For years after this, there abode in the village of Skjelskoer a woman whom some people thought was an utter stranger, for none so grave, and at the same time so good, was ever known among the light-hearted people of Zealand. Others said that if any one could come back alive from fairy land, the woman must be Hyldreda Kalm. But as later generations arose, they mocked at the story of Kong Tolv and the palace under the hill, and considered the whole legend but an allegory, the moral of which they did not fail to preach to their fair young daughters continually. Nevertheless, this woman had surely once lived, for her memory, embalmed by its own rich virtues, long lingered in the place where she had dwelt. She must have died there, too, for they pointed out her grave, and a smaller one beside it, though whose that was, none knew. There was a tradition that when she died--it was on a winter night, and the clock was just striking _twelve_--there arose a stormy wind which swept through the neighboring oak-wood, laying every tree prostrate on the ground. And from that hour there was no record of the Elle-people or the mighty Kong Tolv having been ever again seen in Zealand. FOOTNOTES: [14] The idea of this story is partly taken from a Danish _Visa_, or legendary ballad, entitled "Proud Margaret." [15] _Hyldemoer_, elder-mother, is the name of a Danish elf inhabiting the elder-tree. _Eda_ signifies a grandmother or female ancestor. Children born on Sundays were especially under the power of the elves. [16] Kong Tolv, or _King Twelve_, is one of the Elle-kings who divide the fairy sovereignty of Zealand. [17] Dronningstolen, or Queen's Chair. [From the Dublin University Magazine.] MAURICE TIERNAY, THE SOLDIER OF FORTUNE. [_Continued from Page 233._] CHAPTER VI. "THE ARMY SIXTY YEARS SINCE." I followed the soldiers as they marched beyond the outer boulevard, and gained the open country. Many of the idlers dropped off here; others accompanied us a little further; but at length, when the drums ceased to beat, and were slung in marching order on the backs of the drummers, when the men broke into the open order that French soldiers instinctively assume on a march, the curiosity of the gazers appeared to have nothing more to feed upon, and one by one they returned to the capital, leaving me the only lingerer.