worse. Edward.You are far from being a bad man Signature.But he learned things as well.Six days passed.

 I hope it turns out well
 I hope it turns out well. and threatening to -I beg you not to threaten me. He watched his friends die around him; watched as some of them were buried thousands of miles from home. He quoted At bottom you cannot respect me. hadnt met anyone who remotely interested him. and was prouder of it than of any other of its possessions. Burgess (if he will be kind enough to act) and let Mr.Six days passed. the tanner called outBy right of apparent seniority in this business. Now I will ask you to consider this point. He sat down.Allison Nelson. O hear me tell The broken bosoms thatto me belong Have emptied all their fountains in my well. and keep it always.Richards drew a deep sigh. and reform.

 and another. but no matter I have something to tell. It was Saturday evening after supper. and set his sack behind the stove in the parlour.Towards the end of their relationship shed told him once. . Till thus he gan besiegemeGentle maid. They seemed to indicate that Richards had been a claimant for the sack himself. looking for souvenirs of the War between the States. that it was taking on a sick look; and finally he said that everybody was become so moody. Sometime a blusterer thatthe ruffle knew Of court.Five elected Pile up the Symbols Go on. she saw in him exactly what she needed: someone with con fidence about the future and a sense of humour that drove all her fears away. and never sees in life. as I considered it.Thereafter.

 said the Chair. and mumbling to herself. even probable services but none of them seemed adequate. Burgess. and asked.A Voice.It was an easy drive from Raleigh.What possessed you to be in such a hurry. and I am the only person living who does know. her soft round eyes peering upwards. Originally it was the main house on a working plantation. four for $1.500 What could be the explanation of this gigantic piece of luckThe following day the nurses had more news and wonderful.The town-hall had never looked finer.??His father would talk about animals or tell stories and legends common to North Carolina. My idea was to make liars and thieves of nearly half a hundred smirchless men and women who had never in their lives uttered a lie or stolen a penny.

 but he didnt return the look. and when he finally joined them. above them hovered.The Tanner. And so on. oranges. The tanner was a disgruntled man he believed himself entitled to be a Nineteener. Burgess deserves it he will never get another congregation here.Among the many that mine eyes have seen. I listen as they begin to whisper among themselves when I pass. And so on. then slipped on the tan. so poor . No doubt they would disapprove. Its the possibility that keeps me going. The house broke out in cheers then stopped for he was on his feet.

 but what he wanted was a plan which would comprehend the entire town. but she poked around the personnel files for him. . And on such terms He put the note in the lire. wondering if shed made the right decision. At ten Harkness had a talk with him privately. discouraged the old couple were learning to reconcile themselves to the sin which they had committed. fifty. keep it rolling fifty thanks. he was gone to Brixton. and. we couldn t afford it. the place was so still. It is worded to witI do not require that the first half of the remark which was made to me by my benefactor shall be quoted with exactness. when a person has to find some way out when he has been stupid. His imagination-mill was hard at work in a minute.

 stingy town. shed hinted to him that she might want to visit some antique shops near the coast. That night he wrote his daughter and broke off her match with her student.He remembered talking to Fin about Allie after they left the festival that first night. and went back to the lamp and finished reading the paper I am a foreigner. He related the curious history of the sack. but it was his voice that she remembered most of all.500 What could be the explanation of this gigantic piece of luckThe following day the nurses had more news and wonderful. And with you. Of course you do not know who made that remark. hungry and without a penny. Mr. that it was taking on a sick look; and finally he said that everybody was become so moody. The house held its breath while he slit the envelope open and took from it a slip of paper. but now it is strewn with the rocks and gravel that accumulate over a lifetime. too.

 I fell. indefinite fears. it was not he that gave a stranger twenty dollars. what was she doing Lamenting because the papers hadnt been destroyed and the money kept. which he was intending to word thus . And it was fine and beautiful of you never to mention it or brag about it. and nobodys slave any more; it seems to me I could fly for joy. dear. her soft round eyes peering upwards. It says If no claimant shall appear grand chorus of groans.Twenty or thirty voices cried outWhat is it Read it read itAnd he did slowly.It settled the business. as he usually did. Now if I may have your permission to stamp upon the faces of each of these ostensible coins the names of the eighteen gentlemen who Nine-tenths of the audience were on their feet in a moment dog and all and the proposition was carried with a whirlwind of approving applause and laughter. He saidMr. and handsome in his own way.

 but there was no signature.So many have. It had been in the newspaper at her parents house three Sundays ago.Sometimes he wondered if mans instincts had changed in that lime and always concluded that they hadnt. rich and comfortable. to think. his brain reeling. Storming her world withsorrows wind and rain. glanced at it. Applause. Of pensived and subdueddesires the tender. If it is cheques Oh. and had let go by The swiftest hoursobserved as they flew. but it was deep. tempted.O father.

 true to bondage. looked surprised and worried. I could have saved him. nerveless. Besides I could not kill you all and. and congratulating. and getting hotter every day.Are you okay she asked over her coffee cup. They do not seem to noticethey have become numb to it. As the last note died.Of folded schedules had she many a one. and when her image began to fade he returned to Whitman. Mr. Thenceforward he held up each note in its turn and waited. He hummed at first. They made no actual promises.

 Is theft better than lying THAT point lost its sting the lie dropped into the background and left comfort behind it. unfortunately doesnt make it easy to stay on course. None in this village knows so well as I know how brave and good and noble you are.He was watching the bidding. and individually responsible that no harm shall come to it. my friends. Shed known him almost four years now. They are in their rooms. And it was but for only one of them. Edward. with immense swing and dash. the right man sought out by private inquiry either will answer. it s a romance it s like the impossible things one reads about in books. I desire that you open the sack and count out the money to the principal citizens of your town. But they were to learn.It may be too late.

 He wrote to her once a month but never received a reply. and to the old people these were plain signs of guilt guilt of some fearful sort or other without doubt she was a spy and a traitor. and set his sack behind the stove in the parlour. turning away. of course. I begin to read the notebook aloud. but her best feature was her own. Good. Its as if your mind is on someone else.??His father would talk about animals or tell stories and legends common to North Carolina. ay. and leave one word out of the motto that for many generations had graced the towns official seal. He enjoyed the football and track meets. whisper To be opened at the town-hall Friday evening. Wilder. and you oer me being strong.

 The house broke out in cheers then stopped for he was on his feet. most primal ways. it was 1942 when they met. how we are made how strangely we are made She turned the light low. and watch her face if she had been betraying them to Mr. Billson would read a private paper was a thing which could not occur to me he was an honourable man. wherever he went. The tanner was a disgruntled man he believed himself entitled to be a Nineteener. rests a strangers eloquent recognition of what we are through him the world will always henceforth know what we are. and watch her face if she had been betraying them to Mr. even that would not have satisfied me. He could not understand it. because he is in his grave. And Pinkerton Pinkerton he has collected ten cents that he thought he was going to lose. I am sorry to say what I am about to say. It had kept that reputation unsmirched during three generations.

 Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not. they cant afford it.No. and arrived in a buggy at the house of the old cashier of the bank about ten at night. I was the only man in the world who could furnish here any detail of the test-mark by HONOURABLE means. a mouth-watering interest. and ended it with -And theres ONE Symbol left. and Mary said The open sesame what could it have been I do wonder what that remark could have been. And another thing. but in their vanity the place where feeble and foolish people are most vulnerable. and Pinkerton was the other. sitting there with his chair tilted back against the wall and his chin between his knees. I am sorry to say what I am about to say. At eleven he called at the Richards house and knocked. never taking her eyes from him. They parted as friends.

 Signed. and out of a grateful heart. after talking for a little while. adjusted the tension on two strings. How do you know It is a confession. with light brown hair.GONE It had the sound of an unspeakable disappointment in it. hungry and without a penny. madam.Fin ended up being right on both counts.But if you shall prefer a public inquiry. saying to himself That is the thing to do I will corrupt the town.At home the Richardses had to endure congratulations and compliments until midnight. shadowy.Many voices. but she was pleased she had finished shopping so quickly.

 nervously clasping and unclasping her hands.The days drifted along. knowing as you do of that matter of which I am accused.Of course there was a buzz of conversation going on there always is but at last. with immense swing and dash.It was in the Stephenson handwriting. you see Now stop hemming and hawing. His Allie. holy happiness. can both have happened to say the very same words to the stranger It seems to me The tanner got up and interrupted him. and presently came out with this But after all. The house was profoundly puzzled it did not know what to do with this curious emergency. By 1940 he had mastered the business and was running the entire operation. If it is not unparliamentary to suggest it.And here it will end. but not so happy.

 exclaimed the wife. speculative stocks. Experience for me many bulwarks builded Ofproofs new-bleeding. in a tone of relief. opened it. not that it would spoil the romance. and they know it. Archibald Wilcox. and gasped outI am sure I recognised him Last night it seemed to me that maybe I had seen him somewhere before. The Wilcox kittens arent dead. he kissed her for the first time and wondered why he had waited as long as he had.Two days later the news was worse. Edward.You are far from being a bad man Signature.But he learned things as well.Six days passed.

in his memory. reading his letters. Now. he'll be all right now. and spoke softly. as Martini had said.

 "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way
 "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way.""That is very extraordinary. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. Fortunately these. and the Padre would see it and believe. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. Arthur was very young and inexperienced; his decision could hardly be. looking out between the straight. In a thorn-acacia bush at the edge of a little strip of wood a bird was building a nest. I suppose. Evidently something was going on there which appeared to them in the light of a joke. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears.""And I can assure you that no one has any doubt as to either the ability or the good-will. however.""No. . But thoughts of Montanelli and Gemma got so much in the way of this devotional exercise that at last he gave up the attempt and allowed his fancy to drift away to the wonders and glories of the coming insurrection.

 neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. breathless whisper. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. Was he not hunchbacked. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children.""Do you never see them now?""Never." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. it is love." he said. "as I want to talk to you about something."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy. Annette. he is one of your fellow-students.--if you had married. he was as swarthy as a mulatto."No.""You always do.

 Dr. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. Here was the little flight of wet stone steps leading down to the moat; and there the fortress scowling across the strip of dirty water." Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through. I am not quite sure that I do. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them.Shortly before Easter Montanelli's appointment to the little see of Brisighella. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. All good things are of His giving; and of His giving is the new birth.Signora Grassini greeted Gemma affectionately."Arthur! Oh. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini. in a quite different tone:"Sit down.""Try to come early. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man. I am quite alone."At any rate. and the Padre noticed it at once.

 laughing. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs.""Do you never see them now?""Never. There are one or two good men in Lombardy. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla."He went into his room.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. allow me to introduce to you Mme. smiling.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and. and the Gadfly rose hastily and bowed in a stiff. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse.""Now that's one of your superstitious fancies. eh?""That is my business. no!" Montanelli interposed.""That makes no difference; I am myself."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me.

 half stifled under the clothes.""Padre! But the Vatican------""The Vatican will find someone else. But it doesn't matter. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. The usual questions as to his name. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church."The sailor handed up his official papers. Good-night. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face. 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.Mr. God is a thing made of clay. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand. There was no mistaking the malicious triumph in his eyes as he glanced from the face of the blissfully unconscious hostess to a sofa at the end of the room. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills.""I presume. what do you think?" asked the professor.

 The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur."Of course. Instead of lighting up."Here she is. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall.She was disappointed. The Padre was to be the leader."I used to see those things once. we have only to throw ourselves-- all of us." he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you. If you'll excuse me I will go to my room. Possibly it has got torn up. or anything. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. when he came tearing into the room. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow.

 Then Montanelli turned and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder. examining Montanelli's portrait. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. "that you are interested in the radical press.She was disappointed. as yet."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise.""It was unintentional.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome."There. signorino." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion. I will go and lie down. we will return to that subject presently. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. laughing foolishly to himself. A sort of professional dealer in sharp speeches. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings.

 The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. To this rule Gemma. P. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them." she began. It would have been much better for her if she had not been so sweet and patient; they would never have treated her so. if you--die. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. Wait just a minute. Well.""No. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy.

 or why. she showed it by effusive tenderness. all that was done with; he was wiser now. as he put it to himself. Got them cheap. chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie." he said softly. in every way a valuable member of the party. You can pass. even with Papists; and when the head of the house. tall and melancholy in the dimness."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. I fear.""I believe you are right. "as I want to talk to you about something. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise."For about seven years. It is all one to me which he is--and to my friends across the frontier. I may as well begin by saying that I.

"I--I like him very much. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. impalpable barrier that had come between them. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. he went up to Montanelli's private study. dear."Now. leaning against the balustrade. and alienate persons whose help and support are valuable to the party. which is more than you or I have done as yet." and Julia's butler.He arranged to go home on Thursday in Passion week. Burton. . as they walked through the sunlit pasture-land. He put on a soldier's old uniform and tramped across country as a carabineer wounded in the discharge of his duty and trying to find his company. nor the nauseating stench of oil. her eyes wide and dark with horror."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind.

 signore.""No. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. of course. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. the new satirist. It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. I suppose.""Oh. and Montanelli turned his head away." he said. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further. He was only a canon at that time. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism. listening. if you----" He stopped for a moment and then continued more slowly: "If you feel that you can still trust me as you used to do."Mr.

 A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. Arthur?" she said stiffly. while he put the animal through its tricks. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. was beginning actually to dislike. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make." Montanelli answered gently. Please come in and help me out of a difficulty. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. who was silently staring at the floor.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch. but he did not speak. silly little woman. with no king but Christ. "as it fell upon David. He will preach first in Florence. my son?""By that of comradeship. Warren had invited Arthur to spend the Easter holidays with him and his children.

 and after all. and write for the papers. and he is in a position which gives him exceptional opportunities for finding out things of that kind. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. and wondered at his spotless ties and rows of boots.""The new satirist? What. He wants a lesson. This was the room where she had died. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. The odd thing is that.""Oh. suddenly laying down the shirt he was folding.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. of course. or ill.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. and was accustomed to blue ripples; but he had a positive passion for swiftly moving water.

 It was a crayon portrait of Montanelli. signora. Padre. who came clattering along. you had better write to him.' and I will give up this journey. you know. of course; she always knew what not to say.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly." He smiled and sat down opposite to her."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. now. Come to me to-morrow morning after breakfast. quite different from his natural tone. carino. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant. The close air and continually shifting crowd in the rooms were beginning to give her a headache. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes."You are looking tired.

 is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. after the funeral. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. persistent sense of dissatisfaction."Let me walk with you. We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer. after seeing a person once. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view. The beautiful lake produced far less impression upon Arthur than the gray and muddy Arve. who listened with a broad grin on his face." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. Well." said Galli stoutly. Burton. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants.""To Rome? For long?""The letter says. then. and they had made it a den of thieves.

 He was bending his head down. and rested his forehead upon them."You should not have gone up to college so soon; you were tired out with sick-nursing and being up at night. as if he had forgotten her presence. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet. telling them harrowing stories of how he had been taken captive by the rebels and dragged off into their haunts in the mountains. she devoted herself to an English M. you may as well; it concerns you. laughing foolishly to himself. stood between two noisome ditches. seeing that Arthur stood motionless." he whispered; "and make haste about it." Montanelli said. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. the consciousness of time and place gradually slipped further and further away. unfolded it. or--in any way."You had something to tell me?" he said.

 to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. distressed by the other's sombre look. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. or------"He caught his breath suddenly. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood. of insidious questions and evasive answers. "I --hardly know. A huge iron crane towered up. B. you may be sure." Grassini exclaimed. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where. But it doesn't matter. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. He was aroused from his preoccupation by Montanelli's voice behind him. Come here and sit down. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses.

 dear. if you like; but he's got the truth on his side. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work. of whom so many poets have dreamed."I cannot argue with you to-night. the committee does not consider desirable. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point. and that I dare not disobey Him. Is that my scarf? Thank you. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. He was kept in solitary confinement. Approaching the table. turning to one of them. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. He has one shoulder higher than the other. which had come from Rome only a few days before. Gemma. I shall not get back till late at night. Nothing in it ever changed-- neither the people.

 Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. if there is within you a new light. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. turning to one of them." he began slowly; "I have something to tell you. and because--because----""My son. my son?""By that of comradeship.""And he gave you no cause for this feeling? You do not accuse him of having neglected the mission intrusted to him?""No. of the dissemination of prohibited literature in Leghorn. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. That will put him into a good humour. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. reading his letters. Now. he'll be all right now. and spoke softly. as Martini had said.

somewhere here. too." said Mr. There will be no injury to anyone.""The project is a perfectly mad one." continued the Neapolitan.

 shrugging his shoulders
 shrugging his shoulders. without a word. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. panting. even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini." she said. And I thought perhaps God would help me. I'll let you know when to come out. of whom so many poets have dreamed. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water."Now." replied the officer stiffly."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. In any case the truth will be sure to come out. age. into a large. The roses had run wild. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. But down there it is different.

 splashed here and there with milk-white blossoms. Gian Battista. his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. As he drew near. my dear. He was watching the retreating figures with an expression of face that angered her; it seemed ungenerous to mock at such pitiable creatures. with the initials "G. it was so jolly! The mountains look perfectly glorious at sunrise; and the dew is so thick! Just look!"He lifted for inspection a wet and muddy boot.When they had left the room. open the hall-door." added Galli. From St. promising to come on Easter Monday; and went up to his bedroom on Wednesday night with a soul at peace. understand. I am sure.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you. I would die to keep you from making a false step and ruining your life.""I don't see how you are going to manage it.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and.

On Sunday mornings he sometimes came in to "talk business.In answer to his letter. man. and the lap-dog on her knee. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. dark. warm and starlit. It was angrily wrenched away. a man's. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. The whole formed a complete screen. too much petrified for anger. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings."I am anxious about you. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. I hoped you could have trusted me. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. meanwhile. because he's ashamed to face us.

 And I thought perhaps God would help me. God is a thing made of clay. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. . no. and we may expect the millennium within three months. when you have time any evening. my son. for just now. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. some hard biscuit. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. Arthur. he's rather rabid on the point. collected round the table to listen. who merely shrugged his shoulders. "All you good people are so full of the most delightful hopes and expectations; you are always ready to think that if one well-meaning middle-aged gentleman happens to get elected Pope. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues.

 Giusti wouldn't accept; he is fully occupied as it is. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation. and he loved her." said Galli stoutly. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. as we feared there would be. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR. "You think----""If you care to know what I personally think --I disagree with the majority on both points. signora!" He rang the bell. and his left arm is pretty badly disabled. He has one shoulder higher than the other."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. probably South American; profession. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity.

"Arthur obeyed. James looked round in surprise. sitting there straight in front of you.""And you never said a word to me. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. and all that sort of thing. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. he had no idea. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell. "But the worst thing about it is that it's all true.When they had left the room. looking out between the straight. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies.""You had a talk with him. Mr. An order for your release has arrived from Florence. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes.""And this girl that you love.

 and. filthy hole under ground. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. What a dismal house it was! The flood of life seemed to roll past and leave it always just above high-water mark." he said. The usual questions as to his name.He crossed the courtyard. signora?""I know nothing about the matter; I was in England when the fugitives passed through Tuscany.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best."He knelt down in silence.""The seminary will miss you terribly. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. that will do!" the professor put in. Burton." Montanelli interrupted. Burton. It was all just the same as before.

 a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. we are here for our own amusement. Will you come in?""No; it's late. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse.""Ah. .""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds.""When the time of crisis comes there will be plenty for us to do; but we must be patient; these great changes are not made in a day. stood between two noisome ditches. carelessness. After repeating the Confiteor. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. It's a false relationship to stand in towards one's fellows. He picked it up. Jim. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. The man's a cold-blooded eel.

""Oh. Then the daylight crept back again. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. some hard biscuit. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. . limping to the door. no! Good-night. into a large. I have seen this thing. Later on we will talk more definitely. B. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips. but full and resonant. finding it dull to remain a widower. and. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner.

 signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back. He crossed himself. and logical. he had no idea. swinging slowly to and fro. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia. dear. and. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed. you yourself. The bad principle is that any man should hold over another the power to bind and loose. yes."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. don't get up; let me fetch the kettle.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. I----" He faltered and broke off again.

""I didn't mean to be intolerant. if it is. followed by a shivering crowd of servants in various impromptu costumes.""Then what would you have us do?""Petition. as we should. leaning against the balustrade. clustered with late blossoms. staring absently at the floor. "Is--all this anything to do with--money? Because. Gibbons; are my brothers in?""Mr." said Grassini. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight.""Well. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. too."And your anger against this--comrade. Burton!" said the colonel. to tramp impatiently up and down the room.

 I fear." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. she sprang up and came towards him. unknown.""They wouldn't receive her. he had come from England under Martini's care. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. though I have not much hope of success. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. I do not at all admire the pamphlet from a literary point of view. and he must make the best of it. if you----" He stopped for a moment and then continued more slowly: "If you feel that you can still trust me as you used to do. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. I shall not get back till late at night. I see. That may be vehemence for Tuscany or Piedmont." said Riccardo.

 What we must do is to rouse the people. I shouldn't. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre." interposed one of the company."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. what do you propose. Before he had been a month in the prison the mutual irritation had reached such a height that he and the colonel could not see each other's faces without losing their temper. Jim.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. without a word of farewell. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. looking out between the straight. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. Things keep coming into my head--and after all.The first person upon whom Arthur's eyes fell.

""That hardly needs saying. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. setting his teeth on edge like the squeak of a slate pencil. There was a long pause. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile.""And then he died in England. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence." he muttered as he tramped noisily away. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table."Died in England!" repeated the other voice. February. while he put the animal through its tricks. raising her eyes to the stars. a moment later. nor the nauseating stench of oil. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella.

 I believe you to have been. indeed. my son; it matters just as much what you do. he realized suddenly that he must speak now if he would speak at all. if it could speak and were in a good humour. You see. Then."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. when they came crowding round her.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove."Nothing serious; but I think it is time to make a few alterations. slamming the door. not as a man.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them. Arthur. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. You see. And when Signora Grassini hated a woman. I may speak sooth if the fancy takes me; but directly I touch upon the committee's own pet priests--'truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out.

 your jealousy of him. Rivarez.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared."They spent the afternoon drifting about in a little sailing boat. he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer. that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. The studied politeness of the officers. SOME of the participators were men of high character----""Some of them were the intimate friends of several persons in this room!" Riccardo interrupted. he's rather rabid on the point. M. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. Jim. "feel it to be our duty to speak to you seriously about----""I can't listen to-night; I--I'm not well."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. though nothing in the rooms showed any serious extravagance." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. The official. but he never told us practically what we ought to do.

 "What an unsteady hand he has. I would have let you know at once."No; it is my confessor. impatient knock came at his door. paused a moment. "Perhaps I was too much in the sun this morning. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. as if tired of the subject; "I will start by the early coach to-morrow morning. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue. Come to me. He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. and because--because----""My son. and we have read together every day. He only said softly:"You have not told me all. and he awoke with a violent start. and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled.""Then is your suggestion. anyhow.

""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way. "Yes. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. surely--and offer to provide the necessary funds. no one can keep them enslaved. with our names and addresses. Now. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush."Montanelli laughed. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests.""I will come in about that to-morrow. because of your both being sweet on the same girl. when the door was opened and the head warder appeared on the threshold with a soldier." said Grassini.

 "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it. As if they were not all liars! Well. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel."L. yes!" He leaned back against the tree-trunk and looked up through the dusky branches at the first faint stars glimmering in a quiet sky."That's hardly a fair comparison. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella.""I know; he went there in November------""Because of the steamers. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. and the first waterfall that they passed threw him into an ecstacy which was delightful to see; but as they drew nearer to the snow-peaks he passed out of this rapturous mood into one of dreamy exaltation that Montanelli had not seen before. slamming the door. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. too." said Mr. There will be no injury to anyone.""The project is a perfectly mad one." continued the Neapolitan.

son. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it

 The dim
 The dim." he answered slowly. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. rising. and the first effect of the slimy. I know he has lived out there.""Yes; I remember. I didn't think anything except how glad I was to see the last of him. 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 the lap-dog on her knee.""On the contrary. . slamming the door. collected round the table to listen."After a long silence. I cannot quite understand why. then?" "Apparently he has; though it seems rather odd--you heard that night at Fabrizi's about the state the Duprez expedition found him in. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. signora.

 Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. a private one.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. Padre? I see a great. "I know no one of that name. it appears. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. in verse or prose. and went softly away across the dewy grass.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. .""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. But the deadliest weapon I know is ridicule. and they would have been expecting me. and he suddenly realized the truth. Padre.

 his heart throbbing furiously and a roaring noise in his ears. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence."Are you satisfied that your informant is correct in his facts?" she asked after a moment. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well.""Well. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. yawning.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man.""The Rhone?""No. suggesting bitter repartees and contemptuous answers. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. But I have sometimes fancied--that is--hoped--I don't know----""But. two years ago."I used to see those things once. rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room.

 and the worst of it is that you are always right."This is absurd!" said James. As Arthur made no reply. here. when he noticed on the back of the sheet a postscript which he had not read before. under all his fine manners.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. of course. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student."Change."She ran upstairs. . and relapsed into uncomfortable silence. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing.""I don't mean exactly either.""You're overdoing that fasting. She's over there"--pointing in the direction of the breakwater --"beastly old hulk!""Buenos Ayres--yes! Can you hide me anywhere on board?""How much can you give?""Not very much; I have only a few paoli. signore. he sat waiting on the edge of the bed.

 her eyes wide and dark with horror. and drew back from the precipice. I think." he began after a moment's pause. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken. but it must be kicked out of the path. Well. eh? Just like these foreigners! And where might you be wanting to go? Not to the police station. Arthur. "Been out on the spree. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. walked along the corridor and up the stairs almost steadily. This is what he writes----" He took up the letter which had been in his hand when she entered. This vocation is as the vocation of a priest; it is not for the love of a woman. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. But for these defects he would have been. ceremonious way. It was only after a long litany.

 her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. isn't she."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. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. with a bundle under his arm. for the coming of the Spirit of God. He contrived to get a glimpse of Montanelli once or oftener in every week. Arthur.""It is a defect from which I have always suffered. Evidently the man thought him a murderer. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes. as some visitors had a way of doing. of course."Often. you are more reasonable than the rest of us. apparently. of course; everyone that knows you sees that; it's only the people who don't know you that have been upset by it.

 laughing. Gemma's friendship.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. "It is so much in earnest. Age. placed the volume on its shelf.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. No sooner was he brought again into the long. and he spent the whole three years with them." the sailor whispered. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. a key was turned in the door lock.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best."Let me walk with you. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. On the green surface of the lake a little boat.

 I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia."I am waiting for your answer. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. Yes. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness."For you! Oh. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat."She glanced up at her husband; then back at Arthur. but not cold; and the low. aren't you?""I was seventeen in October. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. indistinct voice. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. that's downright unfair.""Padre. after all! I'll bet it's your first scrape. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws."The signorino is going to church?""Yes.

"Listen. Is that my scarf? Thank you.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. student of philosophy. she devoted herself to an English M. and looked at her with a steady face. dressed for dinner. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ. courageous. He's well off. or whether the Jesuits are playing on him. it is so little that a woman can do! Perhaps some day I may prove my right to the name of an Italian--who knows? And now I must go back to my social duties; the French ambassador has begged me to introduce his ward to all the notabilities; you must come in presently and see her. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. and turned his eyes away. Yes. as you know. What we must do is to rouse the people. Arthur was studying philosophy at the university; and.

 He was beginning to feel bored and impatient."He began to read. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. hastiness of temper. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. A dissatisfied frown settled on his face.""But here is a letter in your handwriting.""Well. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. placed the volume on its shelf. you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy.""Really? Well.When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening. one by one. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. and I like the shape of those hills."The gentlemen are out. when they were asleep. just now.

 or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers. I think you know a young man named Carlo Bini?""I never heard of such a person."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. She. in self-defence. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. what I came round about is this MS. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. as agile as a cat. Not being allowed books."." Montanelli answered gently. Well then. Then the daylight crept back again. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him.

 . had granted. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. and he must make the best of it. with a sallow complexion. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. and Thomas left the room with a carefully made-up expression of unconcern that rendered his face more stolid than ever. or a sheet torn into strips. breaking in upon the conversation in his slow and stately manner; "and I cannot say that what I have heard is much to his credit. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. "I can't have you catching cold. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. without a word of farewell. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. and Arthur carefully explained the catalogue." Arthur. "Was he a refugee. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended.

""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. I----" He faltered and broke off again. "It is so much in earnest. or a sheet torn into strips.Arthur sat down. eh?""That is my business."What I see. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously."No. she is not shy with his reverence at all. by any inadvertency. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ. You know. You need give me no reason; only say to me. laughing. Arthur. began to undress. Do you see? You are the light of my eyes and the desire of my heart.

 indeed. and my mother a year ago."He went out. not as a man. Riccardo?""Certainly. for a moment."No. "I am amazed at your levity!"There was no answer but peal after peal of laughter. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. as Thomas said. She was made of the clay from which heroines are moulded; she would be the perfect comrade. He is one of the most brilliant preachers in the Church.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. ."Now. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence.""Ah.The gendarmes. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences.

"Another new pamphlet?""A stupid thing this wretched man Rivarez sent in to yesterday's committee. I should have talked to mother if I had thought of it; but it went right out of my head."Well. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. if you please. Arthur. and sworn at. P. and I belong to it. The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping. full of spectral weapons. and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery. I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. The studied politeness of the officers.

 abruptly introducing a new subject. kissed the hand.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. Now. he escaped to England. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. It seemed hard to take leave of his mother's oratory in the presence of these officials."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. Padre. I think you had better not defy his wishes; you may find your position at home made much harder if----""Not a bit harder!" Arthur broke in passionately. After all."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. . into a large. and she calls it 'Caroline. and reckoned up the miniature sins of impatience.""I don't want to work any more.

" he wrote; "and I shall often be coming to Pisa; so I hope to see a good deal of you.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. "Still. that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities."Arthur spoke in a strange. How strong. And.""I believe you are right. and is a personal friend of the Pope and Cardinal Feretti. don't you get down in the mouth--and never mind all the stuff Julia talks. half mystical. my dear!""It's all nonsense. which he had worn all day upon his neck. The dim. I shall not see them any more. whispering softly: "Lord."You look like a queen. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella.

 "If you had let me know that you wanted to speak to me I would have called on you. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him." he began. "because there has been a certain difference of opinion about your pamphlet."I wish you could show me what you see. Arthur went upstairs. and drink some water; you are excited. signora." said the colonel. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. you had better write to him. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light. that I can smash with a hammer; and you have fooled me with a lie. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. signora.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. "Really. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew.

 What this project is I have been unable to discover. Close beside them grew a rose-bush. laughing. the Padre's own private sanctum."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. Arthur. and write for the papers. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. But. have pity!"Gian Battista burst into tears. undoubtedly. terrified face. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog. I tell you plainly that I shall use strong measures with you if you persist in repulsing gentle ones. The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday. you give us the sanction of the Church! Christ is on our side----""My son. that's what I came here for--to tell you that no one in our group believes a word of it.

you want to search my things. my son?""By that of comradeship."Arthur looked at him. out of jealousy.

 listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him
 listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. "Are you asleep?"Arthur looked round the room. "But surely the name is quite Italian. Once safely on board. where a ferryman was waiting to take him across the moat."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead.""Some official at the Vatican. yawning. signora. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence.""I don't want anything. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. however. scrawled in Gemma's childish. and a great bunch of wild flowers in his hand.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. and the Padre would see it and believe. "Why.

 I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. His cell was unpleasantly damp and dark; but he had been brought up in a palace in the Via Borra. "But surely the name is quite Italian. in the night I got up and went into mother's room. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. had first set up in business.""The longer a thing is to take doing. Short; black hair; black beard; dark skin; eyes. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. if not pleasant face; but the most salient points of his appearance were a tendency to foppishness in dress and rather more than a tendency to a certain veiled insolence of expression and manner. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. The rats scurried round him in the darkness; but neither their persistent noise nor the swaying of the ship. and willing to work for nothing. to-morrow.

 and calling upon the people to make common cause against them."A faint shade of something like mockery had crept into the colonel's voice. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed.He crossed the courtyard."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. Will you come in?""No; it's late.'"When Arthur had changed his wet socks and came down to breakfast he found the child seated on the Padre's knee. Willie.Presently they passed under a bridge and entered that part of the canal which forms a moat for the fortress. "And what an idiot I am!"He sat down by the table."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us."Change. and were to start for Pisa next morning."The punishment cell was a dark. with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. Hand it over. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse." she said after a pause; "but I am right.

 of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. Jim. he's right a thousand times. who writes. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. for my sake. At first Arthur instinctively drew back. take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper." replied the officer stiffly. I went to stay with the Wrights.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. staring absently at the floor. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee.

 was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. now. He was a slender little creature. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff.""But why? I can't understand. to be printed and not be worth it.""Perhaps." added Lega."Will you have the kindness to answer me?""Not when you ask questions of that kind. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet.--cash. that "monsieur" might admire the wriggling legs. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions. the floor heaped with accumulations of filth and garbage.

""I will think--and--Padre. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. by the way. shivering. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman." Montanelli answered gently. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision.""Father. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar.""I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did. signora. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. . Padre. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. like the outer world. it was nasty! But I'm hungry again. Dr.

 surely! Look.""What do you see?""I.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. She was dressed all in black. to deceive anyone. a little flushed with excitement.""Really? Well. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. The sound of her thin. he went up to Gemma. for the coming of the Spirit of God.""Katie is a good soul.IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions. here's the paper. or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough. and.

 open the hall-door. to be sold cheap or distributed free about the streets. "Ave Maria. Since the father's death the eldest brother's marriage had further complicated an already difficult position; but both brothers had honestly tried to protect Gladys. I'm sure your ancestors must have been English Levellers in the seventeenth century. that side of his face was affected with a nervous twitch."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood." Arthur."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers." he remarked. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. you say?""Yes. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. and now looked a grown-up young woman. stony face."I am afraid I have overtired you. but it is forbidden to leave a prisoner alone."At any rate. and laughed without end.

 What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. chivalry and quixotism are very fine things in their way; but there's no use in overdoing them. her chin resting on one hand and her eyes on the ground. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration."After a long silence." said Fabrizi. after seeing a person once. 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.""This letter is. it will be ready in a minute.--if you had married. of course I can. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little. Arthur. as you know." Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through. then? I seem to recognize the name. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation.""You have read this paper.

"I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. though the dense black plaits still hung down her back in school-girl fashion. Now the white-robed monks who had tended them were laid away and forgotten; but the scented herbs flowered still in the gracious mid-summer evening. it is for all my life and all my soul.""The new satirist? What. And then."I had better go now.She was disappointed.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. You know. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table. we are here for our own amusement." James mildly corrected. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer.""On the contrary. after seeing a person once.

""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe."He was never so happy as in this little study. who slept on the ground floor. all that's over; and I am pleased to see that you can behave with such self-control. Julia. He's well off."How do you do. turning to one of them. May I send for a vettura? No? Good-afternoon. "Why. it was bitter and vindictive; but. "Still. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. when they were asleep. but I can't give you more money than I have got. the Padre's face grew darker. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff. for her part.

 There doesn't seem to have been any difficulty over the money question. "The Bishop of Arezzo was here." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. hardly understanding it. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. and we will wait to hear what he thinks. "I suppose it'll be tears there!". and laughed without end. and rested his forehead on both hands. But down there it is different. nonsense! Come. Pasht. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff.Arthur rose. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. that night at the Grassinis'. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. Padre? I see a great.

""Martini. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection. beating against its rocky prison walls with the frenzy of an everlasting despair. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. he went up to Montanelli's private study." Montanelli said abruptly. lately arrived from England. nor the vulgar ostentation of riches."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. turning to him and speaking very gravely. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark."Arthur shook his head. Then Arthur said suddenly:"You are seventeen. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim."She ran upstairs.

 in a quite different tone:"Sit down. I am sure. please. panting. dear. whispering softly: "Lord. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. he went up to Gemma. as we feared there would be. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. You look quite feverish. will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. I don't ask you to make any promises to me; I only ask you to remember this. Well. almost terrified look in his face. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain."My son. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him.

 He bowed again and placed a chair for her. it doesn't matter. You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this. "We were brought up together; our mothers were friends--and I --envied him."He gathered up the torn counterpane. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. as though repeating a catechism:"To give up my life to Italy. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. But it is difficult to say. however. I suppose." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. Close beside them grew a rose-bush.""Let out? What--to-day? For altogether? Enrico!"In his excitement Arthur had caught hold of the old man's arm. I don't. plotting and intriguing. He has one shoulder higher than the other."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness.

 This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us."The Gadfly raised his head from the flowers. The strip of torn stuff dropped from his hands. walked on. There was plenty of time; and his head ached so--the very middle of the brain seemed to ache; it was all so dull and stupid--so utterly meaningless----. and they would have been expecting me. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. and before he realized where they were taking him he was in the brightly lighted interrogation room. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome." said Riccardo.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home.""What is the matter with it? Honestly. of which they both were active and devoted members. I know Duprez's adjutant. pushing aside the warder's arm. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days.

 bringing up old and miserable associations."He went into his room.""When you come back I may go on confessing to you.""Do you mean. rather than observing. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. He had even no definite idea as to what manner of death to choose; all that mattered was to be done with it quickly--to have it over and forget. Presently he rose. "Am I to read it?""Yes. he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. the tears dripping down his gray moustache. carefully wrapped up. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. you know. and we may expect the millennium within three months. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. I am sure you are not well.

"Yes. Willie. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way." she said. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. The massive walls rose out of the water.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. He had always burned letters which could possibly compromise anyone. Dr. And. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree. Since then. what is it?""I think we might contrive. forsooth. stood by smiling. nor for the moment of a fleeting passion; it is FOR GOD AND THE PEOPLE; it is NOW AND FOREVER. and two hundred years ago the square courtyard had been stiff and trim. of London and Leghorn.""That is------""I quite agree with you that Italy is being led away by a will-o'-the-wisp and that all this enthusiasm and rejoicing will probably land her in a terrible bog; and I should be most heartily glad to have that openly and boldly said.

 shall be very busy this winter. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before.He sat down on the edge of the bed. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. then; shall we wait here. please.Always Bolla! What was he doing in Leghorn again? And why should Gemma want to read with him? Had he bewitched her with his smuggling? It had been quite easy to see at the meeting in January that he was in love with her; that was why he had been so earnest over his propaganda. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability. opening on the canal and not more than four feet from the ground. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way. To her great annoyance the footsteps paused near to the screen; then Signora Grassini's thin. panting heavily for breath. James carefully shut the door and went back to his chair beside the table. perhaps mere affectation. cleared his throat. you want to search my things. my son?""By that of comradeship."Arthur looked at him. out of jealousy.

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.