. Stories for the household . vision, andyet sharply defined amid the surrounding shadows, stood this daughterof Hindostan: I could read on her delicate brow the thought thathad brought her hither. The thorny creeping plants tore her sandals,but for all that she came rapidly forward. The deer that had comedown to the river to quench their thirst, sprang by with a startledbound, for in her hand the maiden bore a lighted lamp. I could seethe blood in her delicate finger-tips, as she spread them for a screenbefore the dancing flame. She came down to the stream, and set thelamp upon the water, and
. Stories for the household . vision, andyet sharply defined amid the surrounding shadows, stood this daughterof Hindostan: I could read on her delicate brow the thought thathad brought her hither. The thorny creeping plants tore her sandals,but for all that she came rapidly forward. The deer that had comedown to the river to quench their thirst, sprang by with a startledbound, for in her hand the maiden bore a lighted lamp. I could seethe blood in her delicate finger-tips, as she spread them for a screenbefore the dancing flame. She came down to the stream, and set thelamp upon the water, and let it float away. The flame flickered to andfro, and seemed ready to expire; but still the lamp burned on, and the 398 Stones for the Household. girls black sparkling eyes, half veiled behind their long silken lashes,followed it with a gaze of earnest intensity. She well knew that ifthe lamp continued to burn so long as she could keep it in sight, herbetrothed was still alive ; but if the lamp was suddenly extinguished, he. TUB INDIAN GIRL. was dead. And the lamp burned bravely on, and she fell on her knees,and prayed. Near her in the grass lay a speckled snake, but she heededit not—she thought only of Brarnah and of her betrothed. He lives!she shouted joyfully, he lives! And from the mountains the echocame back upon her, he lives ! SECOND EVENING. YESTERDAY, said the Moon to me, I looked down upon a smallcourtyard surrounded on all sides by houses. In the courtyard sat aclucking hen with eleven chickens; and a pretty little girl was runningand jumping around them. The hen was frightened, and screamed, andspread out her wings over the little brood. Then the girls father cameout and scolded her; and I glided away and thought no more of thematter. But this evening, only a few minutes ago, I looked down into thesame courtyard. Everything was quiet. But presently the little girlcame forth again, crept quietly to the hen-house, pushed back the bolt,and slipped into the apartment
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