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Illustrator: Florence Liley Young
THE STORY-TELLER
by MAUD LINDSAY
ILLUSTRATED BY FLORENCE LILEY YOUNG
BOSTON
LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
Published, August, 1915
BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
Judith Winston Sherrod
in whose joyous company I journeyed
INTRODUCTION
It was a glad day in the olden time when the Story-Teller came to cottage or hall. At Christmas, or New Year; when the May-pole stood on the village green; or the chestnuts were roasting in the coals on All-hallows eve; come when he would, he was always welcome; and if, when he was least expected, he knocked at the door, what joy there was!
Many were the miles that the Story-Teller had traveled, and many were the places where he had been; and many were the tales he had to tell of what he had seen and what he had heard in the wide world.
Sometimes his voice was deep and sweet as the organ in church on Sunday; and sometimes it rang out clear as a bugle; and sometimes as the tale went on he would take the harp which was ever by his side, and touching it with skilful fingers, would weave a gay little song or a tender strain of music into his story, like a jeweled thread in a golden web.
All the children gathered around him, sturdy Gilbert and rosy Jocelyn, roguish Giles and slender Rosalind, eager for a story. Mother and father drew near, and in the background stood the servants, smiling but silent. Oh, everything was still as the house at midnight as the Story-Teller began his magic words: "Once upon a time."
Perhaps the story brought with it laughter, or perhaps a tear, but Life, said the Story-Teller, is made up of smiles and tears; and the little ones, listening to him, learned to rejoice with those whose joy was great, and to mourn with the sorrowful; and were the better and not the worse for it. And so in due time grew into noble men and good women.
It is many and many a year since they lived and died; but still--knock, knock, knock--the Story-Teller comes with his harp and his story to every child's heart to-day.
Open the door and let him come in, give him a seat by the fire and gather close about him. And then you shall hear!
MAUD LINDSAY.
THE STORIES
THE TWO BROTHERS
THE JAR OF ROSEMARY
THE PROMISE
THE PLATE OF PANCAKES
LITTLE MAID HILDEGARDE
THE APPLE DUMPLING
THE KING'S SERVANT
THE GREAT WHITE BEAR
THE SONG THAT TRAVELED
THE QUEST FOR THE NIGHTINGALE
THE MAGIC FLOWER
THE LIONS IN THE WAY
She took the little prince in her arms and kissed him
The harper was happier than a king as he sat by his own fireside
Something seemed to whisper to him: "Stop, Karl, and eat"
Yes, there they came!
She saw an apple-tree as full of apples as her plum-tree was full of plums
One of them took it in his mouth, and so brought it safely to Hans
"A bear!" cried the tailor
She leaned on the fence that divided the two
Straight to the Enchanted Wood they went
While she was watching and waiting, the flower burst into bloom
When he had come to the lions he found that they were chained
THE STORY-TELLER
THE TWO BROTHERS
Once upon a time there lived two brothers, who, when they were children, were so seldom apart that those who saw one always looked for the other at his heels.
But when they had grown to manhood, and the time had come when they must make their own fortunes, the elder brother said to the younger:
"Choose as you will what you shall do, and God bless your choice; but as for me I shall make haste to the court of the king, for nothing will satisfy me but to serve him and my country."
"Good fortune and a blessing go with you," said the younger brother. "I, too, should like to serve my country and the king, but I have neither words nor wit for a king's court. To hammer a shoe from the glowing iron while the red fire roars and the anvil rings--this is the work that I do best, and I shall be a blacksmith, even as my father was before me."
So when he had spoken the two brothers embraced and bade each other good-bye and went on their ways; nor did they meet again till many a year had come and gone.
The elder brother rode to the king's court just as he had said he would; and as time went on he won great honor there and was made one of the king's counselors.
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