. Luttrell of Arran. f them were red,and some black, and some golden, and between every page ofprint there was a sheet of white paper without anythmg on examined it well, and at last concluded it must havebeen some old monkish chronicle, and that the blank pages wereleft for commentaries on it. At all events, it could have no in-terest for him, as he couldnt read it, and so he put it down outhe hearth tUl he wanted it to burn. It was close on midnight, and nothing but a few dying emberswere on the hearth, and no other light in the dreary room, when hetook up the old chronicle, and te
. Luttrell of Arran. f them were red,and some black, and some golden, and between every page ofprint there was a sheet of white paper without anythmg on examined it well, and at last concluded it must havebeen some old monkish chronicle, and that the blank pages wereleft for commentaries on it. At all events, it could have no in-terest for him, as he couldnt read it, and so he put it down outhe hearth tUl he wanted it to burn. It was close on midnight, and nothing but a few dying emberswere on the hearth, and no other light in the dreary room, when hetook up the old chronicle, and tearing it in two, threw one half ontlie fire. The moment he did so the flame sprang up bright assilver, lighting up the whole room, so that he could see even the oldcobwebs on the ceiling, that had not been seen for years andyears, and at the same time a delicious music filled the air, andthe sounds of childrens voices singing beautifully; but, strangestof all, in the very middle of the bright fire that now filled the. //■6 ■a^/.-. XnE DINNER IN THE SCncOL-EOOM, 171 whole hearth, there sat a little man with a scarlet cloak on him,and a scarlet hat and a white feather in it, and he smiled verygraciously at OMoore, and beckoned him over to him, hutOMoore was so frightened and so overcome he couldnt stir. Atlast as the flames got lower, the Uttle mans gestures grew moreenergetic, and OMoore crept down on his knees, and said, Do you want anything with me. Sir ? Yes, Garret, said the little man, I want to be your friend, andto save you from ruin Uke the rest of your family. You were wrongto burn that book. * But I couldnt read it, said Garret; what use was it to me ? * It was your own life, Garret OMoore, said the little man, and take care that you keep the part you have there, and study itcarefully. It would have been better for you if you had kept thewhole of it. And with that the flame sprang brightly up for a second or two,and then went black out, so that OMoore had to grope
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