There was once a shoemaker, who worked very hard and was very honest; but still he could not earn enough to live upon, and at last all he had in the world was gone, except just leather enough to make one pair of shoes. Then he cut them all ready to make up the next day, meaning to get up early in the morning to work. His conscience was clear, and his heart light, amidst all his troubles; so he went peacefully to bed, left all his cares to heaven, and fell asleep.
In the morning, after he had said his prayers, he sat himself down to his work, when to his great surprise and wonder, there stood the shoes already made upon the table. The good man knew not what to say or think of this strange event. He looked at the workmanship; there was not one false stitch in the whole job, and all was so neat and true that it was a complete masterpiece. That same day a customer came in, and the shoes pleased him so well that he willingly paid a price higher than usual for them, and the poor shoemaker bought leather enough with the money to make tow pairs more.
In the evening he cut out the work, and went to bed early, that he might get up and begin betimes next day; but he was saved all the trouble, for when he got up in the morning, the work was finished ready to his hand. Presently, in came buyers, who paid him handsomely for his goods, so that he bought leather for four pairs more.
He cut out the work again over night, and found it finished in the morning as before; and so it went on for some time—what was got ready in the evening was always done by daybreak; and the good man soon became thriving and prosperous again.
One evening about Christmas time, as he and his good wife were sitting over the fire chatting together, he said to her: "I should like to sit up and watch to-night, that we may see who t is that comes and does my work for me." The wife liked the thought; so they left the light burning and hid themselves behind a curtain that was hung up there, and watched what should happen.
As soon as it was night, there came two little naked dwarfs; they sat themselves upon the shoemaker's bench, took up all the work that was cut out, and began to ply with their little fingers, stitching, and rapping, and tapping away at such a rate that the shoemaker was all amazement, and could not take his eyes off them for a moment. And on they went busily till the job was finished, and the shoes stood ready for use upon the table. This was long before daybreak, and then they bustled away as quick as lightning.
The next day the wife said to the shoemaker, "These little dwarfs have made us rich, and we ought to be thankful to them, and do something for them in return. I am quite vexed to see them run about as they do; they have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold. I'll tell you what, I will make each of them a shirt, a coat, a waist-coat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain! You can make each of them a little pair of shoes."
The thought pleased the good shoemaker very much; and one evening, when all things were ready, they laid them on the table, instead of the work that they used to cut our, and hid themselves to watch what the little elves would do. About midnight they came in, and were going to sit down to their work as usual, but when they saw the clothes lying there for them, they laughed and were greatly delighted. Then they dressed themselves, in the twinkling of an eye, danced and capered, and sprang about as merry as could be, till at last they danced out of the door over the green, and the shoemaker saw them no more; but everything went well with him form that time forward as long as he lived.
The Elves and the Shoemaker
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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