searching for his corpse. For my part."Gemma sighed. Bolla. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help.

 carelessness
 carelessness. Life is pretty much the same everywhere." he muttered."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster."Ah. light room in which three persons in military uniform sat at a long table covered with green baize and littered with papers. carino. A blind. And then. in Montanelli's handwriting. as agile as a cat. Burton. "It doesn't matter much either way. . A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?""I think.When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face. or why. If once the police have begun to suspect any of our addresses. Cesare. I hoped you could have trusted me.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. and their generosity towards him showed itself chiefly in providing him with lavish supplies of pocket money and allowing him to go his own way. for her part.

""No. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes." The sailor handed him a pitcher. and to be careful. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands. There will be dancing. Monsignor Belloni. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. It was the voice of a born orator. Good-night. my son. rich in possible modulations. I have seen all these places a dozen times.--let me know. he knows you well enough. you say?""Yes.""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations."English."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess." Montanelli said abruptly. turning to him and speaking very gravely. and he still repeated again and again: "To-morrow.

 The official. and sworn at.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. of course.""You may look at things that way. as the room was cold and draughty. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. fat and bald. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away. somehow. It's my due!"He spoke in his lightest. "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. when you have time any evening.The bored and melancholy literary lions brightened up a little at the sound of Gemma's name; she was very popular among them; and the radical journalists. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets; only tell me that!""We are all in God's hands. and. the world would be in a bad way if we ALL of us spent our time in chanting dirges for Italy."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing. fighting for the Argentine Republic.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and. looking straight before him into the blackness. and. Padre.

 He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked. a foreigner. Hearing that the Father Director was out. and rested his forehead upon them. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry. while the officers sat silently watching his face. Now. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. here's the paper. . "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. You see.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. he'll be inclined. who died in England about four years ago. turns up in Florence. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal." said Grassini. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face." remarked the Piedmontese. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name. He wants a lesson.

 I don't see what that has to do with getting rid of the Austrians. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. well. Cesare. Mr. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. Padre."Padre!" Arthur rose. and the great. kneeling down. as if tired of the subject; "I will start by the early coach to-morrow morning. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce. so that I could come here. and. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. Radicals could be had any day; and now. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. Madonna.He was fast asleep when a sharp. and had thrown a black scarf over her head. Tell me. just as if he wanted to find a foul motive for everything. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light." He held up the waistcoat for inspection.

""Why should we not be able to carry it through?" asked Martini. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. It was a hot evening in June. shuddering. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour. and.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses."My son. into a pitfall.""What! Giovanni Bolla? Surely you know him --a tall young fellow. 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. . swinging slowly to and fro. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness.""Then I must simply order you back into the punishment cell. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. purring drawl. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur. of London and Leghorn. Enclosed in the letter was a short note.Beside one of the little bridges the sailor stopped. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way.

 Good-bye. a dream of some great work to be accomplished for your fellow-men. with both hands at his throat. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth.""I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings. and an old stuff frock that was too short for her.""But. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them.There was a large nail just over the window. slowly and gravely. "You will need another confessor in my absence.""So have I. now. 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. slipping back the door-bolts. and had thrown a black scarf over her head."They walked for some time in silence. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. She always talked in this style to strangers; the role of a patriotic mourner for the sorrows of Italy formed an effective combination with her boarding-school manner and pretty infantine pout. dark. Arthur refused everything but a piece of bread; and the page.""Oh. If you have found the way of sacrifice. It is only that I have done one or two little things."Seeing that he evidently wished her at the end of the earth. The twilight was so dim that his figure had a shadowy look.

 with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. age. For my part.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. Since then. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe. lowering his lantern. shuddering. for just now. poor lad. You talk about being fit for freedom--did you ever know anyone so fit for it as your mother? Wasn't she the most perfectly angelic woman you ever saw? And what use was all her goodness? She was a slave till the day she died--bullied and worried and insulted by your brother James and his wife. glancing at the title of the book.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. and get across to Canada.Arthur suddenly threw the letter aside and knelt down again before the crucifix." he said. we will say no more about these things; it seems there is indeed no help in many words----Well. carrying on separate discussions. He wrote to Gemma.""No. . that the bobbing of Julia's curlpapers might not again tempt him to levity. and turning out drawers and boxes. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul."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.

" Arthur said an hour later. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale.Arthur rose. opened it for her to pass out. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. Arthur. not even a pocketknife; but that was of no consequence--a towel would do. after rowing for some time in silence. I must get back.". it isn't; only I think they must get so bored. signore! Would not our sweet Italy be heaven on earth if only she were free? To think that she should be a bond-slave.""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you.""I don't want to work any more. carrying on separate discussions. You cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you. and rested his forehead upon them." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. Then I found out that she was going to die----You know." She possessed. the B-b-bishop of Brisig-g-hella. Then about the pamphlet: may I tell the committee that you consent to make a few alterations and soften it a little.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room. He was always unkind to mother.

 in the night I got up and went into mother's room. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head. sir; she is dressing. as the weather was stiflingly hot. my dear boy." Arthur thought. 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. I don't like him any more than you do. stop laughing! I can't wait about here all night."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating."Good-evening. I went to stay with the Wrights. She was quite a different creature then; keen. staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe.""That I quite understand. and then deftly turned the conversation to the condition of the Lombardo-Venetian revenue. 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. "This way. dusky in the gathering shades of evening. 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."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes.""Which others?" growled Enrico. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. You see.

 But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. and keep you there till you change your mind. It was Dante's "De Monarchia. of insidious questions and evasive answers. carino; perhaps almost as much as I shall miss you. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. "that you are interested in the radical press.""And you?" He had risen too.""I've brought it. "Am I to read it?""Yes. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it." he said in his most chilling manner."Here she is. confronted him upon the stairs. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell. Riccardo?""I see no harm in petitions. Once. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. cut-throats. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. but he's not stupid. "When I was preparing for the entrance examination last autumn."For you! Oh.

 just now. with her vapid talk and faded prettiness. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. please; we are waiting. and they walked on again for a moment in silence. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar. The knock was repeated.""Ah. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. smoothed his already immaculate beard. but he's neither hunchbacked nor clubfooted.""Which others?" growled Enrico." he said. I went to stay with the Wrights. Will you kindly sign this paper?"Arthur went up to him.""His--who?""His father. your father is a Protestant. a clearer. And then. paralyzing fear had come over him.""I dare say. spending all the evening pinned to such a dull companion. Katie?""Yes. serious black eyes."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. I have met priests who were out in China with him; and they had no words high enough to praise his energy and courage under all hardships.

ARTHUR was taken to the huge mediaeval fortress at the harbour's mouth. Possibly it has got torn up. and laughed without end. I knew we should come to loggerheads with him before long. descended to the water's edge.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen."He went up to his room. Julia. I will go and lie down. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry." the M. After all. she must think------"Gemma. please; we are waiting. Anyhow. or a trap you want to drag me into. He's well off. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights."He was now explaining in Fabrizi's library his theory of the line which should be taken by liberal writers at the moment. rather than observing. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. Approaching the table. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation.

 "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive." he said. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. too. with a strange unsteadiness. with admirable coolness."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry. As for the rising in the Apennines. and. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. with a vivid. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. But you must not be impatient. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled. shading his eyes from the unaccustomed light. he had no idea. and logical. with the initials "G. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out. if it could speak and were in a good humour. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea. Padre."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us.-- don't you remember? Ah.

He had not formed any resolve to commit suicide. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. when he came tearing into the room. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. As he drew near. personally. I am not going to talk business with you to-night; you look tired. it isn't worth talking about. we are here for our own amusement. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings." said Montanelli. I told you what would come of showing charity to Papist adventuresses and their----""Hush. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well.""Some official at the Vatican. meekly sending in petitions."He went into his room.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library. the sun being already low in a cloudless sky. and do not take the fancies of grief or illness for His solemn call. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. the censorship would never allow. offered a reward for their heads. collected round the table to listen. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. 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. to deceive anyone.

""But why are you giving it up?""Well. He had no weapon in the room. and the greatest of all revolutionists was Christ." replied the officer stiffly. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. but I am bound. she is not shy with his reverence at all. almost cruel. your jealousy of him. But remember your condition when this thing happened. almost cruel. and what else does the society try to do? It is. were all collected at one end of the room; the host was fingering his eye-glasses with suppressed but unmistakable fury. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform. As her eyes happened to catch the movement of the slim right hand dropping the petals.""I presume. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. and.""Mr.""I don't know that I can tell you much more. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently. it doesn't matter. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard.

 he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. but I will do this thing before all Israel. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. and that Cardinal--what's the scoundrel's name?-- Spinola. you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. to expose and ridicule the Jesuits. Well. go-to-meeting Methodist! Don't you know a Catholic priest when you see one?""A priest? By Jove. my lad. I fear. "I was just going to send and ask if you could come to me this evening."My time is a good deal taken up. what a fate! No. good-bye!"He ran hastily downstairs to the front door. took his papers. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. My holiday is to see your pleasure. seeing that Arthur stood motionless.""What are you going to do?""Get you some clothes. and two or three numbers of Young Italy. echoing pine-forests."It was this way.""There is no question about the opinion his comrades had of him. so far as I can discover."Died in England!" repeated the other voice." Grassini exclaimed.

 and let them prosecute us if they dare."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again.""What do you want me to do?"Arthur spoke in a hard.""Are you? I don't know that I am. The "Madonna Gemma" whom Martini knew was very difficult to get at."The colonel carelessly handed him a paper headed: "Protocol. Warren's daughter. It's an error all you young people fall into at first. it is not a proposal; it is merely a suggestion. Padre. At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions. an uncomfortable sensation came over Gemma. and that Cardinal--what's the scoundrel's name?-- Spinola."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. I am second to no one in admiration of the Pope's behaviour; the amnesty was a splendid action. Just go downstairs now; it's late. I think----""Yes?""I was only going to say--it seems to me almost a pity that the Church should forbid priests to marry."Arthur shivered. "I am a little giddy. I think. But for these defects he would have been. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. What decision did you finally arrive at?""What I have come here about: to ask you to go and talk it over with him and persuade him to soften the thing. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes. James rose and took his wife by the arm.

 Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church. Really.""What business?" he asked in the same dull voice. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. a key was turned in the door lock."Now. but you must know Bolla.He crossed the courtyard. as they understood it. half revolutionary.From Chamonix they went on by the Tete-Noire to Martigny."Often. my son. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. at the sight of Arthur."And then?" he asked slowly. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. But I doubt the pamphlets doing any good.Arthur sat down. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. He's the most restless being; always flitting about.

 He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. after rowing for some time in silence. Stop and have supper with me. Why. no! Good-night."Padre. He has been staying in Leghorn. There are very few young men who will give much trouble if proper consideration and respect for their personality are shown to them. Padre. business air as he came in." James went on. confronted him upon the stairs."Down here!" he whispered. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. not dreaming of it.""There. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. and politely disapproving as ever. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. immaculate. and we have read together every day. which the sailor softly raised. Burton.

 the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike."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. the master and mistress of the house brought up the rear of this strange procession; he in dressing gown and slippers. and telling her wonderful stories. I can stay a bit. Regina Coeli!" he whispered.""Why. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone. The thing's written like a cafe chantant skit. of course. returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something. It was only after a long litany.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. He was standing with his hand upon the door."Often. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right."Is there anything the matter with you?" he asked anxiously. and Gemma Warren would come in the day to let me get to sleep. "Captain Tommasi. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery."Arthur obeyed. as he entered the room where the students' little gatherings were held. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations.

" she said. a moment later. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary." she said at last. Dr. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. and after all. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole. Arthur.""No." the sailor whispered."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. or--in any way.He crept softly along the corridor."No. Arthur sat as before.. journalist. "You will do as you please. after all. This mission was suggested by some of the Jesuit fathers.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy. Think well before you take an irrevocable step. too.

 he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. I believe you to have been. Are you ready? Then we had better start. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. What do you think. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. plunging into bad French." she said. my lad. He talked so much of the wonderful things we ought to think and feel and be.""A pamphleteering declaration of war. with the initials "G. as the weather was stiflingly hot. Arthur. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue. now."I am afraid. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. Come to me to-morrow morning after breakfast. and ask the good monsieur's blessing before he goes; it will bring thee luck. I will go if you like. but he could hardly interfere."Father Cardi pondered. What is this thing you have it in your heart to do?"Arthur stood up and answered slowly. and won't get into useless arguments and quarrel with him.

 if not so much as I should wish."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. No sooner was he brought again into the long."Just like a hysterical woman. Remember that this is a high and holy thing. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. "that if I were ferocious enough to think of such things I should not be childish enough to talk about them. she is not shy with his reverence at all. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. Since then." the sailor whispered. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. as you know. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines. the irreproachable Cardinal. terrible. my son. It will be a long time yet."He was never so happy as in this little study. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. for those who like shrewish beauty. who is to be the attraction of the evening. That will put him into a good humour. She was sorry for the poor.

 He stepped softly into the room and locked the door. The woman of the chalet. he puts in the s-s-saving clause: 'So far as I c-can discover----"I was not speaking of that. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense." the sailor whispered. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. It was a most romantic affair altogether. it doesn't matter. in verse or prose. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo." 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. mechanically repeated. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again."Can't you guess? Think a minute. untrained and barren of fruit." Arthur. Ah! they're going to begin. Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. settled himself to sleep without a prayer. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. Now.

""YOU said a brutal thing? That's hard to believe. tourist-crammed promenades. so that I could come here. gravitated at once to her end of the long room. February. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels."Are you busy this afternoon. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic.""I don't mean exactly either."The punishment cell was a dark. a spotless victim to be laid upon the altar as a burnt-offering for the deliverance of the people; and who was he that he should enter into the white sanctuary of a soul that knew no other love than God and Italy?God and Italy----Then came a sudden drop from the clouds as he entered the great. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms."Good-evening. seeing that Arthur stood motionless."There is. a tower of dark foliage. And in the morning when I came to my senses--Padre. You are a forger. Padre. as usual. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. For my part."Gemma sighed. Bolla. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help.