TWILIGHT LAND

from head to foot, and with a snowy beard at his chin
as white as winter snow.

The fisherman’s wife stood gaping and staring at the
strange figure, but the old man in red walked straight
into the hut. “Bring your nets, fisherman,” said he,
“‘and come with me. There is something that I want |
you to catch for me, and if I have luck I will pay you for
your fishing as never fisherman was paid before.”

“Not I,” said the fisherman; “I go out no more this
night. I have been fishing all day long until my back is
nearly broken, and have caught nothing, and now I am
not such a fool as to go out and leave a warm fire and a
good supper at your bidding.”

But the fisherman’s wife had listened to what the old
man had said about paying for the job, and she was of a
different mind from her husband. “ Come,” said she,
“the old man promises to pay you well. This is not
a chance to be lost, I can tell you, and my advice to you
is that you go.”

The fisherman shook his head. No, he would not go;
he had said he would not, and he would not. But the
wife only smiled and said again, “ My advice to you is
‘that you go.”

The fisherman grumbled and grumbled, and swore that
he would not go. The wife said nothing but one thing.
She did not argue; she did not lose her temper ;_ she
only said to everything that he said, ‘‘ My advice to you
is that you go.”

At last the fisherman’s anger boiled over. “ Very
well,” said he, spitting his words.at her ; “if you will drive
me out into the night, I suppose I will have to go.” And
«then he spoke the words that so many men say: “ Many

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