King Midas and the Golden Touch
Many years ago there lived a king named Midas.
King Midas had one little daughter, whose name was Marigold.
King Midas was very, very rich. It was said that he had more gold than any
other king in the world.
One room of his great castle was almost filled with yellow gold pieces.
At last the King grew so fond of his gold that he loved it better than
anything else in all the world.
He even loved it better than his own little daughter, dear little
rosy-cheeked Marigold. His one great wish seemed to be for more and more
One day while he was in his gold room counting his money, a beautiful fairy
boy stood before him.
The boy's face shone with a wonderful light, and he had wings on his cap and
wings on his feet. In his hand he carried a strange-looking wand, and the
wand also had wings.
"Midas, you are the richest man in the world," said the fairy. "There is no
King who has so much gold as you."
"That may be," said the King. "As you see, I have this room full of gold,
but I should like much more; for gold is the best and the most wonderful
thing in the world."
"Are you sure?" asked the fairy.
"I am very sure," answered the King.
"If I should grant you one wish," said the fairy, "would you ask for more
"If I could have but one wish," said the King, "I would ask that everything
I touch should turn to beautiful yellow gold."
"Your wish shall be granted," said the fairy. "At sunrise to-morrow morning
your slightest touch will turn everything into gold. But I warn you that
your gift will not make you happy."
"I will take the risk," said the King.
The next day King Midas awoke very early. He was eager to see if the fairy's
promise had come true.
As soon as the sun arose he tried the gift by touching the bed lightly with
The bed turned to gold.
He touched the chair and table.
Upon the instant they were turned to solid gold.
The King was wild with joy.
He ran around the room, touching everything he could see. His magic gift
turned all to shining, yellow gold.
The King soon felt hungry and went down to eat his breakfast. Now a strange
thing happened. When he raised a glass of clear cold water to drink, it
became solid gold.
Not a drop of water could pass his lips.
The bread turned to gold under his fingers.
The meat was hard, and yellow, and shiny.
Not a thing could he get to eat.
All was gold, gold, gold.
His little daughter came running in from the garden.
Of all living creatures she was the dearest to him.
He touched her with his lips.
At once the little girl was changed to a golden statue.
A great fear crept into the King's heart, sweeping all the joy out of his
In his grief he called and called upon the fairy who had given him the gift
of the golden touch.
"O fairy," he begged, "take away this horrible golden gift! Take all my
lands. Take all my gold. Take everything, only give me back my little
In a moment the beautiful fairy was standing before him.
"Do you still think that gold is the greatest thing in the world?" asked the
"No! no!" cried the King. "I hate the very sight of the yellow stuff."
"Are you sure that you no longer wish the golden touch?" asked the fairy.
"I have learned my lesson," said the King. "I no longer think gold the
greatest thing in the world."
"Very well," said the fairy, "take this pitcher to the spring in the garden
and fill it with water. Then sprinkle those things which you have touched
and turned to gold."
The King took the pitcher and rushed to the spring. Running back he first
sprinkled the head of his dear little girl. Instantly she became his own
darling Marigold again, and gave him a kiss.
The King sprinkled the golden food, and to his great joy it turned back to
real bread and real butter.
Then he and his little daughter sat down to breakfast. How good the cold
water tasted! How eagerly the hungry King ate the bread and butter, the
meat, and all the good food!
The King hated his golden touch so much that he sprinkled even the chairs
and the tables and everything else that the fairy's gift had turned to gold.
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