His Beauty, My Beast

once upon a time, in a far-off country,there lived a merchant who had been so fortunate in all his undertakings that he was cnormously rich.

As he had six sons and six daughters,however,who were accustomed to having everything they fancied,he did not find he had a penny too much.But misfortunes befell them.

One day their house caught fire and speedily burned to the ground,with all the splendid furniture,books, pictures,gold,silver,and precious goods it contained.

The father suddenly lost every ship he had upon the sea, either by dint of pirates,shipwreck,or fire.Then he heard that his clerks in distant countries,whom he had trusted entirely,had proved unfaithful and at last from great wealth he fell into the direst poverty.

All that he had left was a little house in a desolate place at least a hundred leagues from the town,and to this he was forced to retreat.His children were in despair at the idea of leading such a different life.

The daughters at first hoped their friends,who had been so numerous while they were rich, would insist on their staying in their houses,but they soon found they were left alone.

Their former friends even attributed their misfortunes to their own extravagance and showed no intention of offering them any help.

So nothing was left for them but to take their departure to the cottage,which stood in the midst of a dark forest and seemed to be the most dismal place on the face of the earth.

As they were too poor to have any servants,the girls had to work hard,and the sons,for their part,cultivated the fields to earn their living. Roughly clothed and living in the simplest way,the girls regretted unceasingly the luxuries and amusements of their former life.Only the youngest daughter tried to be brave and cheerful.

She had been as sad as anyone when misfortune first overtook her father,but soon recovering her natural gaiety, she set to work to make the best of things,to amuse her father and brothers as well as she could,and to persuade her sisters to join her in dancing and singing.

But they would do nothing of the sort,and because she was not as doleful as themselves,they declared this miserable life was all she was fit for was really far prettier and cleverer than they were. Indeed,she was so lovely she was always called Beauty.

After two years,when they were all beginning to get used to their new life,their father received news that one of his ships,which he had believed lost,had come safely into port with a rich cargo.All the sons and daughters at once thought that their poverty was at an end and wanted to set out directly for the town;but their father, who was more prudent,begged them to wait a little, so he could make inquires.

So he decided to go on a journey

Only the youngest daughter had any doubt but that they would soon again be as rich as they were before. They all loaded their father with commissions for jewels and dresses which it would have taken a fortune to buy; only Beauty,feeling sure that it was of no use,did not ask for anything.Her father,noticing her silence,said: "And what shall I bring for you, Beauty?”

"The only thing I wish for is to see you come home safely,"she answered.

But this reply vexed her sisters,who fancied she was blaming them for having asked for such costly things. Her father,however,was pleased,but as he thought that at her age she certainly ought to like pretty presents,he told her to choose something.

"Well,dear Father,"she said,"as you insist upon it, I beg that you will bring me a rose.I have not seen one since we came here and I love them so much."

The merchant reached town as quickly as possible, only to find that his former companions,believing him to be dead,had divided his cargo between them.

After six months of trouble and expense,he found himself as poor as when he started on his journey.To make matters worse,he was obliged to return in the most terrible weather.

By the time he was within a few leagues of his home,he was almost exhausted with cold and fatigue. Though he knew it would take some hours to get through the forest,he resolved to go on.But night overtook him,and the deep snow and bitter frost made it impossible for his horse to carry him any farther. Not a house was to be seen.

The only shelter he could get was the hollow trunk of a great tree,and there he crouched all the night,which seemed to him the longest he had ever known.The howling of the wolves kept him awake,and when at last day broke,the falling snow had covered up every path,and he did not know which way to turn.

At length he made out some sort of path,but it was so rough and slippery that he fell down more than once.

Presently it led him into an avenue of trees which ended in a splendid castle.It seemed to the merchant very strange that no snow had fallen in the avenue of orange trees,covered with flowers and fruit.When he reached the first court of the castle,he saw before him a flight of agate steps.He went up them and passed through several splendidly furnished rooms.

The pleasant warmth ofthe air revived him,and he felt very hungry but there seemed to be nobody in all this vast and splendid palace.

Deep silence reigned everywhere,and at last,tired of roaming through empty rooms and galleries,he stopped in a room smaller than the rest,where a dear fire was burning,and a couch was drawn up cosily before it.

Thinking this must be prepared for somcone who was expected,he sat down to wait till he should come and very soon fell into a sweet sleep.

When his extreme hunger wakened him after several hours,he was still alone;but a little table,with a good dinner on it had been drawn up close to him.

He lost no time in beginning his meal,hoping he might soon thank his considerate host,whoever it might be.But no one appeared,and even after another long sleep,from which he awoke completely refreshed,there was no sign of anybody,though a fresh meal of dainty cakes and fruit was prepared upon the little table at his elbow because he was naturally timid,the silence began to terrify him,and he resolved to search once more through all the rooms;but it was of no use;there was no sign of life in the palacel He wondered what he should do.

To amuse himself,he began pretending that all the treasures he saw were his own and considering how he would divide them among his children.Then he went down into the garden,and though it was winter everywhere else,here the sun shone,the birds sang,the·l

flowers bloomed,and the air was soft and sweet.The merchant,in ecstasies with all he saw and heard,said to himself

"All this must be meant for me.I will go this minute and bring my children to share all these delights."

In spite of being so cold and weary when he reached the castle,he had taken his horse to the stable and fed it.Now he thought he would saddle it for his homeward journey,and he turned down the path which led to the stable.This path had a hedge of roses on each side of it, and the merchant thought he had never seen such exquisite flowers.They reminded him of his promise to Beauty and he stopped and had just gathered one to take to her when he was startled by a strange noise behind him.Turning round,he saw a frightful Beast which seemed to be very angry and said in a terrible