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Yet all the while she grew side by side with him, keeping pace with his years. And on his fifteenth birthday, when his parents took him out into the country and, in the sunshine there, revealed his secret, she was indeed a companion to be proud of–neat of figure, trim of ankle, with masses of waving hair; but whether blonde or brunette could not be told; and, alas! she had no eyes to look into.

“My son,” said they, “the world lies before you. Only do not forget your parents, who conferred on you this remarkable shadow.”

The youth promised, and went off to a showman. The showman gladly hired him; for, of course, a magic shadow was a rarity, though not so well paying as the Strong Man or the Fat Woman, for these were worth seeing every day, whereas for weeks at a time, in dull weather or foggy, our hero had no shadow at all. But he earned enough to keep himself and help the parents at home; and was considered a success.

One day, after five years of this, he sought the Strong Man, and sighed. For they had become close friends.

“I am in love,” he confessed.

“With your shadow?”

“No.”

“Not with the Fat Woman!” the Strong Man exclaimed, with a start of jealousy.

“No. I have seen her that I mean these three days in the Square, on her way to music lesson. She has dark brown eyes and wears yellow ribbons. I love her.”

“You don’t say so! She has never come to our performance, I hope.”

“It has been foggy ever since we came to this town.”

“Ah, to be sure. Then there’s a chance: for, you see, she would never look at you if she knew of–of that other. Take my advice–go into society, always at night, when there is no danger; get introduced; dance with her; sing serenades under her window; then marry her. Afterwards–well, that’s your affair.”

So the youth went into society and met the girl he loved, and danced with her so vivaciously and sang serenades with such feeling beneath her window, that at last she felt he was all in all to her. Then the youth asked to be allowed to see her father, who was a Retired Colonel; and professed himself a man of Substance. He said nothing of the Shadow: but it is true he had saved a certain amount. “Then to all intents and purposes you are a gentleman,” said the Retired Colonel; and the wedding-day was fixed.

They were married in dull weather, and spent a delightful honeymoon. But when spring came and brighter days, the young wife began to feel lonely; for her husband locked himself, all the day long, in his study–to work, as he said. He seemed to be always at work; and whenever he consented to a holiday, it was sure to fall on the bleakest and dismallest day in the week.

“You are never so gay now as you were last Autumn. I am jealous of that work of yours. At least,” she pleaded, “let me sit with you and share your affection with it.”

But he laughed and denied her: and next day she peered in through the keyhole of his study.

That same evening she ran away from him: having seen the shadow of another woman by his side.

Then the poor man–for he had loved his wife–cursed the day of his birth and led an evil life. This lasted for ten years, and his wife died in her father’s house, unforgiving.

On the day of her funeral, the man said to his shadow–“I see it all. We were made for each other, so let us marry. You have wrecked my life and now must save it. Only it is rather hard to marry a wife whom one can only see by sunlight and moonlight.”

So they were married; and spent all their life in the open air, looking on the naked world and learning its secrets. And his shadow bore him children, in stony ways and on the bare mountain-side. And for every child that was born the man felt the pangs of it.

And at last he died and was judged: and being interrogated concerning his good deeds, began–

“We two–“–and looked around for his shadow. A great light shone all about; but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, she had passed before him, and his children remained on earth, where men already were heaping them with flowers and calling them divine.

Then the man folded his arms and lifted his chin.

“I beg your pardon,” he said, “I am simply a sinner.”

There are in this world certain men who create. The children of such are poems, and the half of their soul is female. For it is written that without woman no new thing shall come into the world.