Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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When the messenger from Olympus showed himself so opportunely, the
servants of earthly Justice and the wine-colored dispenser of
abominable beverages were, as in duty bound, seized with sudden terror.
They abandoned their victim and fell with all the signs of deep
contrition upon their knees, while the Flying Pigeon relieved himself
of his fetters and began to ascend the narrow path that leads to
heaven, with all the swiftness and agility which had won such honor
for his name and reputation. When he had gone up half-way he knelt
down before the heavenly apparition, who had beckoned him on with
unceasing waving of the flag, rose to his full height and made there,
far above the earth and all earthly fear, a gesture towards his
conscience-stricken pursuers, which is universally understood upon the
earth. Loud applause and cheerful laughter accompanied the humorous
artist up to the very heavens, where the genius handed him the flag,
crowned him with the wreath, and then disappeared once more in the
branches. Mr. John Cotterby then returned to the stage, where the
constables had in the meantime learnt to appreciate the value of the
ideal and of the divine nature of art, and now received him with deep
bows, while the red-nosed landlord yielded to the impulse of the
moment, and with most praiseworthy repentance tore the enormous bill
from end to end, thus giving the spectators a comforting assurance that
the Flying Pigeon was, at least for the present, safe against all
attacks upon his freedom.
The performance was at an end. The generous landlord, who now appeared
in the character of manager of the company of artists, alone remained
behind on the stage, and in his epilogue promised the nobility and
highly-cultivated public of Fichtenau and the surrounding country on
the next day a far more splendid representation. The audience dispersed
very suddenly, for a suspicious ringing of money on tin plates reminded
them suddenly of a duty which the ungrateful among the spectators did
not hold themselves bound to perform, while many grateful admirers
regretted deeply their inability to prove their gratitude.
Nevertheless the majority of those unable to pay were still honest
enough to allow the unwelcome plate to come quite near to them, and
those who were not kept by honesty remained from curiosity to find out
how the genius who dwelt in the branches of oak-trees might look when
seen near by. For it was Apollo's own messenger who deigned to make the
collection for the benefit of his children upon earth.
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