A line of communication was set up between his cave and the city, and when wanted he was signalled for; then at a rush he would cross the plain, ready for any duty.
He helped the people of Ule in countless ways, from overwhelming the attacking force of the King of Unna, without the loss of a single man in the defending army, to lying on the plain in the heat of summer and casting a shadow in which picnic parties might have lunch.
Sometimes the Flamp came when the signal had not been set in motion; and then it was known that he was again in need of sympathy, and the children of the city, headed by Tilsa and Tobene, would run out into the plain to meet him and join in a game, or if it was at night, and he came within the walls, the house-holders would join in the song of welcome which the Poet Laureate of Ule had written for such occasions. And soon the Flamp would return to the mountains happy again.
The Christmas following the Understanding of the Flamp (as the establishment of these new relations was called) was a time of good fellowship, such as no Ulian had dreamed to be possible. Christmas at last really was Christmas. The Flamp as of old came down at evening, but this year no doors were barred, no blinds were drawn; instead he pa.s.sed from house to house throughout the city, looking in at the upper windows and receiving a welcome at each, and sometimes a piece of plum-cake, sometimes a packet of sweets, all of which pa.s.sed down his huge red throat. Is it necessary to say that his longest stay was at the nursery window of the Liglid"s house?
In fact Tilsa and Tobene, as you may imagine, were always the Flamp"s favourites, and every summer it was they, and they alone, who were honoured by an invitation to stay for a fortnight in the Blue Mountains, where they had such a holiday as falls to the lot of few children.
So did Ule, under the Flampian influence, become one of the happiest spots in the world, and strangers poured into the city every day to learn the secret of contentment.
The Ameliorator
_TO "EVERSLEY" AND ALL WITHIN IT_
I
THE CITY OF BIRDS
Once upon a time there was a city where the good people were under the protection of singing-birds of all kinds: nightingales, thrushes, blackbirds, robins, chaffinches, linnets. As you pa.s.sed through the streets the song of one at least of these little fellows was certain to strike pleasantly on the ear; for they would perch on the window-sills, or in the branches of the trees before the houses, and fling out their glad notes.
No money could buy the birds. It mattered not how rich a man was, if he were not merry at heart no bird"s voice could be his to gladden the hours with song.
Fugitives fleeing across the wide plain at night would, once within the gates of the city, pause a moment with raised finger, listening breathlessly. Then the still air would be filled with beautiful, consoling music, and "Hark," they would say, "the nightingale! A good man lives close by. Let us knock and ask protection." And travellers hearing a blackbird whistling gaily before a hostelry would know that within doors was brave cheer and jocund company.
Most of the children in the city had each a bird friend, and it was a sad day when the wings spread and the songster flew away, for that meant that in the heart of the child all was not well. Always, however, when the smiles came back, back came also the little feathered companion.
II
THE FOUR CHILDREN
Now this story is about four children in the city who were friends of the birds: Bertram and Beryl, Bobus and Aline. They were for the most part good children, but now and again they made up their little minds that they knew better than anybody else what was the best thing for them; and as it generally happened that their elders refused to take the same view, there came occasionally into their lives intervals of unhappiness when the whole world was most plainly doing its best to spoil their fun and treat them altogether badly. At least so it seemed in the eyes of Bertram and Beryl, Bobus and Aline.
And to those who had the care of Bertram and Beryl, Bobus and Aline, it was apparent one Monday evening that such an interval was about to begin. Bertram"s governess had the greatest difficulty in persuading that all-knowing boy that lessons were in the least desirable; Beryl"s mother having refused to buy her a new doll, and thus bring her store of dolls from fifteen to sixteen, could induce Beryl to fall in with no plans whatever; and the barometers of Bobus and Aline were unmistakably at "Set Sulks," because they too wanted something which was not good for them. Thus, one Monday evening, was it with Bertram and Beryl, Bobus and Aline.
III
THE NEW HOUSE
On the Tuesday morning that followed, the inhabitants of the City of Birds, when they came downstairs and began the business of the day, were astonished to find a new shop in the Market Square; astonished, because no one could remember either what the house was like before, or who had then lived in it, or indeed that there had been a house there at all--not even the house-agent, who felt more than a little annoyed in consequence, deeming himself defrauded of his just fees.
There, however, stood the house, leaving no room for doubt as to its existence. There it stood, spick and span, with white window-curtains tied up with red ribbons, and rows of flower-pots on the sills, and a shining bra.s.s handle and knocker on the door, and a dark blind in the shop window through which, howsoever noses might be flattened against the gla.s.s, nothing could be seen. Hanging out over the pavement was a quaint sign-board bearing the words
"THE AMELIORATOR."
And, to crown all, in the branches of the silver birch before the house a thrush was singing, while the swallows were already busy under the gable.
IV
THE BUSINESS CARD
At seven o"clock on the same morning, Bertram awoke. Had any observers been present they would have seen him turn over in bed, push his fists into the air and fight the sunshine which was streaming through the window, and then open his eyes and begin to remember where he was. Then they might have seen him yawn to a greater extent than so small a boy would seem to be capable of. It was when Bertram"s waking operations had reached this stage that he remembered what had happened last night: he had been naughty and had gone to bed early in consequence. But he wasn"t in the least sorry for it, not he, and his governess was a beast. These were his sentiments as he began to dress. "I shan"t wash this morning,"
he said to himself, "just to spite them."
It was just as he was turning to leave the room that Bertram caught sight of something white on the floor underneath the window. Picking it up, he saw that it was a card--a business card--which certainly was not there last night. "It must have blown in," he thought, and forthwith began to read it. This is what he read:--
THE AMELIORATOR
begs to inform the Children of the City of Birds that he has set up in Business in their midst, and is ready (although not eager) for their custom.
SAD FACES BRIGHTENED WITH THE UTMOST DESPATCH.
TEARS DRIED. DISAPPOINTMENTS RELIEVED.
SORROWS TURNED TO PLEASURES.
BAD GOVERNESSES PUNISHED.
HARD LESSONS MADE EASY.
UNREASONABLE PARENTS BROUGHT TO THEIR SENSES.
TEMPER REPAIRING IN ALL ITS BRANCHES.
_Business Hours_--When you wish.
TERMS EASY.
THE AMELIORATOR, Market Square, City of Birds.
The words seemed to Bertram too good to be true, and he read them again slowly. ""Sad faces brightened with the utmost despatch." "Tears dried."
That"s for girls of course," he remarked (but why he was so emphatic it is difficult to say, since it was only last night that----but that"s of no importance). ""Bad governesses punished." Hooroo! "Hard lessons made easy." Now this," said Bertram, "is the right kind of fellow, this A-M-E-L-I-O-R-A-T-O-R, this Ameliorator!" and so saying, he pushed the card into his pocket and looked out of the window to whistle good-morning to his robin. But the bird was not there. His face fell again. "Pooh," he said, "they"re all against me now, but I don"t care,"
and as he walked downstairs to breakfast, he made up his mind to be thoroughly fractious.