126 Journal of A merican Folk- Lore.
ENGLISH FOLK-TALES IN AMERICA.
THE BRIDE OF THE EVIL ONE.
In former times there lived, on a great plantation far out in the country, the richest and most beautiful lady in the world. Her name was Maritta, and she was beloved by all who knew her, espe- cially so by her parents, with whom she dwelt.
She was so rich that one could not count her wealth in many days ; and her home was a palace, filled with rare things from all quarters of the globe. Rich hangings of damask and tapestry adorned the walls, and massive and wonderfully carved furniture filled the rooms. Instead of gilt, as is usual in splendid mansions, the mirrors and pictures were framed in gold, silver, and even precious stones. Then, the dining-table was a wonder to behold — glittering with costly glass and golden service. The lady Maritta always ate from a jewelled platter with a golden spoon ; and her rooms were filled with wondrous vases, containing delicious spices and rare perfumes of many kinds.
Half the brave and daring fine gentlemen of her country had sought her hand in marriage ; but her parents always declared that each was not rich enough. So loath were her parents to give her up, that they finally said she should never marry unless she could view her suitor ten thousand miles down the road.
Now, as roads in general are not straight for so great a distance, — to say nothing of one's eyesight, — the poor lady was quite in despair, and had almost decided to remain a spinster.
At last the Evil One, seeing the covetousness of this old couple, procured for himself an equipage of great magnificence, and went a- wooing. His coach was made of beaten gold, so ablaze with pre- cious stones that the sun seemed mean in comparison with it. Maritta beheld it thirty thousand miles off, and all the household were called out to view it ; for such a wonder had never been seen in that part of the world. But so great was the Evil One's power for conjuring that he was a very short time in arriving. He drove up to the door with so grand a dash and clatter and style that Maritta thought she had never beheld as princely a personage. When he had alighted most gracefully, uncovering and bowing to the mother and father, he knelt at the feet of Maritta, kissed her hand, and turning to her astonished parents, asked the hand of their daughter in marriage. So pleased were they all with his appearance that the wedding was hastened that very day. After the marriage compact was completed Maritta bade adieu to her proud parents ; and tripping lightly into his coach, they drove away with great effect.
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