New Year's Day

June obeyed, and as he waved his wand over the fire the flames leaped toward the sky. Instantly the snow melted, the earth was covered with verdure, trees were clothed with leaves, birds began to sing, and various flowers blossomed in the forest. It was summer. Under the bushes masses of star-shaped flowers changed into ripening strawberries, and instantly they covered the glade, making it look like a sea of blood.

``Gather them quickly, Marouckla,'' said June.

Joyfully she thanked the Months, and having filled her apron ran happily home.

Helen and her mother wondered at seeing the strawberries, which filled the house with their delicious fragrance.

``Wherever did you find them?'' asked Helen crossly.

``Right up among the mountains. Those from under the beech trees are not bad,'' answered Marouckla.

Helen gave a few to her mother and ate the rest herself. Not one did she offer to her stepsister. Being tired of strawberries, on the third day she took a fancy for some fresh, red apples.

``Run, Marouckla,'' said she, ``and fetch me fresh, red apples from the mountain.''

``Apples in winter, sister? Why, the trees have neither leaves nor fruit!''

``Idle thing, go this minute,'' said Helen; ``unless you bring back apples we will kill you.''

As before, the stepmother seized her roughly and turned her out of the house. The poor girl went weeping up the mountain, across the deep snow, and on toward the fire round which were the Twelve Months. Motionless they sat there, and on the highest stone was the great January.

``Men of God, may I warm myself at your fire? The winter cold chills me,'' said she, drawing near.

The great January raised his head. ``Why comest thou here? What does thou seek?'' asked he.

``I am come to look for red apples,'' replied Marouckla.

``But this is winter, and not the season for red apples,'' observed the great January.

``I know,'' answered the girl, ``but my sister and stepmother sent me to fetch red apples from the mountain. If I return without them they will kill me.''

Thereupon the great January arose and went over to one of the elderly Months, to whom he handed the wand saying:--

``Brother September, do thou take the highest place.''

September moved to the highest stone, and waved his wand over the fire. There was a flare of red flames, the snow disappeared, but the fading leaves which trembled on the trees were sent by a cold northeast wind in yellow masses to the glade. Only a few flowers of autumn were visible. At first Marouckla looked in vain for red apples. Then she espied a tree which grew at a great height, and from the branches of this hung the bright, red fruit. September ordered her to gather some quickly. The girl was delighted and shook the tree. First one apple fell, then another.

``That is enough,'' said September; ``hurry home.''

Thanking the Months she returned joyfully. Helen and the stepmother wondered at seeing the fruit.

``Where did you gather them?'' asked the stepsister.

``There are more on the mountain-top,'' answered Marouckla.

``Then, why did you not bring more?'' said Helen angrily. ``You must have eaten them on your way back, you wicked girl.''

``No, dear sister, I have not even tasted them,'' said Marouckla. ``I shook the tree twice. One apple fell each time. Some shepherds would not allow me to shake it again, but told me to return home.''

``Listen, mother,'' said Helen. ``Give me my cloak. I will fetch some more apples myself. I shall be able to find the mountain and the tree. The shepherds may cry `Stop!' but I will not leave go till I have shaken down all the apples.''

In spite of her mother's advice she wrapped herself in her pelisse, put on a warm hood, and took the road to the mountain. Snow covered everything. Helen lost herself and wandered hither and thither. After a while she saw a light above her, and, following in its direction, reached the mountain-top.

There was the flaming fire, the twelve blocks of stone, and the Twelve Months. At first she was frightened and hesitated; then she came nearer and warmed her hands. She did not ask permission, nor did she speak one polite word.

``What hath brought thee here? What dost thou seek?'' said the great January severely.

``I am not obliged to tell you, old graybeard. What business is it of yours?'' she replied disdainfully, turning her back on the fire and going toward the forest.

The great January frowned, and waved his wand over his head. Instantly the sky became covered with clouds, the fire went down, snow fell in large flakes, an icy wind howled round the mountain. Amid the fury of the storm Helen stumbled about. The pelisse failed to warm her benumbed limbs.

The mother kept on waiting for her. She looked from the window, she watched from the doorstep, but her daughter came not. The hours passed slowly, but Helen did not return.

``Can it be that the apples have charmed her from her home?'' thought the mother. Then she clad herself in hood and pelisse, and went in search of her daughter. Snow fell in huge masses. It covered all things. For long she wandered hither and thither, the icy northeast wind whistled in the mountain, but no voice answered her cries.

Day after day Marouckla worked, and prayed, and waited, but neither stepmother nor sister returned. They had been frozen to death on the mountain.

The inheritance of a small house, a field, and a cow fell to Marouckla. In course of time an honest farmer came to share them with her, and their lives were happy and peaceful.

IV. The Mail-Coach Passengers

By Hans Christian Andersen (Adapted)

It was bitterly cold. The sky glittered with stars, and not a breeze stirred. ``Bump,''--an old pot was thrown at a neighbor's door; and, ``Bang! Bang!'' went the guns, for they were greeting the New Year.

It was New Year's Eve, and the church clock was striking twelve. ``Tan-ta-ra-ra, tan-ta-ra- ra!'' sounded the horn, and the mail-coach came lumbering up. The clumsy vehicle stopped at the gate of the town; all the places had been taken, for there were twelve passengers in the coach.

``Hurrah! Hurrah!'' cried the people in the town; for in every house the New Year was being welcomed; and, as the clock struck, they stood up, the full glasses in their hands, to drink success to the newcomer. ``A happy New Year,'' was the cry; ``a pretty wife, plenty of money, and no sorrow or care!''

The wish passed round, and the glasses clashed together till they rang again; while before the town-gate the mail-coach stopped with the twelve strange passengers. And who were these strangers? Each of them had his passport and his luggage with him; they even brought presents for me, and for you, and for all the people in the town. Who were they? What did they want? And what did they bring with them?

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