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The night was dark and stormy, the waves bellowed and lashed at the shore like an army of infuriated beasts; but Körg heeded it not, only clutched his bread and pudding, and walked on with a white despairing face.
The great estates to Klaus; the treasures of the sea Körg shall know, to-night!" And, with a hand-wave, the elf led the way over the rough cliffs, Körg mutely following. He paused at the base of a hillock, shaped like a horseshoe a spot which Körg knew well a place of rocks, reefs, and general ill-report. "The time is favorable," muttered the little man, "my children are hungry, to-night."
Hard as life often seems it may be even harder; and so bitterly realized Körg when, nigh on to one merry Christmas-tide, an accident deprived him of his strong right hand, thereby cutting off forever his slender means of livelihood. There was but one resource, and, with crushed spirit Körg betook himself to his elder brother to crave some mercy for his starving babes.
Körg, bewildered, could not yet yield simple faith. He clutched desperately his bread and pudding. He found no joyful words. The little man frowned scathingly on the gift of Klaus, then burst into a scornful laugh. "It is always thus, friend, with the money elves; they deal niggardly, even at the full. But, care not, since this meagre chip will prove to you a barter for millions. Follow me!
But " and here the little man paused, a shudder quivered through his frame, and he continued, solemnly "remember, that by no hand but yours can it be controlled. Guard it carefully, for the day you part with it your portion shall be ashes, and mine annihilation." When Körg dared lift his eyes the elf had disappeared. Rahel sat at home with the children, weeping.
And, turning to Körg, he continued: "Take the gift of Klaus and go down into the sea. A crowd will swarm upon you, as persistent and voracious as any in this upper world. Ask for the wonder-mill, and sacrifice your treasures only in its exchange. I will await you here." A spell immediately enwrapped the senses of Körg.
"I am here," he said, "to see the famous wonder-mill that blesses the house of Körg." There was a simplicity about the old tar that completely dismantled Körg. With less than ordinary caution he brought forth the mill, and displayed it, in all its phases, before his astonished guest. "It is a clever trickster," finally he quoth. "I wonder if it could grind so common a thing as salt."
Körg was not slow to recognize a geist; his knees shook, and he dared not utter a word. The elf looked down upon him half displeased, yet chuckling merrily withal. "You have nothing to fear from me," he continued, sweetly. "I am the guardian of the honest poor. This night I come to reveal to you a secret, which, rightly used, will bestow upon you riches, life-lasting and unlimited."
"You bring no bread to our starving babes, and yet you laugh," she said. "Oh, Körg! Körg! trouble has made you mad!" Still chuckling he slipped the wonder-mill from beneath his coat and said, softly: "Hush, Rahel! A geist has been with me to-night. I have brought endless fortune from the depths of the sea."
"Korg!" exclaimed the professor disdainfully, "korg is heavy gombared with this. This is the lighdesd solid known. Loog ad this." The professor lifted the plate of metal out of the water, and, wiping it dry very carefully with his silk pocket-handkerchief, held it suspended, flat side downwards, between his finger and thumb.
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