Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-08-05

that I have made them in two ways:'
But Miramon, in his ivory tower
upon vraidex. knew only that his wish
had been granted, for Gisele had gone
just as a bubble breaks.
"And a good riddance, too," says
Miramon. He turned to Ninzian, that
smiling fiend. "why, did you ever see
the like Of such outrageousness!"
"Oh, very often" replied this Mn
zian, who too was married. Then MIN
zian asked. "But what will you do
next?"
Says Miramon, II shall wish to have
back the secret and the solace OF my
art"
But to Ninzian this seemed less OBJ
vious. "You may do that by releasing
the third bee. Yes, Miramon. you can
get back your art. but you will be
left defenseless against the doom which
is appointed. No, friend, by my ad-
vice you will employ the cantrap as
you at first intended, and will secure
for yourself eternal life by wishing that
Flamberge may vanish from this world
Of men," And Ninzian waved toward
tho, sword with which the Norns had
foreordained that Miramon Lluagor
must be killed by his own son.
The fallen wizard. answered, "Of
what worth is life If it breed no more
dreams?" And Miramon said also, II
wonder, Ninzian, just where is the
middle Of next week?"
Sleek Ninzlan spoke. secure in his
internal erudition. ut will fall upon a
Wednesday, but nobody knows whence.
Olybrius states that It is now In Aratu,
where all that enter are clothed lfke q
bird with wings, and have only dust
and clay to eat in the unchangins twd-
light"
"shs would not IKE that. She had
always a delicate digestion"
"Whereas AsiniuS Pohio suggests,
not unplausibly, that It waits beyond
Slid and Gjold, in the blue house Of
Nostrand, where Sereda herds the un-
born Wednesdays, under roof Of
plated scrpcnts-"
Dear me. now that would never
suit woman who had an almost morbid
aversion to reptiles"
"But Sosicles declares It is in
Xibalba, where Zipacna and Cabrakan
play at handball; and the earthquakes
are at nurse
"She would be none the happier
there. She does not care for babies,
she would not for one moment put up
with fractions young earthquake, and
would make things most unpleasant for
everybody. Ninzian'-and Miramonn
coughed-'Ninzian. I begin to fear l
have been a little hasty."
''It is the frailty of all you artists v
the fiend replied. ''In any event, you
have one wish remaining. and no more.
You can at will desire to have back
again the control of your lost magics,
or you can have back your wife to
control you"
yes" says Miramon, forlornly.
"And, indced,' the demon went on,
with that glib optimism reserved fol
the dilemmas of ones friends, "indccd
it is in many ways a splendid thing fol
you to have the choice clear cut. No
body can succeed alike at being ar
artist and husband. l hold no brie
tor either career, because tnlHk Una
9 art is an unreasonable mistress. and
, think also that wife is amenable t.
the same description. But / am GER
tain no man can serve both
NnIRAMON sighed. "That is true.
1Nl There is no marriage for the maker
of dreams, because he is perpetually
creating finer women than earth pro.
yides. The touch Of flesh cannot con.
tent him who has arranged the shining
hair of angels and modelled the breast:
of the sphinx. The woman that shares
his bed is there. of course, much as thu
blanket or the pillow Is there, and eaci
is an aid to comfort. But what ha!
S the maker Of dreams, what has tha
troubled being who lives inside the crea
/: ture which mirror reveals to him, tt
r do with women? At best. these ami.
r mails afford him models to be idealizet
e beyond the insignificant truth. some
b what rs l have made a soul -cOntentinl
e portent with only Il lizard to start on
q And at worst. these animals can liy'
r through no half hour without meddlini
a where they do not understand"
5 Now Mramon kept silence. He wa
i lingering the magic cOlors with which
n he blazoncd the first sketches of hi
dreams. Here was his white, whicl
, was the foam of ocean made solid, ant
!. the black he had wrung from the burned
e. bones Of nine emperors. Here was tn