Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
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THE LAST WISDOM<br />
could see. He stopped, amazed , such a sight was indeed new. Where<br />
and to what did this gleaming ribbon lead? So there were other worlds<br />
beyond that of the forest, and,, perhaps, creatures too as wise or wiser<br />
than the jackdaw!<br />
At that moment a shadow darkened the way and into view there<br />
came the figure of a man, tall and thin, with grey hair and flowing<br />
beard. Over his shoulder was a tattered cloak and in his hand he carried<br />
a staff. His face was weather-beaten and wrinkled, but his eyes were<br />
of the blue that belongs to eternal youth. When he had come abreast<br />
of the thicket where the little dwarf crouched, he paused, and, sitting<br />
down on a heap of stones, took from his wallet some bread and cheese.<br />
As he ate, two black eyes watched him anxiously, first with af right, then<br />
with a growing curiosity. At last from the tangled hiding-place the<br />
dwarf emerged. Creeping to the stranger's side, he touched him on the<br />
arm. The bells tinkled warningly upon his cap and the man looked<br />
round.<br />
"Why! What have we here?" He cried in a voice that was full and<br />
musical. "Here's a curiosity to whet the most jaded appetite! And<br />
what brings you here, my little fellow? I thought the last of your sort<br />
were dead and buried these many years."<br />
Saying which he set the trembling little monster upon his knee and<br />
regarded him with interest. From his lofty perch the dwarf looked<br />
back and, seeing that no harm befell him, he presently took courage and<br />
began to tell his new friend of the forest whence he had come and the<br />
wonders that he found there. He whispered to him how the bluebells<br />
Sn springtime got their blue, of the place where the butterflies kept<br />
their wings and where to reach the "rainbow's end" in April showers.<br />
All this and more he told him and when he had finished the Stranger<br />
replied:<br />
"Little Fool, I like you. I come from a world where the people are<br />
dull and tired. They have forgotten the mysteries of which you speak<br />
and are wise only in their own conceits. They call me the Weaver of<br />
Eternity. Through my fingers their days run out like the quicksands on<br />
the shore and fall as foam upon the ocean wave. Yet I love this wayward<br />
folk and long to bring them happiness again, such happiness as<br />
they knew when they were children and have since forgotten. Will<br />
you come with me and share my task? You shall have gold and fine<br />
raiment, sweet food to eat and pleasures without end. Such luxury as<br />
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