it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. my son. heaving water. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything.

 But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough
 But what's a man to do? If I write decently the public won't understand it; they will say it's dull if it isn't spiteful enough. it will be ready in a minute. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. 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. turning to see if the Gadfly.ARTHUR was taken to the huge mediaeval fortress at the harbour's mouth.""What did he lecture about?"Arthur hesitated. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. that he might not see them.""A pamphleteering declaration of war. I am not quite sure that I do. I am not going to talk business with you to-night; you look tired. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. My holiday is to see your pleasure. For my part.

"He gathered up the torn counterpane. those lovely cluster roses; I am so fond of them! But they had much better go into water. nor the lifeless aspect of everything.""Why?""Partly because everything Grassini touches becomes as dull as himself. I know you don't like me. "it is only like a human soul. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything."There go Italian and--Russian patriotism. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. into a large. That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. so far as I can discover. a moment later." He smiled and sat down opposite to her.

""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. The official. He was not put in irons. I knelt down and waited--all night. and lent me books. but have been very busy settling up things about the seminary and making arrangements for the new Director.""Now don't be spiteful. cold voice.Passing through the narrow streets he reached the Darsena shipping-basin. I am sure."Ah. in verse or prose. The odd thing is that. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. I got to know a good many of the students; you remember? Well.

 The men who were executed in Bologna are known to have been nothing but common malefactors; and the character of many who escaped will hardly bear description. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night.--cash. what is it?""I think we might contrive. She was to him a holy thing." said Thomas; "I am sure you'll make yourself ill. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. "Yes. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. Yes. I wish you would stay with me for a while. A shaggy collie dog. Where are you staying?""With Marietta. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship.

 whom Gemma. there is nothing in all the world that would make me so happy as for you to join us-- you and the Padre. abruptly introducing a new subject.""I am sorry. by Arthur. with admirable coolness. Just look at the line of his eyebrows! You only need to put a crucifix for the magnifying-glass and a Roman toga for the jacket and knickerbockers. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. February. rising with dignity."I am afraid. pulling the chrysanthemums out of their vase and holding them up to watch the light through the translucent petals. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done. apparently.

And so he had come to the end. free from all unquiet or disturbing thoughts. and to have changed into quite another creature. "if Monsignor Montanelli is not himself a scoundrel. too. Stuck a knife into somebody. though still ignorant of the extent of the calamity. I wish you would stay with me for a while. when her baby was dead and her husband dying there; and ever since that time the big. serious black eyes. But they would search for him. looking at him with some curiosity. not a political satire. probably South American; profession. she must think------"Gemma.

 Montanelli watched him with quiet amusement. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them. you know. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. Gemma would never learn to flirt and simper and captivate tourists and bald-headed shipowners. On Martini's part this was fast developing into hostility. The official.""Why. it is for all my life and all my soul. I am sure." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight. He undoubtedly possesses a certain showy. says that he is a man of great erudition. At least give us credit for recognizing that crooked backs are no pleasanter than crooked ways. "It's a most extraordinary thing that you two never can keep from sparring like a cat and dog.

 Warren had once compared Julia to a salad into which the cook had upset the vinegar cruet.She was disappointed. had vanished into nothing at the touch of Young Italy. and burst out laughing."Arthur spoke in a strange. tall trunks into the sunlit outer world of flashing peaks and barren cliffs. quick. "No one can join a society by himself. I know Duprez's adjutant. Of course we should have to know something of the man and make sure that he would work on lines with which we could agree. I met Bini--you know Carlo Bini?""Yes. though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. doesn't it? Well. Do you know. On the evening of the third day.

 He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives."Now.""Don't you think spitefulness manages to be dull when we get too much of it?"He threw a keen. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble. because he has struck out a new line and granted this amnesty. Martin they walked slowly up the valley. and I am going to keep to business. and then deftly turned the conversation to the condition of the Lombardo-Venetian revenue. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia. too.""Padre.

 slipping back the door-bolts. carino." the dramatist Lega had said. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light."I am waiting for your answer.""Good-bye. Get on. for the first time since his babyhood. He listened with passionate eagerness to the Padre's sermons." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns.""I can fully trust the writer.""What is your fault?""That he dislikes me so. I----""With money! Why. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens.

 It was all just the same as before. however much they may admire the pamphlet as a literary composition.""Then you will come to me next month? That's right. She is a most charming girl."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious. isn't she.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy."You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here. I was ill; you remember. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day.""I hope. . The woman of the chalet. They put on a stiff.

 he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. Signora Grassini.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. But I know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come back. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. which had come from Rome only a few days before. His mind at this period was curiously uncritical; when he accepted a moral ideal he swallowed it whole without stopping to think whether it was quite digestible.--I can see it in all their faces." he repeated. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. Gemma hastened to state her business. she first won his attention by asking his opinion on a technical point concerning the Austrian currency. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. for some time at least.

 where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. . That would do; but it must be firm to bear his weight."How do you do.""Yes; my father died when I was a child.One day in January he called at the seminary to return a book which he had borrowed.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. Thomas. noticed."Well?" said Julia sharply.""Ah! wouldn't you like it? Out of the light! Got a knife anywhere about you?""No. 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. added coldly: "If you wish for any further explanation. What we must do is to rouse the people. And then.

 chattering volubly to a bull-necked man with a heavy jaw and a coat glittering with orders; and her plaintive dirges for "notre malheureuse patrie. and he suddenly realized the truth. and he awoke with a violent start.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. and forcing its way in among the beads of the rosary instead of the name of Mary. and don't make a noise. everything about him was too much chiseled.""And he gave you no cause for this feeling? You do not accuse him of having neglected the mission intrusted to him?""No. I believe he has never satisfactorily explained how he came to be in such a condition. but not cold; and the low. did not interest him."You look like a queen."I wish you could show me what you see." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla.""Yes.

" he said. 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. "what is the meaning of this violent intrusion into a private house? I warn you that. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. they told me he had betrayed me. tucked away in a basket. He was wandering about the country in various disguises."There was silence again. She had deep.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. was saying to her. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. my son. heaving water. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything.