|THE GOLDEN FISH
By L. M. Gask
UPON a certain island in the middle of the sea dwelt an old man
wife. They were so poor that they often went short of bread, for
fish he caught were their only means of livelihood.
One day when the man had been fishing for many hours without
he hooked a small Gold Fish, whose eyes were bright as diamonds.
"Let me go, kind man," the little creature cried. "I
should not make a
mouthful either for yourself or your wife, and my own mate waits
down in the waters."
The old man was so moved by his pleadings that he took him off
and threw him back into the sea. Before he swam off to rejoin
mate, the Gold Fish promised that in return for his kindness he
come to the fisherman's help if ever he wanted him. Laughing merrily
at this, for he did not believe that a fish could help him except
providing him with food, the old man went home and told his wife.
"What!" she cried, "you actually let him go when
you had caught him?
It was just like your stupidity. We have not a scrap of bread
house, and now, I suppose, we must starve!"
Her reproaches continued for so long that though he scarcely
what the fish had said, the poor old man thought that at least
do no harm to put him to the test. He therefore hastened back
shore, and stood at the very edge of the waves.
"Golden Fish, Golden Fish!" he called. "Come to
me, I pray, with your
tail in the water, and your head lifted up toward me!"
As the last word was uttered the Gold Fish popped up his head.
"You see I have kept my promise," he said. "What
can I do for you, my
"There is not a scrap of bread in the house," quavered
the old man,
"and my wife is very angry with me for letting you go.
"Don't trouble about that!" said the Gold Fish in an
"you will find bread, and to spare, when you go home."
And the old man
hurried away to see if his little friend had spoken truly.
Surely enough, he found that the pan was full of fine white loaves.
"I did not do so badly for you after all, good wife!"
he said, as they
ate their supper; but his wife was anything but satisfied. The
she had, the more she wanted, and she lay awake planning what
should demand from the Gold Fish next.
"Wake up, you lazy man!" she cried to her husband,
early next morning.
"Go down to the sea and tell your fish that I must have a
The old man did as his wife bade him, and the moment he called
Fish reappeared. He seemed quite willing to grant the new request,
on his return home the old man found a beautiful new washtub in
small yard at the back of their cabin.
"Why didn't you ask for a new cabin too?" his wife
said angrily. "If
you had had a grain of sense you would have done this without
told. Go back at once, and say that we must have one.
The old man was rather ashamed to trouble his friend again so
the Gold Fish was as obliging as ever.
"Very well," he said, "a new cabin you shall have."
And the old mart
found one so spick-and-span that he hardly dare cross the floor
fear of soiling it. It would have pleased him greatly had his
been contented, but she, good woman, did nothing but grumble still.
"Tell your Gold Fish," she said next day, "that
I want to be a duchess,
with many servants at my beck and call, and a splendid carriage
Once more her wish was granted, but now her husband's plight
indeed. She would not let him share her palace, but ordered him
the stables, where he was forced to keep company with her grooms.
few days, however, he grew reconciled to his lot, for here he
live in peace, while he learned that she was leading those around
terrible life, it was not long before she sent for him again.
"Summon the Gold Fish," she commanded haughtily, "and
tell him I wish
to be Queen of the Waters, and to rule over all the fish."
The poor old man felt sorry for the fish if they had to be under
rule, for prosperity had quite spoiled her. However, he dared
disobey, and once more summoned his powerful friend.
"Make your wife the Queen of the Waters?" exclaimed
the Gold Fish.
"That is the last thing I should do. She is unfit to reign,
cannot rule herself or her desires. I shall make her once more
old woman. Adieu! You will see me no more."
The old man returned sorrowfully with this unpleasant message,
the palace transformed into a humble cabin, and his wife in a
threadbare stuff in place of the rich brocade which she had worn
late. She was sad and humble, and much more easy to live with
had been before. Her husband therefore had occasion many times
think gratefully of the Gold Fish, and sometimes when drawing
net the glint of the sun upon the scales of his captives would
a moment's hope-which, alas! was as often disappointed-that once
he was to see his benefactor.