THE LEGEND OF THE “WHITE GIFTS”

As Told by Phebe A. Curtiss

A great many years ago in a land far away from us there was a certain king who was dearly beloved by all of his people.  Men admired him because he was strong and just.  In all of his dealings they knew they could depend upon him.  Every matter that came to his consideration was carefully weighed in his mind and his decisions were always wise.  Women trusted him because he was pure and true, with lofty thoughts and high ambitions, and the children loved him because of his gentleness and tenderness toward them.  He was never so burdened with affairs of state that he could not stop to speak a pleasant word of greeting to the tiniest child, and the very poorest of his subjects knew they could count upon his interest in them.

This deep-seated love and reverence for their king made the people of this country wish very much for a way in which to give expression to it so that he would understand it.  Many consultations were held and one after another the plans suggested were rejected, but at last a most happy solution was found.  It was rapidly circulated here and there and it met with the most hearty approval everywhere.

It was a plan for celebrating the King’s birthday.

Of course, that had been done in many lands before, but there were certain features about this celebration which differed materially from anything that had ever been tried.  They decided that on the King’s birthday the people should all bring him gifts, but they wanted in some way to let him know that these gifts were the expression of a love on the part of the giver which was pure and true and unselfish, and in order to show that, it was decided that each gift should be a “White Gift.”

The King heard about this beautiful plan, and it touched his heart in a wonderful way.  He decided that he would do his part to carry out the idea and let his loving subjects know how much he appreciated their thoughtfulness.

You can just imagine the excitement there was all over the land as the King’s birthday drew near.  All sorts of loving sacrifices had been made and everyone was anxious to make his gift the very best he had to offer.  At last the day dawned, and eagerly the people came dressed in white and carrying their white gifts.  To their surprise they were ushered into a great, big room—­the largest one in the palace.  They stood in silence when they first entered it, for it was beautiful beyond all expression.  It was a white room;—­the floor was white marble; the ceiling looked like a mass of soft, white fluffy clouds; the walls were hung with beautiful white silken draperies, and all the furnishings were white.  In one end of the room stood a stately white throne, and seated upon it was their beloved ruler and he was clad in shining white robes, and his attendants—­all dressed in white—­were grouped around him.