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 BERMONDSEY BOOK<br />
from the audience , it swelled to a roar as they called his name and<br />
louder still as there came no response.<br />
"Let him dance to-morrow night!" The ladies cried, and the men<br />
shouted "Encore! At last the Weaver has given us something newj let's<br />
see him again."<br />
But the little dwarf did not appear. When they went to look for<br />
him he was nowhere to be found. The Weaver had left the hostel too,<br />
but to his disappearances, so rapid and so unexpected, they had grown<br />
accustomed. In vain they searched the main streets and the alleys, the<br />
houses and even the steeple tower—hollo how they might, their<br />
plaything had eluded them.<br />
Out into the night, dazed and amazed, he rushed, away from the<br />
laughing throng, from the shouts of applause and the clapping of<br />
hands. Another moment and it had seemed as if the very walls would<br />
fall upon him and stifle him. His silk coat was wet with the perspiration<br />
of his terror, the lace at his throat choked him and his feathered hat<br />
weighed as heavy as lead. Only to escape, be free once more to wander<br />
at will and call the little bit of him that was his soul his own! Where<br />
was the forest now, his doublet and hose and the ever-merry bells?<br />
He must find the high-roads and go back to them. The Stranger had<br />
lied j he was very, very miserable.<br />
Running blindly, he knew not whither, he came upon the gates of the<br />
City and beyond them the road gleamed white and straight. Like a<br />
shadow of the night, he crept unnoticed past the f ortressed walls to take<br />
the path that led him, as by instinct, to the well-remembered haunts.<br />
Until the dawn he trudged, nor stopped for bite or sup upon the way.<br />
As the first pale streaks of light lit the eastern sky the dark lines of the<br />
forest loomed upon his left and with a weary sigh he sank upon the<br />
grass by the roadside to wait half-waking, half-sleeping, till the sun<br />
had risen red behind the trees.<br />
As the warm rays shone down in silver shafts upon thesleepingearth,<br />
the little dwarf rose, feeling strangely old and sad, and made his way to<br />
where, in the heart of the forest, the gloom was deepest and the peace<br />
was whitest. In days gone by he had sat here, listening to the secrets the<br />
wind told the leaves, or blowing the hours away in down from a dande-<br />
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