Part 12 (1/2)

She smiled into his eyes.

”Trouble when one's young is hard enough to bear,” she said when she had told all her story. ”I've had quite enough to last me all my life.”

”Your woes are ended now and a happy life lies before you,” said the prince. ”Our wedding shall be celebrated at once.”

THE LITTLE MAID WHO WAS WISE

_The Story of a Robber Who was Outwitted_

Long ago there lived a merchant who had three daughters. Every year at a certain day of a certain month he went away to a distant city to collect money on an account. His wife and daughters remained at home, and all went well until one sad day the wife died. That year the merchant looked forward to his journey with dread for he would have to leave his daughters alone.

”I cannot bear to go away,” he said to them. ”My heart is filled with fear lest some evil may befall you during my absence.”

He worried about the matter night and day. The business was most important and there was no one whom he could send to transact it for him.

However, the question of leaving three such pretty girls unprotected was a thing not to be regarded lightly.

”Do not be afraid to leave us, dear father,” said his daughters.

”Nothing will harm us while you are away.”

”How do you know?” asked their father. ”I am older and wiser than you are and I know that there are many evils which might come upon you.

There are many bold thieves in this city, for instance, who would be only too ready to take advantage of my absence and rob my home of all I possess.”

”We can lock ourselves securely in the house and not let any one enter,” said the three daughters.

”Be sure that you admit no one,” commanded the merchant.

They gave him their promise and he started on his journey.

Nevertheless, he went with an anxious heart.

Now, outside this city there was a band of bold robbers. The captain of the band had watched the merchant's departure, and when he was safely away the thief dressed himself in the disguise of an old beggar.

When it was evening he led his band into a nearby street and in his disguise approached the merchant's house. He knocked at the door.

”Have pity upon a poor unfortunate one!” he called out. ”It is raining outside, and no one with mercy in his heart could turn away one who begs shelter from the storm. Let me enter, I pray you, to pa.s.s the night under your roof.”

”It's surely a terrible storm outside,” said the merchant's eldest daughter, as the wind rattled the tiles of the roof and the rain beat in torrents against the doors and windows. ”I think we ought to take pity on a poor beggar a night like this.”

The second daughter peeped out of the window at the beggar.

”He is old as well as poor,” she said. ”Our father has always taught us to show mercy and kindness to the aged.”

”Remember our promise to our father!” cried the youngest one. ”We gave him our word that we would admit no one. We can give this poor beggar some alms and send him away with a blessing.”

The eldest daughter frowned. ”It is not for the youngest and most childish one of us to make the plans,” she said.

The second daughter added. ”We two are older and wiser than you are.

It is for us to determine what shall be done. If we decide to show mercy to this poor beggar it is not for you to oppose it.”