Lucile Meets the
Thought Fairies
by Myrtle Hill Leach
Dedication
A love for children, combined with a sensitivity to
the deeper truths of life, enabled the authors
of these stories, which have been published over a period
of years in Rays from the Rose Cross,
to express in an appealing way many phases of the wisdom
of Nature. To these friends we
gratefully dedicate Aquarian Age Stories for Children.
Many boys and girls are aware of the "little people''
and other forces of Nature mentioned in
these stories. Many others, we hope, will be encouraged
to become acquainted with them
through reading this little volume.
Lucile and Anne were cousins. Lucile was
visiting at Anne's house, and what a good
time they were having! Anne was two years older than
Lucile and taller and stronger. But she was
very kind to her younger cousin. The largest apple, the
juiciest peach, and the cake with the most
frosting on it always went to Lucile. Lucile rode Anne 's
pony and played with her dolls and
dishes. Even when she broke one of Anne's tiny china
plates, Anne was not cross.
But at last Lucile and Anne quarreled.
They wanted to play school, but each thought
she should be the teacher. Anne thought that she should
be teacher because she was the older, and
Lucile thought that she should be teacher because well,
just because.
So they quarreled. And Anne lay in the
soft grass under the apple tree and cried herself
to sleep. And Lucile lay in the soft grass under the
peach tree and thought angry, wicked thoughts
about Anne.
Suddenly she was startled to see a great
crowd of tiny ugly, dwarfed, crooked creatures
standing all around her. They were all grinning at her,
and she hid her face in terror. The most
hideous creature of all, who seemed to be the leader,
spoke to her in a harsh, rasping voice:
"We are the Hate Fairies, Lucile," he
said. "It is our work to carry hate thoughts and
angry, unkind thoughts from one person to another. We
have had to work very hard this
afternoon carrying that kind of thoughts from you to Anne
and from Anne to you. You are now
going to the land of the Hate Fairies, and there you must
live until you find the way out."
Lucile tried to scream and run away, but
she could not, and felt herself being carried
along by the mob of dark, grinning creatures. They
entered a dark cave which seemed to be in the
heart of the earth. The air inside the cave was cold and
damp, and Lucile shivered and wished she
could see one little ray of sunshine. There was no light
at all in the cave, but Lucile could see the
white faces of sick people gleaming in the darkness.
"People who dwell in the land of hate
and anger are usually ill," said the leader, who
was standing close to Lucile. "And they weep, you see.
They are never happy."
"Will I get sick and miserable like
these people?" asked Lucile fearfully.
"If you stay here long you will,"
answered the leader. "And the longer you stay, the
harder it is to find the way out. This cave keeps getting
deeper and blacker and farther from
sunshine and health and happiness."
"Oh, dear!" cried Lucile, and then a
very wicked and hideous fairy stepped close to her
for she was thinking, "Well, maybe Anne will have to come
here, too, and then she will be sick
and unhappy, and I will be glad."
Before she had quite finished this bad,
unkind thought, the fairy seized her arm, and
on she went still farther into the dark cave. Lucile was
very frightened now. How would she ever
get out of this place? She could not, would not, stay
here.
"Why did not these other people get
out?" she wondered. She turned on the leader
and stamping her foot angrily demanded that he take her
out of the cave at once.
"You must find the way out yourself,"
he said calmly. "These other miserable people
could get out if they really wished to, but they had
rather stay here. They will not do the one thing
that would free them."
"What is it?" cried Lucille. "I will
do it."
But the fairies only grinned at her in
their ugly way.
Just then Lucile saw Anne. Anne 'a
face was very sad, and she was crying. Suddenly
Lucile felt sorry for Anne. She ran to her cousin and put
her arms around her. And a tiny ray of
light seemed to shine for a moment in the dark cave.
"Oh, Anne," Lucile was crying too,
now, "Oh, Anne, you are sick and you are
unhappy, and I am so sorry. You have been so good to me.
Why I love you, Anne."
Instantly something happened. Lucile
heard the Hate Fairies give a loud frightened
yell as they disappeared in the blackness beyond her.
Then she was surrounded by marvelously
beautiful creatures with great white wings and shining
bands around their foreheads.
"We are the Love Fairies," said
one," and we have come to take you to a happier
place than this.
But we could not come until you found
the magic key that would free you from the
spell of these evil creatures and open the door of the
cave."
"What do you mean by the magic key?"
asked Lucile curiously.
"The words, 'I love you,' whether
thought or spoken aloud, are the magic key that
opens wide the heavy door and makes it possible for us to
lead you to the bright land of the Love
Fairies. The Hate Fairies are very much afraid of us for
we are stronger than they. By the way, the
terrible giant, Fear, lives a little farther on in this
cave, but he never never comes to our happy
country. But come let us leave this place."
Lucile and Anne followed these
glorious beings (for Lucile 's kindness had rescued
Anne also - it often happens that way) and soon they came
to a warm, sunny hilltop where little
birds, joyous and unafraid, sang and flew about. There
were multitudes of fragrant flowers, and
everyone was healthy, smiling, and happy. This land of
the Love Fairies was very pleasant, and
Lucile decided to stay always.
Then — Lucile sat up in the soft grass
under the peach tree and Anne sat up in the soft
grass under the apple tree. Lucile smiled and Anne smiled.
"Let's play school," said Lucile, "and
you may be teacher."
"No, indeed," said Anne, ''you will be
teacher."
They both laughed, and Lucile settled
the matter cleverly.
"Well, let's go make candy and divide
it equally." And they did.
And afterwards whenever Lucile happened
to think about it she could not help but
wonder whether her adventure with the thought fairies was
a dream or — not a dream. What do
you think?
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