Compiled by a Student of
The Rosicrucian Fellowship Teachings
The Rosicrucian Fellowship
Oceanside, California, U.S.A.
A love for children, combined with a sensitivity to the deeper
truths of life, enabled the authors of these stories, which have been published
over a period of years in Rays from the Rose Cross, to express in an
appealing way many phases of the wisdom of Nature. To these friends we
gratefully dedicate Aquarian Age Stories for Children.
Many boys and girls are aware of the "little people"
and other forces of Nature mentioned in these stories. Many others, we hope,
will be encouraged to become acquainted with them through reading this little
The Rosicrucian Fellowship, Oceanside, California
Once upon a time not so many years ago
there lived a little girl whose name was Emaline. Her friends and the children
of the neighborhood called her the Little Lame Princess.
The tiny cottage where she lived was surrounded by a green lawn,
and gay flowers bordered the walk in summer time. In one corner of the yard
stood a big elm tree.
Each day Emaline sat by a wide window where she could see the
flowers in the yard, the people passing in the street, and watch the birds
building their nests in the great elm tree.
Although this little girl could not walk, many were the joys
that came to her as she watched the children pass to and fro on their way to
school or play. They all knew and loved her, and never failed to wave their
hands in passing, or to stop when they had time to talk a few minutes and share
with her their flowers, candy, or whatever they happened to have.
So Emaline was quite happy, and great was her delight when the
birds came to pick the crumbs which she scattered on the window sill.
Outside of her window was a box where she had planted tiny seeds
which her mother had given her, and through the loving care which she had
bestowed upon them they were now a mass of beautiful colors. Their fragrance was
a source of continual pleasure to Emaline. How she loved these lovely friends
who nodded their heads in the breeze and seemed always to be smiling at her.
On a small table close at hand were books of fairy tales and
adventure. Many were the pleasant hours which the Little Lame Princess spent in
Fairy Land where all was bright and lovely.
By her side on a chair one could almost always find a big yellow
cat curled up asleep. He loved to have Emaline smooth his fur, and showed his
pleasure by purring loudly and spreading his claws, pushing first one foot and
then the other into the cushion on which he lay. Emaline explained that he was
playing the organ for her.
But in spite of all these things that helped to make her life
happy, Emaline grew restless and longed intensely to walk, run, and jump as she
saw other children doing every day. Then she would grow sad and ask her mother,
wistfully, "Why am I this way, Mother? Why does God punish me so?"
"My dear, you mustn't think God punishes you," her
mother would answer as she came and knelt by her side, putting her strong arms
gently around the frail form to comfort her. "I do not know why you are
like this, but God is too good to punish, and in His great wisdom He knows what
is best for us." At this the little girl would sigh, wishing she had her
mother's faith and that God would show her the reason for her lameness.
It had been a beautiful June day, and Emaline had been wishing
all day that she could walk about on the cool, green grass, and that she were
able to climb into the elm tree to see the young birds which she knew must be
there. As the sun sank behind the distant hills and the shadows began to creep
round about, she became very restless and heartsick because she was denied the
great privilege of walking.
After her mother had tucked her in between the cool sheets, she
lay thinking for a long time. Finally she prayed with her whole soul in her
prayer that she might some day be able to walk. If God would only show her why
she was an invalid she might be happier, she thought.
Emaline did not know how long she had been asleep when she heard
a voice saying, "Come with me and I will show you." She wasn't even
surprised when a figure in white took her by the hand, and they glided swiftly
over hills and valleys as if they were flying, until they came to a beautiful
white palace surrounded by high stone walls.
This is where you once lived," said Emaline's companion.
"She must know," thought Emaline, so she said nothing
but gazed in wonder at the scene about her.
A little girl was playing on the marble steps that led into the
palace, and while they watched, a servant came and took the child into the
They followed, and it seemed strange to Emaline that no one
noticed their presence. Within there were fine ladies and gentlemen and such
grandeur in furnishings as the Little Lame Princess had never seen.
Presently the little girl was dressed for the street, and with
the servant walked to and entered the coach, which had been driven up to the
gate. The driver cracked his whip and they started away.
"So she grows up to womanhood, the pampered 'darling' of
the rich," explained Emaline's guide. "Behold her as a woman!"
She turned and saw a beautiful woman come through the great
doors of this same palace, walk haughtily to the waiting coach, and enter and
drive away just as she had done when a little girl.
"Let us follow," murmured the guide.
They watched the coach driven swiftly through the streets, while
the poor and needy stood gazing in awe-stricken silence as she passed. On the
faces of some Emaline saw hate, and shuddered.
"And so through life she rides, neglecting the limbs God
gave her with which to walk. She has no sympathy for those who work and toil for
their daily bread. It is very sad. Now we will go home," said Emaline's
The next morning the Little Lame Princess surprised her mother
with this question:
"Mother, do you think we have ever lived here on earth
"Why, yes, dear. I believe we have, but why do you
"One of God's messengers showed me last night where I used
to live and why I am helpless now, and it is my own fault. Oh, mother! I am
going to be so good from now on," eagerly exclaimed Emaline.
"How strange," thought her mother, but she only hugged
her and said: "You have always been good, dearie," for she was used to
this odd little daughter.
So now as the summer days passed by, little Emaline sat by her
window and sang happily, watching the children, the birds, and the flowers.
Fingers were bound up, tears wiped away, and stories read to the children who
came, knowing they would find help and sympathy at the hands of their Little
Quick tears of sympathy sprang to her eyes as she sat by the
window one day and saw a bird with a broken wing fall to the ground under her
window. It was rescued by her mother, and together they bound the broken wing
and cared for the bird until it was well again.
One day there came a great physician to the town where Emaline
lived and hearing of the Little Lame Princess with the kind heart, he came to
see her. When he was seated in a big chair facing Emaline, he asked her in a
voice full of love and understanding just what it would mean to her to be able
"Oh, sir," she murmured, "I am very happy now
just as I am, but it would be wonderful to be able to walk. Then I could go
everywhere, helping the children who need help. There are so many, you
The physician's eyes were very tender as he looked at the little
girl, and he told her he would be back on the morrow.
During the night Emaline opened her eyes in wonder, for there by
her bedside stood a white robed figure.
"Be not afraid," said he, "I am the physician and
I have come as an Invisible Helper in my spiritual body to heal you. I can leave
my physical body as you see, but I shall return to it in the morning."
She fell asleep immediately and never woke up until morning.
Then she remembered what she had seen in the night, so she threw back the covers
and placed her feet gently on the floor and stood for a few minutes, afraid to
"I can walk," thought she. There seemed to be needles
and pins sticking in her feet but she reached out bravely and placed her hand on
the back of a chair for support. She took first one step, stopped, and then
another until she reached her chair by the window, where she sat down trembling
with excitement, and there it was her mother found her.
Wonder, unbelief, and joy struggled for expression on the
mother's face when she saw her sitting in her chair. Emaline soon convinced her
that she could walk, and with her mother's aid she practiced walking back and
forth from bed to chair until she grew tired and her mother advised her to rest
until the physician should come.
It was with a face glowing with love and thankfulness that she
related to the physician all that had happened since his departure the day
before, and how he had come to her during the night.
Great was the rejoicing when the news spread that the Little
Lame Princess could walk.