The Spring-tide Of Love

: The Diamond Fairy Book

By Pleydell North (Mrs. Egerton Eastwick).





THE mists of the early twilight were falling, and Elsa, the little girl

who lived at the woodman's cottage, was still far from home. She had

wandered out in the spring sunshine in search of the bluebells and wild

anemones with which the wood abounded, for the child loved the company

of the birds and flowers better than the rough play of the boys who were
< r /> called her brothers.



The woodman and his wife said she was strange and dreamy, full of

curious fancies which they found it hard to understand; but, then, they

were not Elsa's real parents, which might account for their difficulty.

They were kind to her, however, in their fashion, and Elsa always tried

to remember to obey them; but sometimes she forgot. She had forgotten

to-day--for although the good wife had told her to remain near the

cottage, the eagerness of her search for the flowers she loved had led

her farther into the wood than she had ever been before.



The sunlight disappeared, and the darkness seemed to come quite suddenly

under the thick branches of the trees; the birds had chanted their last

evening song and gone to their nests--only a solitary thrush sang loudly

just overhead; Elsa thought it was warning her to hurry homewards. She

turned quickly, taking as she thought the direction of the cottage; but

as she was barely seven years old, and felt a little frightened, it is

not surprising that she only plunged deeper into the wood.



Now she found herself in the midst of a great silence; the beautiful

tracery of young green leaves through which she had hitherto caught

glimpses of the sky had disappeared, and over her head stretched only

bare brown branches, between which she saw the shining stars, clear as

on a frosty winter's night. The stars looked friendly, and she was glad

to see them, but it was growing dreadfully cold. The plucked flowers

withered and fell from her poor little numbed hands, and she shivered in

her thin cotton frock.



Ah! what would she not have given for a sight of the open door and the

fire in the woodman's cottage, and a basin of warm bread and milk, even

though it was given with a scolding from the woodman's wife! She

struggled on, with her poor little tired feet, for it seemed to her that

the wood was growing thinner--perhaps there might be a house hereabouts.



But, oh! how terribly cold. Now there was frost upon the ground at her

feet, frost upon dead leaves and blades of grass, frost upon the bare

tree branches. The moon had risen, and she could see that all the world

around her was white and chill and dead. Surely she had wandered back

into the cruel bitter winter, frost-bound and hard.



It was strange that she had strength to go on, but she looked up at the

stars, and thought that they were guiding her. At length she came to the

border of the wood, and there stretched before her a wide, open space,

with only a few trees scattered here and there, and through an opening

of the trees the cold moon shone down upon a white, silent house.



The house looked as dead and winter-bound as everything else; but still

it was a house, and Elsa said to herself that surely some one must

live in it. So she thanked the friendly stars for leading her aright,

and with what remaining strength she had, dragged her poor little numbed

feet up the broad path or road between the trees. At the end of the road

an iron gate hung open upon its hinges, and Elsa found herself in what

once had been a garden. Now the lawns and flower-beds were all alike one

blinding sheet of ice and frozen snow.



But, oh, joy! there was the great white house, and from one window shone

a light, surely the light of a fire. All the rest was dark. Up a flight

of stone steps the child dragged her weary feet, across a terrace that

had surely once been gay with flowers, until she stood before a huge

door, brown and black, except where the frost gleamed, closed and

barred with iron bars. The great knocker hung high above her reach; but

with her poor little hands she beat against the woodwork. Surely, if

some one did not let her in soon, she must fall down there and sleep and

die upon the step. But at the sound of her faint knocking there came

from within the deep baying of a hound, and Elsa was terrified anew, but

could not run away; then in a few moments a heavy bar seemed to be

withdrawn and the great door opened slowly.



A tall man stood within--a man in the dress of a hunter, pale-faced in

the moonlight, but strong and powerful, and wearing a long, dark beard

that reached almost to his waist. His was a figure to fill any child

with fear, but Elsa saw only the scene behind him. A great blazing wood

fire upon an open hearth, with rugs in front of it upon which were

stretched two large hounds; a third, shaking himself slowly, had

followed his master to the door. Elsa stretched out her little hands to

the blazing warmth, with the cry of a perishing child.



"Take me in--oh! take me in!" she pleaded. "Please let me come in!"



She ran forward. Then with a strange hoarse sound, that she did not

understand, the man stooped and lifted her in his arms, and carried her

forward and laid her gently down upon the rugs in the grateful warmth,

and the hounds sniffed round her and seemed well pleased, and ready to

welcome her--and--for a little while she remembered no more.



When Elsa came to herself (she thought she must have been asleep, but

the waking was a little strange and difficult) she found that she was

propped up among soft cushions still upon the rugs; the dogs now lay at

a respectful distance, each with his forepaws stretched out and his nose

held between them, while with gleaming eyes he watched with keenest

interest all that going was on.






The rough-looking man with the long, dark beard and the pale face knelt

beside her, holding a basin of warm, steaming broth. Then Elsa sat up

and tried to drink, but she was so weak with fatigue and cold that her

new friend was obliged to feed her with a spoon, which he did rather

awkwardly. After she had swallowed the broth, the warm blood flowed once

more freely through her veins, and she sank into a deep, sweet sleep,

her little head falling serenely against the stranger's breast and her

hair spreading out in golden waves over the arm that held her.



When Elsa once more opened her eyes, the cold grey light of morning fell

through the uncurtained windows into the hall. She found herself lying

on a couch covered with rugs of warm fur, at the side of the hearth,

where logs of pine wood, newly kindled, leapt and blazed, filling the

air with sweet, pungent odours.



For a while she was bewildered, wondering how she came to be there,

instead of in her little room at the woodman's cottage. Then she saw her

friend of the night before kneeling in front of the fire, evidently

preparing food, while the dogs, grouped around, sat on their haunches

with ears erect, keen and observant, watching his movements. Then Elsa

remembered; and she clapped her hands with a merry laugh, the laugh of a

happy, waking child. The man kneeling by the fire started at the sound,

and then turned his grave face towards her with a wistful expression

strange to see.



"I want to get up," said Elsa promptly. "If you please, I can wash and

dress myself; I've been taught how."



"Wait a few minutes, little lady, then you shall have all you want."



The voice sounded strangely, and the man seemed listening to its tones

as though surprised to hear himself speak. But the rough, halting

accents seemed less out of keeping with the old house than Elsa's laugh.

The dogs came and licked her hands, and she played with them until the

man rose from his place before the fire, and lifting her up bade her

come with him.



He led her to a small room off the hall, which was indeed curious in its

arrangements. A toilet-table stood there with most costly fittings;

brushes with silver and ivory handles were lying upon the faded silk; a

little pair of satin shoes had been thrown carelessly upon the floor; a

cloak of crimson satin was flung over a chair. All these things looked

as though a hand had cast them aside but yesterday--yet all were faded

and soiled, and the dust lay thick as though that yesterday had been

many years ago.



And among these relics of an unknown past the child made her simple

toilet. She had never seen such magnificence, or felt, she thought, so

sad. But when she returned to the hall ten minutes later, the sadness

was forgotten.



She looked a quaint little figure, indeed, clad in a silken wrapper

provided by her host, which trailed far behind on the ground, greatly to

her delight; her little feet were cased in dainty slippers which, small

as they were, yet were many sizes too large. In spite of misfits,

however, she contrived to walk with a stately grandeur quite amazing to

behold, until the dogs jumped and fawned upon her, when she forgot her

finery in a game of play and lost her slippers in the rug.



On the table, a breakfast was rudely spread: cold meats for the master

of the house, who fed his dogs from his own plate, while for Elsa was

provided a bowl of goat's milk and some crisp cakes, which she thought

delicious.



When the meal was over, Elsa pleaded to be allowed to do for her new

friend the household duties she had been taught to fulfil by the

woodman's wife; and soon, with the wrapper deftly pinned about her

waist, and the silken sleeves tucked up from bare and dimpled arms, she

stood before a bowl of steaming water, washing plates and dishes. Only

the table was rather high, and she was forced to stand upon a stool.



From that day a strange new life began for little Elsa.



The rough-looking man who had given her shelter seemed to be living

quite alone with his dogs. Every morning he went out with them and his

gun, apparently to hunt and shoot in the forest, for he usually returned

laden with game, which served to keep the larder stocked.



Of other kinds of provisions there seemed to be a plentiful supply on

the premises; the granaries were well stocked with corn, which the

master ground himself, while some goats tethered in the outhouses gave a

sufficient quantity of milk for the daily needs of the little household.



Of Elsa's return to the woodman's cottage there seemed to be no

question. She was terrified at the thought of being again lost in the

wood, and pleaded hard to remain with her new friend, who, on his side,

was equally loth to part with her.






Soon, having learned many useful ways from the woodman's wife, she

became a clever little housekeeper, and could make a good stew, while

Ulric, as the master of the house bade her call him, was out with his

dogs in the forest, though now only two of the hounds accompanied him in

his expeditions; one was always left as Elsa's companion and guardian.

Then, too, she could milk and feed the goats, and keep the house-place

clean and tidy. But all the day was not given to such work as this.



When Ulric had returned, and they had dined together, he would bring the

great carved wooden chair with the huge back up to the fire, and Elsa

would fetch a stool to his side and busy herself with needle and thread,

while he told her strange stories; or sometimes he would fetch a

ponderous volume from a library the house contained and read, either to

himself or aloud to her, such things as she could understand.



Now, if you wonder where Elsa found the needle and thread which I have

mentioned, I must tell you that Ulric had given her a little work-basket

neatly fitted, but the silk lining of which was much faded, and some of

the needles were rusty. There was in it also a golden thimble, which

Elsa found a little too large.



And as for the clothes she worked at, one day he brought her a quantity

of beautiful garments, some of silk and satin, and some of fine cloth,

and in these, having nothing of her own but her one poor little cotton

frock, the child managed to dress herself, till she looked like a quaint

little fairy princess. Her stitches were awkward and badly done at

first, but as time went on, instinct helped her small knowledge, and she

grew handy with her needle.



When she was cooking and feeding the goats, she wore a woollen

petticoat and an apron, a costume more suited to the occasion.






In the evenings Ulric taught her many things: to read and to write, and

even to speak in strange languages, so that her education was by no

means neglected. He let her wander over the great mansion where she

would, and showed her many of the rooms himself. All bore signs of

having been used quite recently, and yet a long time ago. Dust was thick

everywhere, and soon Elsa grew to understand that the dust must remain

and accumulate; no hand was to be allowed to touch anything in that

strange, silent house beyond the hall and the little room which Ulric

had arranged for her sleeping apartment. One part of the mansion,

however, she never penetrated. At the end of a long passage hung a heavy

velvet curtain, and behind this was a door, always securely locked. Only

Ulric passed beyond it, at stated times, and when he returned from these

visits he was more than usually sad for many hours.



The weeks slipped into months, and Elsa dwelt on in this strange home.

Every day at first she looked eagerly for the breaking of the frost--for

the promise of the sunshine and flowers she had left behind her in the

wood. But the spring never came. The bitter cold and the frost

continued, and in time the child's heart must have frozen too, but for

the strong, warm love which had sprung up within it for Ulric.



Old and thoughtful she grew, beyond her years, but never unhappy. Ulric

needed her, was glad of her presence; she could minister to his wants

and brighten his sad life.



So Ulric's love grew more to her than the flowers and sunshine of the

outer world; to think of leaving him now would break her heart, but she

wondered often over the mystery that shadowed his life and hers. And

the months grew to years, and Elsa was twelve years old.



Then one evening Ulric came in from one of his visits to the closed

chamber, more sad and thoughtful even than usual, and taking Elsa's hand

in his, bade her sit beside him for a little while and put aside her

work. She came obediently, looking anxiously into his face.



"Little Elsa," he said, "I have counted the time, and it is now five

years since you came to me. You told me then you were seven years old,

now you are therefore twelve, and will soon be growing into a maiden.

The time has come----"



Instinctively the child clasped his hand closer.



"Not to part us, father?" (for so she had learned to call him.)



"That, my child, must rest with you."



"Then it is soon settled," said Elsa, trying to laugh, "for I will never

leave you."



Something like the light of hope shone in the man's clouded eyes--eyes

in which Elsa had never seen a smile, although his lips had smiled at

her often.



"Listen," he said; "before you speak rash words, I must tell you all.

Then you shall decide.



"It is a little more than eleven years since the curse fell upon me. I

was a hard man then, Elsa--hard and cruel and strong--it was my boast

that I never forgave a debt, or pardoned an enemy.



"I had married a young and beautiful wife, and her I loved passionately,

but in my own hard and selfish fashion. Often I refused to heed even

her gentle pleadings for the suffering, the sinful, and the poor. And we

had one child--a girl--then only a few months old.



"It was a New Year's Eve that I decided upon giving a great

entertainment to all the country round. I did it for my own

glorification. Among the rich I was disliked, but tolerated on account

of my position; by the poor far and wide I was feared and hated.



"Every one invited came to my ball. My wife looked exquisitely lovely,

more lovely I thought than on our bridal day--everything ministered to

my pride and satisfaction.



"We had mustered here, here in this hall, to drink the health of the

dying year and welcome the incoming of the new, when above the sounds of

laughter and good cheer was heard from without a pitiful, feeble

wail--the wail of a child in pain. That feeble cry rang then above every

other sound--it rings in my heart still.



"Before I could interfere, my wife, with her own hands, had flung wide

the great barred door, and I saw a sight which I alone could explain.



"Upon the step was huddled a woman, with a child in her arms. A man,

gaunt and hunger-stricken, towered behind her in the darkness; two other

children clung to her, shivering and weeping. We were in the midst of

the cruel, bitter winter; the earth was frost-bound, hard and cold, even

as now. That day I had given orders that these people, poor and starving

as they were, should be turned from their home. The man I had suspected

of being a poacher, and he was doing no work--a good-for-nothing--but

she, my wife, had pleaded for them that I would wait, at least, until

the summer. Now she bent down to that poor creature on the step, who was

striving to nurse and warm her babe in her chill arms, and whispered

something--I guessed it was a promise of shelter.






"In my fierce pride and anger I laid my hand upon her arm, and with a

strong grip drew her back--then without a word I closed the door and

barred it. But within there was no more laughter. A voice rose upon the

still night air--the sound of a bitter curse--a curse that should rest

upon me and mine, the chill of winter and of death, of pitiless

desolation and remorse, until human love should win me back to human

pity and God's forgiveness.



"One by one, with cold good-nights, my guests departed. My wife stole

away to her own apartments without a word; upon her arm I saw the mark

of my cruel hand.



"In the morning the curse had fallen. The woman I had turned away had

been found at my gates, dead, her child still clasped to her breast.



"The servants fled and left me alone, taking with them our child; my

wife--that night--she, too--died--to me."



The man's head drooped upon his hands. For a moment there was silence in

the hall.



Elsa stood--her child's heart grieved at the terrible story, her whole

nature sorrowing, pitiful, shocked.



Presently Ulric recovered himself and continued: "Now, Elsa, you know

all. My child, if you will return to the world and leave me to work out

my fate, you shall not go penniless. I have wealth. For your sake I will

venture once more among the haunts of men and see you placed in a safe

home, then--I will try to forget. It is right that you should shrink."



"Father, dear father, I love you--you are sorry--I will not leave

you--do not send me away."



A look almost of rapture changed the worn and tear-stained face of the

man who had owned his sin--and the child's arms closed once more around

his neck, and her golden head nestled to his breast. A few minutes later

he led her to the closed chamber. Together they passed beyond it, and

Elsa found herself standing in a richly furnished room.



Near a window was a couch covered with dark velvet, and upon the couch a

figure lay stretched as if in quiet, death-like sleep, or carved in

marble. The figure was that of a young and very fair woman. Her dress of

white satin had yellowed with time; her hands were clasped upon her

breast as though in prayer; her golden hair lay unbound upon the pillow.



"It is fitting now," said Ulric, "that you should come here."



Softly Elsa advanced. She stood beside the couch, gazing down upon the

still, white face, so sweet in its settled grief, but which in this long

silence seemed to have lost its first youth. Elsa bent lower, lower.

What new instinct filled her warm, young heart, and made her speak?



"Mother, awake!" she said. "Mother!" and kissed the cold, quiet lips.



Was it a ray of sunlight that stole through the open window and trembled

upon the mouth, curving it into a smile? Slowly the dark eyes opened and

rested with a look of ineffable love upon Elsa's face.



And so the curse and the shadows of eternal winter passed away from the

house of Ulric, and his young bride came back from her long slumber. In

due time the garden, too, awoke to the touch of spring, and the flowers

bloomed, and the birds mated once more and sang in budding trees, and

the sun shone. And Elsa's love bound closely together the hearts of her

father and mother; for perhaps you have been clever enough to find out

that the woodman's wife was the nurse who had carried away with her in

her flight Ulric's little daughter on the night of the New Year's ball.