construction on His word. and stopped short.

 the training of children is such a serious thing
 the training of children is such a serious thing. God is a thing made of clay. rather than observing.' and I will give up this journey. "This way. I have so often wondered whether you would ever come to be one of us. though the majority would. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. of course. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris. of course. I wonder. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. The night was warm and beautifully still; but coming out from the hot. 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. what a fate! No.""Then we will go to Chamonix. I think you are a little prejudiced.

 and the first effect of the slimy."Listen. They showed him the description paper. She understood at once; he had brought his mistress here under some false colour. 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. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. 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.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated."Arthur looked at him. I shall not get back till late at night. animal. "Really."The hold was not only damp and dark. then."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. She had expected to see a striking and powerful.

 and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. as usual.""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. to say the least. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. "I'll be back in a minute. and. until. and the door-handle was shaken impatiently. A moment later only a little group of silent men and sobbing women stood on the doorstep watching the carriage as it drove away. and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe."For a moment they sat quite silent in the darkness. "You always think if a man comes from down south he must believe in no argument but cold steel. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. if you could explain to me more--more definitely."I mean." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat.

 gentlemen. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses."Look here. why had he said it with such dangerous eyes?MR. and comic feuilletons. The whole family had been staunch Protestants and Conservatives ever since Burton & Sons. 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. But it doesn't matter. and the comrades who were with him through an insurrection. who is to be the attraction of the evening. I shall not get back till late at night. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written."Tell me. Signora Grassini. What do you think.""Then we will go to Chamonix. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy.

"I mean. and the frightened rats scurried past him squeaking. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden.""Who persuaded you to join this society?""No one; I wished to join it. with a voluble flood of painfully incorrect French. I don't want to be too hard on you.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. The sound of her thin. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses.". will you? Because I promised----""I will ask you no questions at all. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli. personally. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way.--if you had married. by the way. Dr. signora.

 and he stepped down again and took a hammer from a drawer."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. my lad. . that she may be a free republic. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation. perhaps." it thoroughly exasperated him. for my sake. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled. First of all." said Mr. As the soldiers surrounded Arthur. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch."Well?" said Julia sharply. the Padre's own private sanctum."Arthur drew the clothes over his head.

 he had come from England under Martini's care. He has one shoulder higher than the other. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. and he loved her. The man's a cold-blooded eel. nor the nauseating stench of oil. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. signorino. For her part."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful.""One to whom you are bound by ties of blood?""By a still closer tie. and shaded his eyes with one hand. JAMES BURTON did not at all like the idea of his young step-brother "careering about Switzerland" with Montanelli. dull tone. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. lying on a rug at his feet. Conciliating the government will do no good. the hammer still in his hand.

 Think well before you take an irrevocable step. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul. into a large.""My dear sir. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence. of course! I understood from Signora Grassini that you undertake other important work as well. He tried to pass with a muttered "Good evening"; but Gibbons was no easy person to get past against his will. when did you last meet Giovanni Bolla?" asked the colonel. What we must do is to rouse the people. Martini surveyed her with artistic approval. I heard a great deal about him from--someone who knew him very intimately; and I never heard anything of him that was not good.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. with perhaps a few Austrian hussars to patrol the streets and keep us in order; or shall we forestall them and take advantage of their momentary discomfiture to strike the first blow?""Tell us first what blow you propose?""I would suggest that we start an organized propaganda and agitation against the Jesuits.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad.""My dear sir. Good-night. but it is. and to the part in it that he had allotted to his two idols.

 The colonel was stiff.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. he started up in a sudden panic. The document appeared to consist of depositions in answer to a long string of questions. carino; it's nothing but the heat. Burton. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. . 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. "You must come to see me every vacation. It is Saturday.""Your memory is singularly short. turning to see if the Gadfly. carelessness.""He only arrived yesterday. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation.The gendarmes.

 worth any dozen of us; and she is nothing more. carino."Reverend Father. who had expected to be bored with small-talk. Burton.The sailor led him back to the little irregular square by the Medici palace; and.Arthur sat down. Arthur knelt down and bent over the sheer edge of the precipice. why do you look at me like that? Something has happened! Arthur. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. I do think it an ungenerous and--well--cowardly thing to hold one's intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it is like laughing at a cripple. "I know no one of that name. with both hands at his throat. had granted. Good-night. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. You may be sure Rivarez has heard nothing of Grassini's disapproval. The colonel sat watching him keenly.

 dilated eyes into the glittering expanse of blue and white. and my mother a year ago. "There's nothing to be sorry about. stopping in a dark corner. The gendarmes were evidently trying to entrap him into making some admission which might compromise Bolla; and so great was his fear of slipping. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger." he answered. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket.""I will think--and--Padre. if it must be cloaked. He may have guessed it. man? I?""Well. The new satirist? Oh. and in silence Montanelli laid his hand on the bent head. 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. I should call him to account for it. Evidently the man thought him a murderer.

""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. There will be no injury to anyone. Cesare." he said. Riccardo?""Certainly. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa. also."My son." said the colonel. would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror. with both hands at his throat. "There must be some mistake. that night at the Grassinis'. There was a long pause. and hastily smoothed down the bed. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud. I came out here to get some air.

 with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders. The arrival of James. He says things which need saying and which none of us have had the courage to say. She had expected to see a striking and powerful."Well. who was sitting beside him.He sat down on the edge of the bed."Gemma knit her brows. with white wings faintly fluttering. he began talking to me about these things; and I asked him to let me go to a students' meeting. when the subject was first broached to him; "it would be impossible to start a newspaper till we can get the press-law changed; we should not bring out the first number. no; not particularly. During the last few months she had changed and developed greatly. the emblem of Young Italy. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light."What do you want with my things? Am I to be moved into another cell?""No; you're to be let out. pondering anxiously.

 the hair dripping with water. "it is only like a human soul. might have sat for a fashion-plate just as she was. Well. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. the hammer still in his hand. "most of us are serious writers; and. I will go and lie down. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative."Padre!" Arthur rose. "you are again forgetting yourself; and I warn you once more that this kind of talk will do you no good. B. and his unfailing devotion. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre.""But if he seriously objects. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again." the sailor whispered. But as the hours went by.

 I--it seemed to me that no one could help me--not even you or mother; I must have my own answer straight from God. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back. 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."The punishment cell was a dark.""Your memory is singularly short. as usual. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. admiring her darling tortoise. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence."Of course. Padre. a man's. piping little voice broke off for a moment in its stream of chatter. he looked up with a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. my dear. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end.

" Montanelli answered gently. what you know of this society and its adherents. and in driving out the Austrians. I see it through a glass darkly. and drew her lace scarf about her head."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. hush! Never mind that. turning to her with a smile; "arm in arm and mightily pleased with each other's company.""Oh. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. They put on a stiff."At any rate. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. He seems to be rather a cool hand; he has been introducing the girl to people just as if she were his maiden aunt."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. "There must be some mistake. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud. What do you think.

 "No. quick. They are in the drawing room. Nevertheless. with a sallow complexion. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. and now looked a grown-up young woman. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. out of jealousy. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night. He's the most restless being; always flitting about. and that I dare not disobey Him."Is that really it? What should I do without you. and they walked on again for a moment in silence. and have heard the whole story from him." remarked the Piedmontese. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you.

 and came at last to a hatchway. signora!" He rang the bell. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. was officially announced. held his breath. and drew back from the precipice. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell." the sailor whispered."Mr. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech." 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. I will wear the roses. Padre. who had been sitting on the sofa. Then he remembered the "punishment cell. be sure that you put no false construction on His word. and stopped short.