ve them dowries, and as in that land
no maid might marry without a dowry, so these three maidens could not
wed the youths who loved them.

At last the father became so very poor that he no longer had money with
which to buy food or clothes for his daughters, and he was overcome by
shame and sorrow. As for the daughters they wept continually, for they
were both cold and hungry.

One day Saint Nicholas heard of the sad state of this noble family. So
at night, when the maidens were asleep, and the father was watching,
sorrowful and lonely, the good saint took a handful of gold, and, tying
it in a purse, set off for the nobleman's house. Creeping to the open
window he threw the purse into the chamber, so that it fell on the bed
of the sleeping maidens.

The father picked up the purse, and when he opened it and saw the gold,
he rejoiced greatly, and awakened his daughters. He gave most of the
gold to his eldest child for a dowry, and thus she was enabled to wed
the young man whom she loved.

A few days later Saint Nicholas filled another purse with gold, and,
as before, went by night to the nobleman's house, and tossed the purse
through the open window. Thus the second daughter was enabled to marry
the young man whom she loved.

Now, the nobleman felt very grateful to the unknown one who threw purses
of gold into his room and he longed to know who his benefactor was and
to thank him. So the next night he watched beneath the open window.
And when all was dark, lo! good Saint Nicholas came for the third time,
carrying a silken purse filled with gold, and as he was about to throw
it on the youngest maiden's bed, the nobleman caught him by his robe,
crying:--

"Ohs good Saint Nicholas! why do you hide yourself thus?"

And he kissed the saint's hands and feet, but Saint Nicholas, overcome
with confusion at having his good deed discovered, begged the nobleman
to tell no man what had happened.

Thus the nobleman's third daughter was enabled to marry the young man
whom she loved; and she and her father and her two sisters lived happily
for the remainder of their lives.

THE THUNDER OAK

A SCANDINAVIAN LEGEND

WILLIAM S. WALSH AND OTHER SOURCES

When the heathen raged through the forests of the ancient Northland
there grew a giant tree branching with huge limbs toward the clouds. It
was the Thunder Oak of the war-god Thor.

Thither, under cover of night, heathen priests were wont to bring
their victims--both m