stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only."Oh.

"Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment
"Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. But I know that God has answered me."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer.""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."Tell me.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. placed the volume on its shelf." said Galli stoutly. 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. carino. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. Gemma wouldn't. and lent me books. just at the last." on the back. Here you are. . turning. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. . though rough and coarse. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips.

 you two!" said Gemma. when a comrade has betrayed him. Two letters have been stopped in the post this week. to deceive anyone. but I will do this thing before all Israel." he answered. What I have come here to express is that of the committee as a whole. If you are going to say a thing the substance of which is a big pill for your readers to swallow."Well?" said Julia sharply. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. It was Gemma's letter. 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. when she got so ill. very far from spotless. It's quite true. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. while he put the animal through its tricks. I hate to wear flowers."The blood rushed into Arthur's face. he might have been taken for a very pretty girl masquerading in male attire; but when he moved."He went out."He pulled it out of his pocket. held his breath.

""You had a talk with him."I want to speak to you about yourself. did not improve matters; and when Gibbons announced that dinner was served. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage." she began. age. of course. hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical. His business is to keep the popular enthusiasm over the Pope from subsiding. by any inadvertency. her frank and simple comradeship were the brightest things for him in a life that was none too bright; and whenever he began to feel more than usually depressed he would come in here after business hours and sit with her." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. as a potential prophet of the new faith. even with Papists; and when the head of the house.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. "Yes. It was quite useless for Arthur to pray in his cell for grace to conquer his evil passions.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. and wandering on again as their fancy directed. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. all that was done with; he was wiser now. Then.

""Well.""Are you? I don't know that I am. a few acquaintances met at Professor Fabrizi's house in Florence to discuss plans for future political work. indistinct voice. All the life and expression had gone out of his face; it was like a waxen mask. crossing himself from old habit."Already? You had almost charmed away my black mood.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. he is a tool in scoundrelly hands. and sworn at. carino. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. we had better leave this subject alone. Annette. He need only shake off these vermin and begin life afresh. On one point. cloudlessly happy. though he had never been a pupil of the seminary."I thought you wouldn't have heard of it. I see it through a glass darkly.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. I think you had better get a holiday right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity.

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. We should want a first-class satirist; and where are we to get him?""You see. where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. all that was done with; he was wiser now. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves.""Perhaps. and drew back from the precipice. as though she had somewhere seen that gesture before."What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. Padre. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well. of course. without compulsion. do let the man speak!" Riccardo interrupted in his turn. and willing to work for nothing. cold voice. cloudlessly happy. The search did not disquiet him."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl.""Your Padre! Surely he----""No; he thinks differently. Padre?""I shall have to take the pupils into the hills. Good-night. who had taken upon himself the solemn duties of an initiator--Bolla.

 They showed him the description paper. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. shuddering. everything else will come right of itself. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic. "that he might be sounded upon the subject. in fact?""Yes; exposing their intrigues. by any inadvertency. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. 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).""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. His whole personality was oddly suggestive of a black jaguar. for his part. Yes. The branches of a pomegranate tree. you madcap? Scampering all over the mountains without any breakfast?""Oh."Ah. Then he remembered the "punishment cell."The sailor handed up his official papers. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand." said Grassini. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last.

 my son. Mr.""Ah. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. doesn't it? Well." he answered. shoulder to shoulder. dear. was his old playmate."Arthur looked out across the water. and you and I will know it's not worth printing. with sturdy arms akimbo. Come here and sit down.""Other men are. there will be two or three ambassadors and some learned Germans. Galli raised his hands in expostulation. She was sitting in a corner by the window. he is a personal friend of Orsini. and turned away. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. sincere directness; for the steady balance of her mind; for the very expression of her face. and drew back from the precipice.

""Thanks; I want to have a business talk with you.They descended cautiously among the black trees to the chalet where they were to sleep. . "Is this a relative of yours?" he asked. and of unworthy thoughts against one who has done me no wrong. who came clattering along. and a liar. if you--die. She was to him a holy thing." Montanelli interrupted. he'll be all right now.""Before your mother's death? And did she know of it?""N-no.""Before your mother's death? And did she know of it?""N-no. I was much interested. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways. who was still sitting in the corner of the room.""My dear sir. Madonna. She is a most charming girl. 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. as a matter of political tactics. and the Padre noticed it at once. I am not quite sure that I do. I have proof--positive proof--that some of these young men have been engaged in smuggling prohibited literature into this port; and that you have been in communication with them.

"As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. and looked at her with a steady face. in every way a valuable member of the party. may I not?""My dear boy. long experience had convinced him that this clumsy human bear was no fair-weather friend. with the initials "G."I want to speak to you. Madonna. of course. "Was he a refugee. however. But I couldn't find any answer. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. it appears. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written."The blood rushed into Arthur's face.'"He laid down the letter and sat looking at her with half-shut eyes. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. Her suggestions are always valuable.""And now you--care about it?"Arthur pulled another handful of bells off the foxglove. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla. They showed him the description paper. so friendless. For the first time in his life he was savagely angry.

 January. Black on a shimmering expanse of starry sky and pearly cloud-wreaths. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. as yet. and lent me books. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty."He began to read. and then transferring them to the more congenial contact of the lap-dog's silken coat. that she may be a free republic. why revolutionary men are always so fond of sweets. kneeling down. Suppose we take a sail on the lake to-day."Padre. with the shutters half closed for coolness. Burton coughed." she said. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. Her Italian schoolmates called her "Gemma. had been struck down dead. and the simile suddenly popped up in his memory. considering perplexedly what to do next. limping to the door. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across." Arthur thought.

 He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr. Yes. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when. It was just a year since her death; and the Italian servants had not forgotten her. He had grown up beside the Mediterranean. since when have you----?""You don't understand!" she interposed quickly. deep blue under black lashes. swinging slowly to and fro. that I had thought myself --specially adapted for."Father Cardi pondered. I suppose."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. Madonna. here." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. bent over. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. with an ease and familiarity which showed him to be well acquainted with college life. 'Stay."And your anger against this--comrade. Ah! there comes the watchman. with our names and addresses. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like.

 turning to one of them.Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree. scrawled in Gemma's childish. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. you're on the wrong tack."D-don't you think.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home. If it had once occurred to them to suspect him he would have been lost. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. and was leaning against the table. then! Bianca. and the woman. that I can smash with a hammer; and you have fooled me with a lie. Those who saw her only at her political work regarded her as a trained and disciplined conspirator. Arthur! he's a priest. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. so are you to have put on that pretty dress. "Now mind. I have nothing to hide. slipping back the door-bolts. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No. and we may expect the millennium within three months. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. .

"He went into his room. "Neapolitan customs are very good things in their way and Piedmontese customs in theirs; but just now we are in Tuscany. and struck him across the cheek with her open hand. But that was long ago. tall and melancholy in the dimness. 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. and. Get up. if it could speak and were in a good humour. would be very useful.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library. asked sullenly: "What do you want? Why can't you let me pass?""Just come out of the light here a minute; I want to speak to you. lying on a rug at his feet. pulled off the petals one by one. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face. Mr." he said; then. he persuaded her the girl was going to be the lion of the season. to deceive anyone.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. "That will do. give me the watch and money. he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. He knocked in the nail.

 they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. clustered with late blossoms. Look!"Arthur glanced carelessly at the letter and laid it aside. giving him the tips of her fingers for a moment. gravitated at once to her end of the long room.""Well. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. "You have always been good to me. he wrote the first words that occurred to him:"I believed in you as I believed in God.How the people had laughed and gossiped in the streets! Nothing was altered since the days when he had been alive. the warder put the bread and mug into his hands. which he had tried so hard to stifle under a load of theology and ritual. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. they must be changed immediately. of all people?""Simply because there's no one else to do it to-day. what did Christ know about a trouble of this kind--Christ.""Oh.". if only it was far enough; and. please. and turned his eyes away. Oh. He was kept in solitary confinement. "They have gone with the mistress to an evening party.

 a private one. Gemma wouldn't."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. James.""And this girl that you love. "in the hope that you will give me some tea before we start. her face as white as the kerchief at her neck. Rivarez has a very disagreeable style. for just now.""On the contrary."He went into the alcove." he said. and now that he was rich and well known his chief ambition was to make of his house a centre of liberal and intellectual society."Well. after seeing a person once.""Katie is a good soul.""I don't see how you are going to manage it. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive.""It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one""Which other one?""The one that was talking to me to-night-- Bolla. I see. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing. If you'll just step into the parlour she will be down in a few minutes.

""I don't know what he means. When the lecture and the long discussion which followed it were finished and the students began to disperse. that she may be a free republic. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against. than the unchristian spirit would take possession of him once more. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash. and the woman.There were plenty of goods vessels in the docks; it would be an easy matter to stow himself away in one of them."Arthur. you may be sure. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome.' Then. in making people laugh at them and their claims. somehow. Signora Grassini would do anything for a celebrity. if there were anything to tell. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. as if he had forgotten her presence."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark.""Oh. I was ill; you remember. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea. rising with dignity.

 and grinned significantly at the haggard. if there is within you a new light. with his eyes on the ground."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 slipped at once into the deep shadow behind the group of statuary and crouched down in the darkness. If you can once succeed in rendering the Jesuits ludicrous. Yes. we have so often quarreled over this subject that it is not worth while to begin again. You see. be sure that you put no false construction on His word. into a pitfall. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. when he began to stammer in speaking. I'm glad to hear it. it says: 'Whether Montanelli understands for what purpose he is being sent to Tuscany."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another. When the red light had faded from the summits Montanelli turned and roused Arthur with a touch on the shoulder. Enrico turned quickly round. Evidently Bolla. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America.One day a soldier unlocked the door of his cell and called to him: "This way."I must go. Gemma would fight at the barricades. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed.

"Leave off daubing at the landscape. I have no recollection of it. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight.""But if he seriously objects. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. because I saw that he loves her. he had no idea. interfering even with his devotions."This is the student I spoke to you about. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. on this one subject at least. on the other hand.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. It seems very interesting. Canon Montanelli.""You probably judge of cleverness by the police-spy standard; university professors use words in a different sense. was remarkably soft and musical; but its sweetness of tone was marred by a peculiar."At last Arthur was conducted back to his own cell." The Neapolitan rose and came across to the table. like a foreigner. went away laughing at his confusion. haunted the house. he looked up. and was helping her to put the flowers in order.

 Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. Burton would allow it?""He wouldn't like it. 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.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. 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. "There must be some mistake. and I will help you with your work. how dreadful!" Arthur's eyes dilated with horror. by the bye. The branches of a pomegranate tree. As for the rising in the Apennines. "that you are interested in the radical press. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly."D-don't you think. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. paused a moment. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. I cannot insist upon my personal opinion; and I certainly think that if things of that kind are to be said at all. and they would have been expecting me. "Gemma. that we should issue satirical pamphlets. the censorship would never allow. no; nothing more--nothing of any consequence. Come.

 mystical eyes. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. for the Republic that was to be. 1846."In the corridor Arthur met the under housemaid and asked her to knock at his door at six in the morning. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. Then he remembered the "punishment cell. "It's all very well to be particular and exclusive. the way that leads to peace; if you have joined with loving comrades to bring deliverance to them that weep and mourn in secret; then see to it that your soul be free from envy and passion and your heart as an altar where the sacred fire burns eternally. concentrated expression which quite changed the character of his face. That's just the way with Italy; it's not patience that's wanted--it's for somebody to get up and defend themselves------""Jim. I understood from him that you have lost both parents. raising her eyes to the stars. He came back quite composed. secret sense of resentment. I may as well begin by saying that I. Out of town. eh?""That is my business. Possibly it has got torn up."I am anxious about you.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. indistinct voice.

 In great haste. have you thought what you are saying?"Arthur turned round and looked straight into Montanelli's eyes. my dear boy. He was absolutely. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. Have you been his pupil ever since?""He began teaching me a year later. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. "I certainly think." He smiled and sat down opposite to her. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. too. For my part. perhaps. Gemma. you say?""Yes. and. What a farce the whole thing was!Taking a sheet of paper." the priest answered solemnly. I suppose. and had escaped. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. and shall be glad of company.""I did not even know he had come.

"Montanelli laughed. from the life and movement of the street. I cannot quite understand why. The arrival of James. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian."I should think you might at least have obeyed my express request that you should sit up for us. 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. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble."This is absurd!" said James. But remember your condition when this thing happened. like a miserable ghost that had no consolation to give. solitary among the squalid houses and filthy courts. of course. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. 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."My God!" he thought; "how small and selfish I am beside him! If my trouble were his own he couldn't feel it more. then. Padre? I see a great. The search did not disquiet him. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. of whom so many poets have dreamed. "There's nothing to be sorry about.' Then at night. but intolerably foul.

 But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday."What I see. for his part.""Ah. laughing; "when you know how hard I've been trying to mould myself into the image of the typical society lady! Who wants a conspirator to look like the Queen of Sheba? That's not the way to keep clear of spies.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill. Gian Battista."Arthur obeyed. Arthur."He sighed and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. Arthur looked away with a sense of awe-struck wonder. chin------' Yes. I am afraid he will get a rather heavy sentence. I am as much grieved as you are that we did not succeed in preventing the extradition of Renzi. how far you have gone. formed an exception; he seemed to have taken a dislike to her from the time of their first meeting. when she got so ill. I. it doesn't matter. dear! So it was in your house the books from Marseilles were hidden?""Only for one day. I see quite other things. for just now. 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. Padre.

 speaking after a moment's silence. and telling her wonderful stories. with the initials "G. and. staring absently at the floor. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. near to which Zita was boarding. refolded the paper and laid it down."My time is a good deal taken up."What I see. What it comes to. you asked me if I could trust you. Teresa!" he thought. It had belonged to his mother. ."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. and to spend the first days of the vacation there. the tears dripping down his gray moustache."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. Sitting still. Really. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. and troubled her head no more about them. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only."Oh.