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Next he locked his door, went downstairs and walked through the streets to the grand mansion where the wealthy Miss Mydas resided. The butler opened the door and said: "No soap, no chromos, no vegetables, no hair oil, no books, no baking powder. My young lady is dying and we're well supplied for the funeral." The glass-blower was grieved at being taken for a peddler.
But he stopped at a drug store and put his last dime in the telephone box so he could talk to Miss Mydas without being bitten by the dog. "Give me Pelf 6742!" he called. "Hello! What is it?" said a voice. "I want to speak with Miss Mydas," said the glass-blower. Presently a sweet voice said: "This is Miss Mydas. What is it?"
This story the reader may learn from Ovid's Epistles, of Sappho to Phaon, Ep. 21. Woman in the Moon, presented before the Queen, London 1667. Six of these plays, viz. Alexander and Campaspe, Endymion, Galathea and Mydas, Sappho and Phaon, with Mother Bombie, a Comedy, by the same author, are printed together under the title of the Six Court-Comedies, 12mo, London 1632, and dedicated by Mr.
And don't forget to cancel the order for the funeral flowers and your mourning gown." "But, Miss Mydas," remonstrated the glass-blower, who stood by, "you promised to marry me if I cured you." "I know," said the young lady, "but we must have time to make proper announcement in the society papers and have the wedding cards engraved. Call to-morrow and we'll talk it over."
The next morning, as he read his newspaper, he noticed an article stating that the beautiful Miss Mydas, the richest young lady in town, was very ill, and the doctors had given up hope of her recovery. The glass-blower, although miserably poor, hard-working and homely of feature, was a man of ideas.
"Then tell me where to find my dog and you shall have the powder," promised the wizard. So the glass-blower went out and pretended to search, and by-and-by he returned and said: "I've discovered the dog. You will find him in the mansion of Miss Mydas." The wizard went at once to see if this were true, and, sure enough, the glass dog ran out and began barking at him.
The next time he called upon Miss Mydas there was no dog to bark at him, and when the young lady saw him she fell in love with his beauty at once. "If only you were a count or a prince," she sighed, "I'd willingly marry you." "But I am a prince," he answered; "the Prince of Dogblowers."
The reefs and beaches abounded with turtles of two kinds, the Mydas and a species of the Imbricated. We were in time for the noddy's eggs; but the other birds had hatched theirs, and left for sea, returning only at night. From their great abundance and constant visits they had formed a kind of guano on the island. Among the varieties of the feathered tribe was the golden plover.
The first thing he did on reaching his room was to smash his glass-blowing tools and throw them out of the window. He then sat down to figure out ways of spending his wife's money. The following day he called upon Miss Mydas, who was reading a novel and eating chocolate creams as happily as if she had never been ill in her life. "Where did you get the magic compound that cured me?" she asked.
The next day he sent the sack by a messenger boy to Miss Mydas, with his compliments, and later in the afternoon he called upon her in person, feeling quite sure he would be received with gratitude for stealing the dog she so greatly desired. But when he came to the door and the butler opened it, what was his amazement to see the glass dog rush out and begin barking at him furiously.
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