Now were the fickle monks tempted of the Fiend, and they wrought with their abbot unceasingly by beggings and beseechings that he would construct a bath; and when he was become aweary and might not resist more, he said have ye your will, then, and granted that they asked.
Now mark thou what 'tis to forsake the ways of purity the which He loveth, and wanton with such as be worldly and an offense.
These monks did enter into the bath and come thence washed as white as snow; and lo, in that moment His sign appeared, in miraculous rebuke! for His insulted waters ceased to flow, and utterly vanished away." "They fared mildly, Sandy, considering how that kind of crime is regarded in this country." "Belike; but it was their first sin; and they had been of perfect life for long, and differing in naught from the angels.

Prayers, tears, torturings of the flesh, all was vain to beguile that water to flow again.

Even processions; even burnt-offerings; even votive candles to the Virgin, did fail every each of them; and all in the land did marvel." "How odd to find that even this industry has its financial panics, and at times sees its assignats and greenbacks languish to zero, and everything come to a standstill.

Go on, Sandy." "And so upon a time, after year and day, the good abbot made humble surrender and destroyed the bath.

And behold, His anger was in that moment appeased, and the waters gushed richly forth again, and even unto this day they have not ceased to flow in that generous measure." "Then I take it nobody has washed since." "He that would essay it could have his halter free; yes, and swiftly would he need it, too." "The community has prospered since ?" "Even from that very day.