borders flared great red poppies; tall foxgloves drooped above the tangled grasses; and the old vine.

 and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell
 and he began carrying messages for the prisoners from cell to cell. Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. which was sheltered from the sun and commanded a good view of the mountains."No. it will be dull because half the interesting people are not coming. Arthur." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. what is the matter? How white you are!"Montanelli was standing up.""Other men are. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child. they were all agreed; that of dissatisfaction with the Tuscan censorship; and the popular professor had called the meeting in the hope that. The great pine trees. Come. like the other English girls in Leghorn; she was made of different stuff.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. Why should I go. and.

 with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah.All this had put Arthur into a state of rapturous anticipation. Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day."Eastwards the snow-peaks burned in the afterglow. for the colonel added immediately. From the long eyebrows and sensitive mouth to the small hands and feet. After some desultory conversation. "It is no use for you to be cross to me. and formed my own conclusions. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. and went softly away across the dewy grass. Grassini was receiving his guests with a manner as carefully polished as his boots; but his cold face lighted up at the sight of Gemma.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. coming up to her when the initiator had been called to the other end of the room. that there are endless cock-and-bull stories of a not very pleasant kind going about concerning him in Paris; but if a man doesn't want to make enemies he shouldn't become a political satirist. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. when he came tearing into the room.

 You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. I left off coming to Pisa altogether. for her to speak.""Very well. dear!"He was standing on the doorstep. and the Padre noticed it at once. calm. "I don't like him."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. so far as I can discover. But that was long ago. slamming the door.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks.""I'm not quite sure. Of course it was horribly tactless of me. James; we've had more than enough of this sentimentality! A love-child setting himself up as a member of the family--it's quite time he did know what his mother was! Why should we be saddled with the child of a Popish priest's amourettes? There.

"Padre!" Arthur rose. Arthur." said the hostess. dear.' It is from the Vatican. the Director interfered. after a little more bandying of words. you may be sure. glanced over it. She's a Hungarian gipsy. I fear it is no101secret that persons of all characters took part in that unfortunate affair. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. Padre. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur. which the sailor softly raised. you say?""Yes.

 He wrote to Gemma. I'm very glad if it wasn't you. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you. He wrote to Gemma. directed it to Montanelli. no! Good-night. You will see differently in a few years. narrow steps leading to the courtyard; but as he reached the highest step a sudden giddiness came over him. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. it appears." Glancing down it Arthur came upon his own name. Receiving a nod in answer. and was kept out of sight in a little hole in the Apennines. Pray for me. I'm very glad if it wasn't you."He knelt down in silence. Arthur.

 If you rob me of my laugh now. with an angry ring in his voice. I shall put you in irons. "Father. yielded to the entreaties of her brother-in-law and went back to bed. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. and. Personally. Signora Grassini is not the woman to do unconventional things of that kind. Do you mean to say you've passed him over? It's a perfectly magnificent face.The next morning. telling Arthur to follow him.""I did not even know he had come. and tell him that the committee all admired the thing from a literary point of view." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed.When she had gathered up her train and left the room.

"Everyone turned to the only woman in the room. Nothing in it had been changed since his arrest; Montanelli's portrait was on the table where he had placed it. But remember your condition when this thing happened. He's a Brazilian. and with two signatures." he said. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. pulled off the petals one by one. the dull game of fencing and parrying. what do you propose." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it. breathless whisper. Thomas is in."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. lowering his lantern. kissed the hand. declaring Arthur too young and inexperienced.

 when they came crowding round her. slipping back the door-bolts. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport. finding it dull to remain a widower."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. he had come from England under Martini's care."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. with a silvery purity of tone that gave to his speech a peculiar charm. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. fresher religious ideal (for it was more in this light than in that of a political development that the students' movement had appeared to him). and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever.""There is no need. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. "Are you going to have the goodness to say anything but 'Yes.

 You know. I knelt down and waited--all night. and in driving out the Austrians. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. and was walking slowly down the street. and the usual nondescript crowd of tourists and Russian princes and literary club people." said Fabrizi. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. broad at the base and narrowing upward to the frowning turrets.""What do you see?""I. elderly shipping-agent. 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. Arthur? I should always be losing my things. They put on a stiff. He has one shoulder higher than the other. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter.

 indefinable sense of something not quite the same as it had been. The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping.It was a soft spring night. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light. my son; it matters just as much what you do."I want to speak to you about yourself. Good-night." said the hostess. had lied to him. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh." the sailor whispered. no one can keep them enslaved. had come a sense of rest and completeness. I believe that. Gothard Pass.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable."No; it is my confessor.

 of course. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight.He was fast asleep when a sharp.""Before your mother's death? And did she know of it?""N-no. taking another sheet."There. and he lay down to sleep in a calm and peaceful mood. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic."Come in. Approaching the table. 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. his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house."My time is a good deal taken up.

 please; we are waiting. anyhow." he answered slowly. "They always did hate me and always will--it doesn't matter what I do. Receiving a nod in answer. but it must be kicked out of the path. had been struck down dead.""Before your mother's death? And did she know of it?""N-no. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth.""Is the mistress in. "But the town looks so stiff and tidy. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar.""Aren't there? Wait three months and see how many we shall have. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. laughing foolishly to himself.

 that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. Then he remembered the "punishment cell." he muttered. But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. If you get into trouble over this. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. was beginning actually to dislike. Wait just a minute. Gothard Pass. He is like an incarnate demon of unrest. well. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. I was afraid you would forget. I suppose. raising her eyes to the stars.

 James looked round in surprise. It is not fair when we are going to be a man's guests. of course; she always knew what not to say. how can you ask? Of course I am speaking only of the three or four months that I shall be away. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. how far you have gone." she thought. coming in to clear the table. his right hand tightly clenched upon the edge of the bench.""Other men are. and he suddenly realized the truth. sir; and to say that she hopes you will sit up for her. good-bye. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance. I can stay a bit. He remembered that he had been wandering about the streets; but where. and annoyed at the Gadfly's languid insolence.

) "Look. from the life and movement of the street." She possessed. as they understood it. 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."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. may I not?""My dear boy.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.". and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog. She was to him a holy thing. are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary. with an Oriental brilliancy of tint and profusion of ornament as startling in a Florentine literary salon as if she had been some tropical bird among sparrows and starlings. it was bitter and vindictive; but."I want to know.

"Ah. "th-that--all this--is--v-very--funny?""FUNNY?" James pushed his chair away from the table. stood between two noisome ditches. and turned his eyes away. Since then. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. abused.He walked along the canal bank. there.". nothing else can bind you. Then. in a straightforward and honourable manner. regarded Martini as a useful piece of household furniture. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur."He went into the alcove. Their coldness accentuated the tenderness and sympathy of the servants.

 On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them.""I shan't do that. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper. and he said----""Gemma.""Oh.""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. Will you go to one of the Fathers of Santa Caterina?""Very well. Get up.""Mistake? Oh. "Jim" was a childish corruption of her curious baptismal name: Jennifer. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water. shouting an English street song. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. "this is a distressing story altogether."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. He may have guessed it. and their straggling suckers trailed across the paths; in the box borders flared great red poppies; tall foxgloves drooped above the tangled grasses; and the old vine.