. Stories for the household . her does notlike us, therefore he sends me away on an errand so far over mountainsand seas. Farewell, my sweet bride, for that you shall be! And they kissed each other, and the young girl wept, and gave him arose. But, before she gave it him, she impressed a kiss so firmly andclosely upon it that the flower opened. Then the little elf flew into it,and leaned his head against the delicate fragrant walls. Here he couldplainly hear them say Farewell! farewell! and he felt that the rose\\-as placed on the young mans heart. Oh, how that heart beats ! thelittle elf coul
. Stories for the household . her does notlike us, therefore he sends me away on an errand so far over mountainsand seas. Farewell, my sweet bride, for that you shall be! And they kissed each other, and the young girl wept, and gave him arose. But, before she gave it him, she impressed a kiss so firmly andclosely upon it that the flower opened. Then the little elf flew into it,and leaned his head against the delicate fragrant walls. Here he couldplainly hear them say Farewell! farewell! and he felt that the rose\\-as placed on the young mans heart. Oh, how that heart beats ! thelittle elf could not go to sleep, it thumped so. But not long did the rose rest undisturbed on that breast. The mantook it out, and as he went lonely through the wood, he kissed theflower so often and so fervently that the little elf was almost could feel through the leaf how the mans lips burned, and the roseitself had opened, as if under the hottest noonday sun. Then came another man, gloomy and wicked ; lie was the bad brother. THE GIRL AND THE FLOWEK-POT. of the pretty maiden. He drew out a sharp knife, and while the otherkissed the rose the bad man stabbed him to death, and then, cuttingoff his head, buried both head and body in the soft earth under thelinden tree. Now hes forgotten and gone ! thought the wicked brother ; hewill never come back again. He was to have taken a long journey overmountains and seas. One can easily lose ones life, and he has lost cannot come back again, and my sister dare not ask news of himfrom me. Then with his feet he shuffled dry leaves over the loose earth, andwent home in the dark night. But he did not go alone, as he thought;the little elf accompanied him. The elf sat in a dry, rolled-up lindenleaf that had fallen on the wicked mans hair as he dug. The hat wasnow placed over the leaf, and it was very dark in the hat, and the elftrembled with fear and with auger at the evil deed. In the morning hour the bad man got home ; he took off his
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