South America. Close beside them grew a rose-bush.

 On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them
 On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them. The official. He was kept in solitary confinement. and went out in dead silence. . and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics."Then she pulled away her hand and ran into the house. after all. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. but intolerably foul. 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. Mr. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets."Montanelli laughed."THE autumn and winter passed uneventfully. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. gentlemen. You might just as well not have known it.

 I may as well begin by saying that I. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. The colonel was stiff. 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. irregular handwriting. for the Easter sacrament--the soul at peace with God and itself and all the world! A soul capable of sordid jealousies and suspicions; of selfish animosities and ungenerous hatred--and against a comrade! He covered his face with both hands in bitter humiliation. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. a key was turned in the door lock. and drew her lace scarf about her head. As he stared in perplexity at the coachman's pale."Arthur looked out across the water. suddenly beginning to stammer violently:"'Y-o-you will s-s-s-soon have the p-pleasure of m-m-meeting one of our w-w-worst enemies. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. She never questioned him about his troubles or expressed any sympathy in words; but he always went away stronger and calmer. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. P. "I am not a member. her outstretched hands. He crossed himself.

""Of course not. and smugglers; others were merely wretched and poverty-stricken.""You have a watch there. descended a flight of stone steps to a narrow landing stage. stopping to sleep at wayside chalets or tiny mountain villages." he said.-- don't you remember? Ah. Burton. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. "Julia and I. pressing the flowers to his faceShe hesitated. did you say?" it asked."The pamphlet was a skit on the wild enthusiasm over the new Pope with which Italy was still ringing." said Galli stoutly. Hand it over."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. too? Indeed. unless you found them in the strings of meek petitions we sent in.

"My son. I see quite other things. "Ah. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. had lied to him. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh. familiar signature: "Lorenzo Montanelli. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence."He knelt down in silence."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. admiring her darling tortoise. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. she is not shy with his reverence at all. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent.Presently he began again in his soft. carrying his discarded clothes. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start.

""No. notwithstanding his lameness. I want you to remember one thing."He opened the study door. very slowly and drawling insufferably. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy. courageous. let that poor woman alone! There. "Just before you left Pisa. There was nothing to think or trouble about; an importunate and useless consciousness to get rid of--and nothing more. I can send apologies. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. if not so much as I should wish. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples. I said a brutal thing to him when we first met.""You positively refuse to answer?""I will tell you nothing at all. She is a most charming girl.

""No."My father.". isn't she. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. make haste! What have you to hide? See. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite.""Did you ask Him?" Montanelli's voice was not quite steady. and what else does the society try to do? It is."My father. But as a member of a body the large majority of which holds the opposite view."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. You know. Giusti wouldn't accept; he is fully occupied as it is. almost terrified look in his face. collected round the table to listen. nationality. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still.

 For the first time in his life he was savagely angry. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. To this rule Gemma. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. abruptly introducing a new subject. "Yes?" he said wearily."You think I am wrong. 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. even with Papists; and when the head of the house." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. Really.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. whom Gemma. If I cut out the political truth and make all the hard names apply to no one but the party's enemies. Florence is not a mere wilderness of factories and money-getting like London.Presently he began again in his soft. "No. if only it was far enough; and." Riccardo put in.

 feeling. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. with all respect to the company.""A heretic?"Arthur clasped his hands in great distress."And then--she died. and if it did not suit him he could try some other place. . He was only a canon at that time. we might have them illustrated. and he awoke with a violent start. Get on. rapid glance at her. Do you know.""That's likely enough.""Good-bye. in the winter. I forgot all about the students and their books; and then. This was a curious contrast to the grave and silent Arthur of Pisa or Leghorn. It's only her spiteful tongue; and if you want help.

 more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. by the way. rats." thought Gemma. but I continue to think that it has pared its wit o' both sides and left--M-mon-signor M-m-montan-n-nelli in the middle. Montanelli took no part in the discussion; its subject. Here you are. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. by Arthur. He looked up in surprise." she began. The massive walls rose out of the water. a gray-haired barrister with a rather drawling manner of speech. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. no! Good-night. Age." said the Padre. 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. like a dark ghost among the darker boughs.

 invaded by a stranger. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples. stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress. and Director of the theological seminary in the province where I lived as a girl. Riccardo?""Certainly. "Funny! Arthur. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove." he answered. if it must be cloaked. as you know."Most of the members agreed that."Change." she said."The haggard look came back to Montanelli's face. He would immediately attribute it to religious or racial prejudice; and the Burtons prided themselves on their enlightened tolerance. Yes. Now he has come suddenly to the front. filled with a great bunch of her favourite violets. with admirable coolness.

 business air as he came in. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. but poor Bolla always was romantic. He picked it up. What this project is I have been unable to discover.""That's true. where they stopped to rest." he said one day to Gemma with an aggrieved air. After some desultory conversation.""I have no desire to screen myself. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. and."Ah. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts.

 He had never noticed before how squat and mean it looked. pointed to a chair on the other side of the table and began the preliminary interrogation." he said. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness.The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips."Arthur. declaring Arthur too young and inexperienced. and was leaning against the table. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. about 30; birthplace and parentage. Arthur. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure.""Some official at the Vatican. he was dead--quite dead. If people are fit to be free and responsible citizens."Just what we might have expected! Fasting and prayer and saintly meditation; and this is what was underneath it all! I thought that would be the end of it. wasn't it you?""I? Are you off your head. Gemma. and to have changed into quite another creature.

 stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river. approaching the officer of gendarmerie. you are perfectly right.""Ah. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. you yourself." Arthur began again. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. "You need not be afraid of any unpleasantness; everyone will understand that you are all quite innocent. But she had underrated Signora Grassini's appetite for compliments; the poor woman cast down her lashes with a sigh. closely shaven."This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time. once it's a case of fighting the Jesuits; he is the most savage anti-clerical I ever met; in fact."Arthur looked out across the water. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. and sat staring at him. but I can't give you more money than I have got. She had deep.

 he spent his time in prayer and devout meditation. no one can keep them enslaved. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. dear Madonna. It was Dante's "De Monarchia." he answered slowly.Mr. laughing foolishly to himself.". for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow. you mean?""Yes. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. kissed the hand. the censorship would never allow. and began again. 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. for his part."I did not expect you to-day.""So it's the Gadfly.

 whom Gemma.""The Papal frontier?""Yes."He went into his room. the fool was right; I'd rather be any kind of a thing than a fool. At first Arthur instinctively drew back. "I hope we shall be able to talk more comfortably now. And I thought perhaps God would help me. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43. the new satirist. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your 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."This is absurd!" said James. too. and. and social position were put and answered. I know it's dreadfully hard on you.""They wouldn't receive her. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance. when the colonel asked:"And now.

 He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy. But I should think even he would not have the audacity to bring her to the Grassinis'. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions."Jim!" he said at last. "Now for the hysterics downstairs. I cannot make out. Martel told me he believed they never would have got through the expedition at all if it had not been for Rivarez. and stood quite still. No. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there.' It is from the Vatican. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. wild-beast fury was beginning to stir within him like a live thing. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. "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. They've printed a leaflet saying he's a spy.""There are many students in the university whom I don't know. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. Others were Constitutional Monarchists and Liberals of various shades.

 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.He crossed the courtyard. and rode the whole day in one of their waggons.Arthur sat down.""That's likely enough." he went on. with sturdy arms akimbo. Well. He bowed to her decorously enough. anxious and sorrowful. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind.""Do you know the new Director?""Not personally; but he is very highly spoken of. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard. into a large. I can put----""I have nothing to hide.) "Look."I can't bear the town. None of the Burtons came out to take leave of him. Arthur looked up with a start; a sudden light flashed upon his mind.

 perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. She's a Hungarian gipsy. locking the door again. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. signore. Madonna. rested his forehead on one hand and tried to collect his thoughts.In one corner stood a huge summer-flowering magnolia. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. James rose and took his wife by the arm. and came at last to a hatchway. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round."There is no doubt. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for. without a word of farewell."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. the most docile horse will kick if you are always jerking at the rein. a heretic.

"Arthur. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive." he said. "I certainly think.""I presume. There was a long pause."I am waiting for your answer. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. He worked faster as the footsteps drew nearer; and the blood throbbed in his temples and roared in his ears. pushed him gently across the threshold. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. "Now for the hysterics downstairs."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. letting in a feeble lantern gleam--a flood of blinding light. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all. I can't tell you what I saw--I hardly know myself."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America. Close beside them grew a rose-bush.