Once upon a time, a blonde, blue eyed lass named Colette was preparing to marry Stan, her childhood sweetheart. But on the very day of her wedding, she vanished! Old Roger, her father, who thought, incidentally, that Colette could do much better, felt this social humiliation very keenly. A whole days' paid entertainment now gone to waste! But Stan and the old man agreed to a truce and set out to look for her.
After a few hours, Old Roger thought he heard his daughter's cries for help away off in the hills. Not stopping to tell poor Stan, he ran as quickly as he could in that direction. There he found Colette, still in her wedding dress, covered in silver ornament from head to foot! Her father then understood that she had been taken by the gyants to be the bride of a particularly lanky and strong bodied specimen. They had dressed her in silver as her bride-price.
Old Roger was much pleased with this new match, and did all in his power to encourage the union. Poor Stan did not learn until it was too late that his dear Colette was now forever lost to him. Old Roger grew rich from his new relations, but did not live long in the enjoyment of it, as dissipation and luxury ran its course. And as for Stan, he wandered the hills, hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of his Colette. She stayed ever young and golden as he grew old and grey.