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"Oh,yes,indeed,"answered the Daemon."I am even now repenting that I assisted in your capture.Of course it is too late to remedy the evil that has been done;but repentance,you know,can come only after an evil thought or deed,for in the beginning there is nothing to repent of.""So I understand,"said Santa Claus."Those who avoid evil need never visit your cave.""As a rule,that is true,"replied the Daemon;"yet you,who have done no evil,are about to visit my cave at once;for to prove that I sincerely regret my share in your capture I am going to permit you to escape."This speech greatly surprised the prisoner,until he reflected that it was just what might be expected of the Daemon of Repentance.The fellow at once busied himself untying the knots that bound Santa Claus and unlocking the chains that fastened him to the wall.Then he led the way through a long tunnel until they both emerged in the Cave of Repentance.

"I hope you will forgive me,"said the Daemon pleadingly."I am not really a bad person,you know;and I believe I accomplish a great deal of good in the world."With this he opened a back door that let in a flood of sunshine,and Santa Claus sniffed the fresh air gratefully.

"I bear no malice,"said he to the Daemon,in a gentle voice;"and Iam sure the world would be a dreary place without you.So,good morning,and a Merry Christmas to you!"With these words he stepped out to greet the bright morning,and a moment later he was trudging along,whistling softly to himself,on his way to his home in the Laughing Valley.

Marching over the snow toward the mountain was a vast army,made up of the most curious creatures imaginable.There were numberless knooks from the forest,as rough and crooked in appearance as the gnarled branches of the trees they ministered to.And there were dainty ryls from the fields,each one bearing the emblem of the flower or plant it guarded.Behind these were many ranks of pixies,gnomes and nymphs,and in the rear a thousand beautiful fairies floated along in gorgeous array.

This wonderful army was led by Wisk,Peter,Nuter,and Kilter,who had assembled it to rescue Santa Claus from captivity and to punish the Daemons who had dared to take him away from his beloved children.

And,although they looked so bright and peaceful,the little immortals were armed with powers that would be very terrible to those who had incurred their anger.Woe to the Daemons of the Caves if this mighty army of vengeance ever met them!

But lo!coming to meet his loyal friends appeared the imposing form of Santa Claus,his white beard floating in the breeze and his bright eyes sparkling with pleasure at this proof of the love and veneration he had inspired in the hearts of the most powerful creatures in existence.

And while they clustered around him and danced with glee at his safe return,he gave them earnest thanks for their support.But Wisk,and Nuter,and Peter,and Kilter,he embraced affectionately.

"It is useless to pursue the Daemons,"said Santa Claus to the army.

"They have their place in the world,and can never be destroyed.But that is a great pity,nevertheless,"he continued musingly.

So the fairies,and knooks,and pixies,and ryls all escorted the good man to his castle,and there left him to talk over the events of the night with his little assistants.

Wisk had already rendered himself invisible and flown through the big world to see how the children were getting along on this bright Christmas morning;and by the time he returned,Peter had finished telling Santa Claus of how they had distributed the toys.

"We really did very well,"cried the fairy,in a pleased voice;"for Ifound little unhappiness among the children this morning.Still,you must not get captured again,my dear master;for we might not be so fortunate another time in carrying out your ideas."He then related the mistakes that had been made,and which he had not discovered until his tour of inspection.And Santa Claus at once sent him with rubber boots for Charlie Smith,and a doll for Mamie Brown;so that even those two disappointed ones became happy.

As for the wicked Daemons of the Caves,they were filled with anger and chagrin when they found that their clever capture of Santa Claus had come to naught.Indeed,no one on that Christmas Day appeared to be at all selfish,or envious,or hateful.And,realizing that while the children's saint had so many powerful friends it was folly to oppose him,the Daemons never again attempted to interfere with his journeys on Christmas Eve.

The End