breast, and he slept. Then the
maiden saw more clearly the icy face before her--saw the icy face of
winter.

Slowly she passed her hands above his head. Streams of water ran from
his eyes, and his body shrunk and dwindled till it faded into the
air--vanished into the earth--and his clothing turned to green leaves.

The maiden took from her bosom the most precious flowers. Kneeling upon
the ground, she hid them all about among the leaves.

[Illustration: The maiden hides the flowers among the leaves]

"I give you my most precious flowers and my sweetest breath," she said,
"but all who would pluck you must do so upon bended knee."

Then the maiden moved away--through the forest and over the waking
fields; and wherever she stepped, and nowhere else in all the land,
grows the trailing arbutus.

--INDIAN LEGEND.

HIDDEN TREASURE

I

Once upon a time there was an old farmer named John Jacobs. He had heard
that treasures were found in odd places. He thought and thought about
such treasures until he could think of nothing else; and he spent all
his time hunting for them. How he wished he could find a pot of gold!

One morning he arose with a bright face and said to his wife, "At last,
Mary, I've found the treasure."

"No, I cannot believe it," she said.

"Yes," he answered; "at least it is as good as found. I am only waiting
until I have my breakfast. Then I will go out and bring it in."

"Oh, how did you find it?" asked the wife.

"I was told about it in a dream," said he.

"Where is it?"

"Under a tree in our orchard," said John.

"Oh, John, let us hurry and get it."

So they went out together into the orchard.

"Which tree is it under?" asked the wife.

John scratched his head and looked silly.

"I really do not know," he said.

"Oh, you foolish man," said the wife. "Why didn't you take the trouble
to notice?"

"I did notice," said he. "I saw the exact tree in my dream, but there
are so many trees, here that I am confused. There is only one thing to
do now. I must begin with the first tree and keep on digging until I
come to the one with the treasure under it."

This made the wife lose all hope. There were eighty apple trees and a
score of peach trees.

She sighed and said, "I suppose if you must, you must, but be careful
not to cut any of the roots."

By this time John was in a very bad humor. He went to work saying, "What
difference does it make if I cut all the roots? The whole o