one single little grain of millet which rolled right beneath the feet of the Czarivna, and that he did not see. When he had done pecking he got upon the window-sill, opened his wings, and flew right away.

But the one remaining grain of millet-seed turned into a most beauteous youth, a youth so beauteous that when the Czarivna beheld him she fell in love with him on the spot, and begged the Czar and Czaritsa right piteously to let her have him as her husband.

"With no other shall I ever be happy," said she, "my happiness is in him alone!"

For a long time the Czar wrinkled his brows at the thought of giving his daughter to a simple youth; but at last he gave them his blessing, and they crowned them with bridal wreaths, and all the world was bidden to the wedding feast. And I too was there, and my heart rejoiced within me.

THE ENCHANTED CANARY

BY CHARLES DEULIN.

CHAPTER I.

NCE upon a time, in the reign of King Gambrinus, there lived at Avesnes one of his lords, who was the finest man- -by which I mean the fattest- in the whole country of Flanders. He ate four meals a day, slept twelve hours out of the twenty-four, and the only thing he ever did was to shoot at small birds with his bow and

arrow.

Still, with all his practice he shot very badly, he was so fat and heavy, and as he grew daily fatter, he was at last obliged to give up walking, and be dragged about in a wheel-chair, and the people made fun of him, and gave him the name of my Lord Tubby.

Now, the only trouble that Lord Tubby had was about his son, whom he loved very much, although they were not in the least alike, for the young prince was as thin as a cuckoo. And what vexed him more than all was, that though the young ladies throughout all his lands did their best to make the prince fall in love with them, he would have nothing to say to any of them, and told his father he did not wish to marry.

Instead of chatting with them in the dusk, he wandered about the woods, whispering to the moon. No wonder the young ladies thought him very odd, but they liked him all the better for that; and as he had received at his birth the name of Désiré, they all called him l'Amour Désiré.

"What is the matter with you?" his father often said to him. "You have everything you can possibly wish for a good bed, good food, and tuns full of beer. The only thing you want, in order to become as fat as a pig, is a wife that can bring you broad, rich lands. So marry, and you will be perfectly happy."

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"I ask nothing better than to marry," replied Désiré, "but I have never seen a woman that pleases me. the girls here are pink and white, and I am tired to death of their eternal lilies and roses."

"My faith!" cried Tubby; "do you want to marry a negress, and give me grandchildren as ugly as monkeys and as stupid as owls?"

"No, father, nothing of the sort. But there must be women somewhere in the world who are neither pink nor white, and I tell you, once for all, that I will never marry until I have found one exactly to my taste."

CHAPTER II.

OME time afterward, it happened that the prior of the Abbey of Saint Amand sent to the Lord of Avesnes a basket of oranges, with a beautifully written letter saying that these golden fruit, then unknown in Flanders, came straight from a land where the sun always shone.

That evening Tubby and his son ate the golden apples at supper, and thought them delicious.

Next morning as the day dawned, Désiré went down to the stable and saddled his pretty white horse. Then he went, all dressed for a journey, to the bed

side of Tubby, and found him smoking his first pipe.

"Father," he said

gravely, "I have come to bid you farewell. Last night I dreamed that I was walking in a wood, where the trees were covered with

golden apples. I gathered one of them, and when I opened it there came out a lovely princess with a

golden skin. That is the wife I want, and I am going to look for her."

The Lord of Avesnes was so much astonished that he let his pipe fall to the ground; then he became so diverted at the notion of his son marrying a yellow woman, and a woman shut up inside an orange, that he burst into fits of laughter.

Désiré waited to bid him good-by until he was quiet again; but as his father went on laughing and showed no signs of stopping, the young man took his hand, kissed it tenderly, opened the door, and in the twinkling of an eye was at the bottom of the staircase. He jumped lightly on his horse, and was a mile from home before Tubby had ceased laughing.

"A yellow wife! He must be mad! fit for a strait waistcoat!" cried the good man, when he was able to speak. "Here! quick! bring him back to me."

The servants mounted their horses and rode after the prince; but as they did not know which road he had taken, they went all ways except the right one, and instead of bringing him back they returned themselves when it grew dark.