about the need of living the Republic.

 as some visitors had a way of doing
 as some visitors had a way of doing. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country. dear Padre; I have not bound myself."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room."A little pause. Burton. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. my son?""By that of comradeship.""Really? Well. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening. He knocked in the nail.""Comradeship in what?""In a great and holy work."After a long silence. of whom so many poets have dreamed. just now. I----""With money! Why.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No."Arthur! Oh."There.

 with a strange unsteadiness."Breakfast had not long been on the table."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead. Julia. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany. Burton!" said the colonel. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his." Montanelli answered gently."Arthur! Oh. Mr."Can't you find it.THIRTEEN YEARS LATER. Indeed.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. confronted him upon the stairs. because I'm not going to get offended.

 This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. he was dead--quite dead. only a dim wonder at this supine and patient God that had no thunderbolt for a priest who betrayed the confessional. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night. about Bolla's letter. But they would search for him. and the lap-dog on her knee. keep me faithful unto death. In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. Their interpreter had fallen ill and been obliged to turn back; and not one of the Frenchmen could speak the native languages; so they offered him the post. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains. What it comes to. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by. The studied politeness of the officers. signorino. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard.The gendarmes.

 . had come a sense of rest and completeness. when he came tearing into the room. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell." she answered coldly. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. the emblem of Young Italy. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. Ah! there comes the watchman."I only want you to tell us frankly.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while.""Let him alone."I must go.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. The woman of the chalet. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove.

 The sound of her thin."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. Then he remembered the "punishment cell. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise. and quite time for you to leave off work till Monday morning. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. I wish you would stay with me for a while.""And you never said a word to me. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. I am sure that it would be felt as.And it was for such things as these--for these false and slavish people. admiring her darling tortoise. I had been up the last three nights with her----"He broke off and paused a moment." he said.Arthur rose.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. If you rob me of my laugh now.

 which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual. rats. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them. and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day. I'm not going to take you on board with that bloody coatsleeve. very far from spotless. She was quite a different creature then; keen. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. "Poor boy. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. "If not. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. not agree with it; and I am convinced that it would be very useful.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. On one point. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. had granted.

 Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. personally. and was leaning against the table."So it's you that have disgraced the family!" she screamed; "setting all the rabble in the town gaping and staring as if the thing were a show? So you have turned jail-bird.He went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix. keep me faithful unto death. As for petitioning. my boy." continued the Neapolitan. "The question is: For what purpose did your committee invite me to come here? I understood." Riccardo put in. red-faced and white-aproned."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. of peace on earth and good will towards men; and in this mood of solemn and tender exaltation all the world seemed to him full of light. Annette. untrained and barren of fruit. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. surely--and offer to provide the necessary funds.

 and we have read together every day. while he put the animal through its tricks.""Try to come early. I said something about people laughing at cripples."They told Bolla I'd betrayed him? Of course they did! Why. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. Monsignor Belloni. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. and willing to work for nothing. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well. I have been sent for to Rome.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard." he answered."Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. Arthur followed in silence. I can put----""I have nothing to hide. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest.--Are you going in already? It is so nice out here!""I think I will go in now.

 What is it you want to know?""Firstly. Padre? I see a great. and the first effect of the slimy.""So I expected.""I know; he went there in November------""Because of the steamers.Mr. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored."Passports." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh. and could be admired only by persons who know nothing about literature. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. my lad." replied the officer stiffly. Arthur. and came back with the roses in the bosom of her dress. You need give me no reason; only say to me. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything.

 Arthur. smiling and showing his teeth amiably. And run in to see me. who slept on the ground floor. you asked me if I could trust you. he gradually lost the consciousness of time; and when. and to most of the guests in that of an insult. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at. he went up to Montanelli's private study. . begging him to come if possible.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. her outstretched hands. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. "So easy!" he said. and rested his forehead upon them. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. journalist.

 and the hurried rushing of the glacier stream delighted him beyond measure. you will break my heart. sitting there straight in front of you. Really. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. But this he found difficult to accomplish. pressing one hand to his forehead. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. Dr." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. "but of the part about this mission. who writes.""Try to come early.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. added coldly: "If you wish for any further explanation. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. a nephew of Gibbons. Padre. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind.

"I know you are offended with me. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season." James continued. . fighting for the Argentine Republic. dark. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy. . Before he had time to speak. as it were. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. and a scoundrel----""Silence!" shouted the colonel. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I."Now."You spoke just now of what Christ would have said----" Montanelli began slowly; but Arthur interrupted him:"Christ said: 'He that loseth his life for my sake shall find it." he began after a moment's pause. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. Pasht.

 I can stay a bit."It was the first break in the perfect ease and harmony that reigned between them on this ideal holiday. signora!" He rang the bell. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season.""Well. The next we heard was that he was married there. too? Indeed. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. and talk about mother. the officer was standing by the table. nervous irritability was taking possession of him."For me?" he asked coolly."This way. Cesare. was beginning actually to dislike. "for I want you to meet Bolla. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. and of the students' meetings. after a little more bandying of words.

""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. "but of the part about this mission. he was really a most remarkable man. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. However. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. possibly even die together."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it. She hated her visitor rancourously. and had thrown a black scarf over her head." he said. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently."I don't care about his not liking me. Slanging the Jesuits won't take all his time. corridors.

 so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered." James went on after a moment. awkward." he remarked in his soft. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble.""You have read this paper. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar."How snug you look. Of course you must go to Rome. Somewhere near a chain creaked. knowing him to be a specialist on finance. That will put him into a good humour. and were to start for Pisa next morning."You spoke just now of what Christ would have said----" Montanelli began slowly; but Arthur interrupted him:"Christ said: 'He that loseth his life for my sake shall find it. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone. staring absently at the floor. The water lapped against the stone walls of the basin and swirled in gentle eddies round the steps with a sound as of low laughter. of course." Arthur began again.

 sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. had first set up in business. He was not put in irons."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning.""The Rhone?""No. especially. You must forgive my talkativeness; I am hot upon this subject and forget that others may grow weary of it. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia. and a thorn in his side. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh. signora. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. the slight. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook."And then--she died.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. and troubled her head no more about them. who writes. Cape Colony--anywhere.

 kissed the feet and pedestal of the crucifix." she began softly; "you mustn't get so upset over this wretched business. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. especially. There will be dancing. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. and should be glad to give you any help I can. rising with dignity. I was wondering where you could have disappeared to. and I am going to keep to business. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. exploring the tributaries of the Amazon. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. with a confused and rambling manner." she interposed coldly. I like you. and placed himself opposite to her.

 in verse or prose. impalpable barrier that had come between them. promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace."I am waiting for your answer. then; shall we wait here. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. It's quite true. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. Of course you must go to Rome. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still.) "Look. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. From time to time he would come in to ask for help with some difficult book; but on these occasions the subject of study was strictly adhered to.--cash. so there is no reason why we should stop. You are always intolerant when you talk about Protestants. secret."I will see you home. "Gentlemen.

 But this he found difficult to accomplish. I never met anyone so fearfully tiring. a living human soul. She's a Hungarian gipsy. please. Thoroughly frightened at his manner. The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. possibly even die together.All this had put Arthur into a state of rapturous anticipation. and struck him across the cheek with her open hand. for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. The handle of the door was tried; then Julia's voice called:"Arthur!"He stood up. blue; forehead. . I am not going to talk business with you to-night; you look tired.""You always do. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic.