The Glenwood post., 1924-02-28


Miramon Lluagor had very wonder
fully prospered at magic; he was as
they say, now blessed with more than
any reasonable person would ask for,
and the most claimant of these SUPER
f1uities appeared to him to be his wife.
They tell how Miramon was one OF
the Leshy. born of people that was
neither human nor immortal, telling
how his home was builded upon the
summit of the mountain called vraI-
dex. Here in the old days dwelt Mira.
mon Lluagor. at n discreet remove
from the prudishness of men and the
disreputable amours of the High Gods.
retiredly in his Doubtful Palace;
wherein, as they report ALSO this wiz
ard designed the dreams for sleep.
His taste was for the richly roman
tic. But his wife Gisele had quite
other notions, a whole set of notions,
and her philosophy was that of bel.
ligerent individualism. And the wiz
ard, to keep peace, at least in the in
tervals between his wife's more NOR
dainty loquacious moments, would de-
sign such dreams as Gisele preferred
But he knew that these dreams did
not express the small thoughts and
fancies which harbored in the heart
of Miramon Lluagor, and which would
perish with the falling of his doom
unless he wrought the fancies into
dreams that, being fleshless, might
evnde carnivorous time. And Mira.
mon hungered for the lost freedom of
his bachelorhood
His wife also was discomfort, be
cause the ways of the Leshy appeared
to this mortal woman Indecorous. The
doom that was upon the Leshy seemed
not entirely in good taste to her who
had been born OF race about whom
destiny did not bother; in fact, 1t was
continual irritation to her that her
little boy Demetrios was predestinatt
to kill his father with the charmed
sword Flamberge. This was doom
which Madame Gisele found not at all
the sort of thing you cared to have
imminent in your own family and she
felt that the sooner the gray Norns
who weave the fate Of all that live
were spoken to quite candidly, the bet.
ter 1t would be for everybody con.
cerned.
She was irritated by the mere sight
Of Flamberge. So her thinking waf
not Of silk and honey when, after pol.
ishing the sword as was her usage
upon Thursday morning, she came into
Miramon's ivory tower to hang the
weapon In Its right place. With Mira.
mon sat that sleek person whom mer
called Ninzian. It was not known to
all Of Ninzian's friends that he was an
evil spirit who had come out Of the
Bottomless Pit to work iniquity; but
MlramOn Lluagor knew this, ana there.
fore he made appropriate use Of the
demon, and indeed upon this very
afternoon the two were looking al that
which Ninzlan had procured for the
wizard at price.
"Good-day to you. Sir Ninzian," says
Madame Gisele, politely enough. And
then she spoke, in different tone, tc
Miramon Lluagor. "And with what
are you cluttering up the house nowr
"Ah, wife," replies Miramon, these
are the bees Of Toupan, treasure be
yond woAd or thinking. They are no
as other bees, for theirs is the appear
ance Of shining ice; and they craw
fretfully, a. they have crawled since
Toupan's downfall. about this cross Of
black stone"
THAT Is . very likely story for yot
to be telling me, who can see that ths
disgusting creatures have wings tt
fly away with whenever they want to
And besides. who In the world !,
Toupanr' r-r ss-
HE ID nobody In this world, wife