But the fairy dance went on and on. The others swept to and fro and round and round, but the little hunchback danced always on the violets, and through the other music there could be plainly heard, as it crept in and out, the mournful cadence of those tenderer flowers. And, with the music and the dancing, the night faded into morning. And all at once the music ceased and the little folk could be seen no more. The birds came from their nests, the brook began to bestir himself, and the breath of the new-born day called upon all in that quiet valley to awaken. So many years have passed since the old poet, sitting under the three lindens half a league the other side of Pesth, saw the fairies dance and heard the fairy music,--so many years have passed since then, that had the old poet not left us an echo of that fairy waltz there would be none now to believe the story I tell. [Illustration: Bar Music] Who knows but that this very night the elves and the fairies will dance in the quiet valley; that Little Sorrowful will tinkle her maimed feet upon the singing violets, and that the little folk will illustrate in their revels, through which a tone of sadness steals, the comedy and pathos of our lives? Perhaps no one shall see, perhaps no one else ever did see, these fairy people dance their pretty dances; but we who have heard old Robert Volkmann's waltz know full well that he at least saw that strange sight and heard that wondrous music. And you will know so, too, when you have read this true story and heard old Volkmann's claim to immortality. 1887. THE END. FOOTNOTES: [1: The music arranged by Mr. Theodore Thomas.] +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | Transcriber's note: | | | | Page 75 'frowardness' changed to 'forwardness' | | | | Page 219. 'her' changed to 'here' | | | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ End of Project Gutenberg's A Little Book of Profitable Tales, by Eugene Field