbjs cayf m? This fair male it is who is destined to set you free* As, 1 may. not see you a^ajn W««SP 4t* nd ™ time of your relefse^l^wm gpr* you all neoeaaaCT uistruetioi^ tor thf fart yofl aiijto iaJo* in. the affair.' : ' -Xt'K t ' " Benevolina the* QW^me |biae gtfM « ait tpe In wha^ I thool<J_haye .&.P^rfoWo, at ftu same time explaining the nte r Ws* 16 Jroake a *' »The first,' »^i* said,'»,». oTock.. %fcMh * i the next ten years of your imprtsomnint in tl <

L \ rr * - «wn will remain silent. At the expiration V "xA that time you will hear it give seven load l\ v oUar strokes of its own accord. Ton must then - ,~twe my second gift—a small mirror, in which .' .you will behold the maiden I told yon of amidst ' the scenes and surroundings of her daily life, ' whatever they may be at the time of the dock's striking. For six months, three times a day, will the clock strike, and you mußt never fail to look at the mirror as the seventh stroke sounds, when the different scenes taking place at that time will appear for about two minutes —and sad enough moat of them will be, I fear, for the maiden's life will be one of constant j drudgery and unhappiness. When the six | months have passed by the clock will strike as usual. The first and second time the mirror will show yon the maiden wherever she may be, bat when, the third time, you look as usual in the mirror, no reflection will appear. By this yon will know that the time has arrived for yon to use my third gift, the whistle. Tou must rsp thrice with it on the golden wall cf the upper end of the hall, whioh will open with a loua noise. Then yon must blow the whistle twice, upon which a boat will appear drawn by six' of the gentlemen of your court who have bean turned into frogs (and who I will presently instruct in all th?y have to do). When yon have entered the boat the door will close behind {od in the cliff-side, to be opened on your return y the. same method as before. Two furoloaka will be placed in readiness in the boat, one for yourself, the other for the maiden who will return with yon. Ton will next be drawn fcr some distanoe up the creek to a certain spot, where the boat will be moored to the bank, and you will be left alone. Ton mast then step •shore, and oall the maiden by her name.' Benevolina then told me the maiden's name, bade me farewell, and disappeared, leaving*witfi ma her three gifts to be used at the end of the tan terrible years." Gillian sat speechless. ?>• "Gillian!" exclaimed the lizard-queen, "do yon not understand 1 You are the maiden who will release as from this terrible enohantment. You, alone, have the power to do this. I beseech yon to use it soon, and set as free." The queen clasped her hands in passionate entreaty, while tears, stood in her round, black, lisard eyes. Poor Gillian burst into tears, and sobbed out, " Oh, what shall $do? There must be some dreadful mistake: I can't be the Gillian the fairy meant. I have no power to do anything at atf." When the queerk saw the poor little maiden's 'deep distress she quietly dried her own, ayes, and, speaking in her usual bright, kindly way, said: *• Hash, dear one, hash. All will yet be well. I atti convinced that yon havb the power, though it is unknown to yourself. Now let me wipe the tears from;mese sweet eyes, whioh have shed far too many of 'late,. and we will pay my poor Silvio, a vistt,, CnHDf." , So saying the queen affectionately led Gillian by the nand towards another part of the vast glittering cavern. ;" I |WILL m OONCLOMU) K>XT WBBK.J j

QLETOUKD BAY STAtUON FREEDOIT. Winner at breat Yorkahije 81ww. j fSeeiVe^iMJ

CHAMPION QLSSYE&AND BAY YEAHLING FILLY BELLADONNA. Wjmer 1* Orf»t YorkAire Show, 1890. [Bee page 405.]