Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
_The sign hung on a pole, and on it was painted a picture of Mother
Goose with her gray gander._
_It was to the Inn I wished to come._
_I floated on, and I would have floated past the Inn, and perhaps
have gotten into the Land of Never-Come-Back-Again, only I caught
at the branch of an apple-tree, and so I stopped myself, though the
apple-blossoms came falling down like pink and white snowflakes._
_The earth and the air and the sky were all still, just as it is
at twilight, and I heard them laughing and talking in the tap-room
of the Inn of the Sign of Mother Goose--the clinking of glasses,
and the rattling and clatter of knives and forks and plates and
dishes. That was where I wished to go._
_So in I went. Mother Goose herself opened the door, and there I
was._
_The room was all full of twilight; but there they sat, every
one of them. I did not count them, but there were ever so many:
Aladdin, and Ali Baba, and Fortunatis, and Jack-the-Giant-Killer,
and Doctor Faustus, and Bidpai, and Cinderella, and Patient
Grizzle, and the Soldier who cheated the Devil, and St. George,
and Hans in Luck, who traded and traded his lump of gold until he
had only an empty churn to show for it; and there was Sindbad the
Sailor, and the Tailor who killed seven flies at a blow, and the
Fisherman who fished up the Genie, and the Lad who fiddled for the
Jew in the bramble-bush, and the Blacksmith who made Death sit in
his apple-tree, and Boots, who always marries the Princess, whether
he wants to or not--a rag-tag lot as ever you saw in your life,
gathered from every place, and brought together in Twilight Land._
_Each one of them was telling a story, and now it was the turn of
the Soldier who cheated the Devil._
* * * * *
_“I WILL tell you,” said the Soldier who cheated the Devil, “a
story of a friend of mine.”_
_“Take a fresh pipe of tobacco,” said St. George._
_“Thank you, I will,” said the Soldier who cheated the Devil._
_He filled his long pipe full of tobacco, and then he tilted it
upside down and sucked in the light of the candle._
_Puff! puff! puff! and a cloud of smoke went up about his head, so
that you could just see his red nose shining through it, and his
bright eyes twinkling in the midst of the smoke-wreath, like two
stars through a thin cloud on a summer night._
_“I’ll tell you,” said the Soldier who cheated the Devil, “the
story of a friend of mine. ’Tis every word of it just as true as
that I myself cheated the Devil.”_
_He took a drink from his mug of beer, and then he began._
_“’Tis called,” said he_--
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The Stool of Fortune
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