RESTORATION OF THE FOUNTAIN Saturday noon I went to the well and looked on a while.

Merlin was still burning smoke-powders, and pawing the air, and muttering gibberish as hard as ever, but looking pretty down-hearted, for of course he had not started even a perspiration in that well yet.
Finally I said: "How does the thing promise by this time, partner ?" "Behold, I am even now busied with trial of the powerfulest enchantment known to the princes of the occult arts in the lands of the East; an it fail me, naught can avail.

Peace, until I finish." He raised a smoke this time that darkened all the region, and must have made matters uncomfortable for the hermits, for the wind was their way, and it rolled down over their dens in a dense and billowy fog.

He poured out volumes of speech to match, and contorted his body and sawed the air with his hands in a most extraordinary way.

At the end of twenty minutes he dropped down panting, and about exhausted.