land she loved so well, on and on to the great salt
ocean.

The angry parents, heartbroken and desolate, had returned to their lonely
home, and Tamara, with low, sad sighs, was fleeing further and further
from her sleeping lovers, when Tavy at last awoke. He sat up and glared
around him, too dazed to realize at first all that had happened.
He looked at Tawridge, lying fast asleep, and recollection began to
return,--he looked for Tamara,--she was gone!

In a frenzy of fear lest he should have lost his new-found love for ever,
he rushed hither and thither, wildly searching for her,--but, of course,
in vain.

"Tamara! Tamara!" he called despairingly; no answer came. No sound
reached him but the sweet, sad voice of a stream hard by, a stream he did
not remember to have heard before. He was too full of his troubles,
though, to pay heed to such trifles now.

Flying as fast as the wind to his father amongst the hills, he told him
his pitiful tale, but the giant already knew all that had happened, for he
had powers his son had not.

"My boy," he said sadly, "your Tamara is gone. Cruelly taken from you.
I cannot bring her back to you, but I can send you to her. Grieved I
shall be to lose my son, but I cannot keep you here and see your life
filled with endless pain." Then the old giant kissed his son, and as he
kissed him he turned him into a stream, which, noisy and turbulent as poor
Tavy himself had been of old, rushed madly on over rock and moor, seeking
his lost love. Wildly he dashed ahead, seeking to overtake her, until at
last in a gentle valley where she loitered slowly, he came upon her, and,
happy that they had met at last, hand in hand they glided softly onwards
to the eternal sea.

During all this time poor Tawridge slept on, dreaming of Tamara, that she
was his, and nothing could part them; but alas, alas for his waking!
He opened his eyes and found it was but a dream! Tamara was gone,
Tavy was gone, and he was left alone.

"They have gone together!" was his first thought, but then he remembered
the arrival of the father and mother, and his second thought was that
Tamara had been taken back to her home by her parents, and that Tavy had
killed himself in despair. And Tawridge was filled with a double grief,
for he had really loved poor Tavy.

In the hills there lived an Enchanter, and to him Tawridge ran for help,
and of him he learnt the truth,--that both were lost to him, and were
together. The k