Identifier: talesoffantasy00jenk (find matches)
Title: Tales of fantasy
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Jenks, Tudor, 1857-1922, ed
Subjects: Children's stories
Publisher: Boston, Hall and Locke Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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rket-place, and down to the left, and over the bridge,and up the blind alley, and back again, and round bythe Castle, and so along by the Haberdashers on theright, opposite the lamp-post, and round the square, andshe came — she came to the Execution ^j/ace, where shesaw Bulbo laying his head on the block !!! The execu-tioner raised his axe, but at that moment the Princesscame panting up and cried Reprieve. Reprieve !screamed the Princess. Reprieve! shouted all thepeople. Up the scaffold stairs she sprang, with theagility of a lighter of lamps; and flinging herself inBulbos arms, regardless of all ceremony, she cried out: 0 my prince ! my lord ! my love ! my Bulbo ! ThineAngelica has been in time to save thy precious exist-ence, sweet rosebud ; to prevent thy being nipped inthy young bloom ! Had aught befallen thee, Angelicatoo had died, and welcomed death that joined her toher Bulbo. Hm ! theres no accounting for tastes, said Bulbo,looking so very much puzzled and uncomfortable that
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THINE ANGELICA HAS BEEN IN TIME TO SAVE THYPRECIOUS EXISTENCE/ The Rose and the Ring 293 the Princess, in tones of tenderest strain, asked thecause of his disquiet. I tell you what it is, Angelica, said he, since Icame here yesterday there has been such a row, anddisturbance, and quarrelling, and fighting, and chop-ping of heads off, and the deuce to pay, that I aminclined to go back to Grim Tartary. But with me as thy bride, my Bulbo! Thoughwherever thou art is Grim Tartary to me, my bold,my beautiful, my Bulbo ! Well, well, I suppose we must be married, saysBulbo. Doctor, you came to read the funeral ser-vice— read the marriage service, will you? Whatmust be, must. That will satisfy Angelica, and then,in the name of peace and quietness, do let us go backto breakfast. Bulbo had carried a rose in his mouth all the timeof the dismal ceremony. It was a fairy rose, and hewas told by his mother that he ought never to partwith it. So he had kept it between his teeth, evenwhen he laid his

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