SO the Fisherman who had one time unbottled the Gente
whom Solomon the Wise had stoppered up concluded his
story, and all of the good folk who were there began clapping
their shadowy hones

“ Aye, aye,” said old Bidpai, “there is. much truth
in what you say, for it ts verily so that that which men
COU ote spe ye

His voice had been fading away thinner and thinner and
smaller and smaller—now tt was like the shadow of a voice ;
now it trembled and quivered out into silence and was

 

gone.

And with the voice of old Bidpat the pleasant Land of
Twilight was also gone. As a breath fades away from a
nurror, so had it faded and vanished into nothingness.

-L opened my eyes.

There was a yellow light—it came from the evening lanip.
There were people of flesh and blood around—imy own dear
people—and they were talking together. There was the
hbrary, with the rows of books looking silently out from thetr
shelves. There was the fire of hickory logs crackling and
snapping in the fireplace, and throwing a wavering, yellow
Light on the wall.

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