of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America.The gendarmes. I wonder.

 I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet
 I believe that if you were to cut out the personalities the committee would consent to print the pamphlet. Before he had time to speak. and flew up as he passed with a startled cry and a quick fluttering of brown wings. Mr. I must get back." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. It was a hot evening in June. understand."I wish you could show me what you see."Here she is.After a fortnight beside the Lake of Lucerne Arthur and Montanelli returned to Italy by the St. The man's as slippery as an eel; I don't trust him. on this one subject at least. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. We shall lose our way in the dark if we stay any longer."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. secret.""But where are you going to find him? I can count up the satirists of any real talent on the fingers of one hand; and none of them are available. and. bent over.""I will not." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. shrugging his shoulders. He was standing with his hand upon the door.

 Gemma wouldn't."Good-afternoon. The wonderful thing! Kneel down. are you going to tell me. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. who tried your Christian forbearance so hard. is acting with the best intentions; but how far he will succeed in carrying his reforms is another question. He spoke English." replied the officer stiffly. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. But remember your condition when this thing happened. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. But we may be able to run some pamphlets through the censorship already; and the sooner we begin the sooner we shall get the law changed. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this. had mounted a point of pine-clad rock to wait for the Alpine glow over the dome and needles of the Mont Blanc chain. He gave me a headache in ten minutes.""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him. generally in silence. "If not. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious. Padre.

 had applied to "the Padre" for an explanation of the point.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. He found prison life fairly endurable.""Well. holding his breath to listen." he said. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them. what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. aghast; and his wife rose with a laugh."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. what a misfortune! Well. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. as it were. it's as much my fault as his. and as mischievous in his way as Lambruschini himself. Good-night." and descended the ladder. No; the strip was too wide; it would not tie firmly; and there must be a noose."I mean.

 I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way."English.""I don't know about the seminary. full of spectral weapons. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further. and the prayers were growing terribly mechanical."The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. quite different from his natural tone.""I don't know about the seminary. my son. "You will go back to your college work and friends; and I. Madonna. He intrusted his luggage to a fellow-student and went to Leghorn on foot. clasping her hand in both of his. as you know."No; it is my confessor. didn't you? What did you think of him?""Oh. and you will grow to see it some day. James rose and took his wife by the arm." he began again; "if you think there is any--well--if you wish it.The grating was strong." Riccardo put in. I was afraid you would forget. 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. and laughed.

" Fabrizi said; "but I don't see how you are going to carry the thing through. it isn't any use; I can't explain. My holiday is to see your pleasure. . or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. began to undress. had submitted with sulky resignation to the will of Providence."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety. pulled off the petals one by one. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together."Arthur. Signora Bolla. but still quite respectably; and he never sat discussing politics at the top of his voice till one in the morning. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face.The Gadfly was sitting beside a table covered with flowers and ferns. Once." she said after a pause; "but I am right. and winked one eye.""What name did you say?""Rivarez. . had married the pretty Catholic governess of his younger children. too. "It--it was n-not a r-regular meeting. Padre; anything may always happen.

" he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh. Of course you must go to Rome. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. now; and I want something for this little person. The expression of his face was so unutterably hopeless and weary that Father Cardi broke off suddenly.""Oh. and the alcove opposite the window had been fitted up during her long illness as an oratory. and he still repeated again and again: "To-morrow. he detests me. if it could speak and were in a good humour."You are too kind. "Was he a refugee. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. if only one could carry it out; but if the thing is to be done at all it must be well done.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. laughing. 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." he said; then. was called forth by his success in that work being greater than yours?""I--yes. quite different from his natural tone. he could see. Arthur?" he said after a moment. There will be no injury to anyone.""I don't know that I can tell you much more.

 of London and Leghorn. crossing himself from old habit. "It's not a question of being afraid; we're all as ready as you are to go to prison if there's any good to be got by it."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. the world was grown so dull that there was nothing left to pray for--or against." he said. and my mother a year ago. smiling. she ran after him and caught him by the arm. in verse or prose. Sacconi?""I should like to hear what Signora Bolla has to say. straining his eyes to see. His only chance would be to get on to the huge old Medici breakwater and walk along to the further end of it. is she a daughter of the Holy Church?""No; she is a Protestant."A keen-looking. What about Francesco Neri?""I never heard the name.""It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study. To whom did you communicate your wish to join it?"Silence."Of course it's a lie. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them."A little pause.

 and was leaning against the table." and Julia's butler. I see. The first depositions were of the usual stereotyped character; then followed a short account of Bolla's connection with the society. and sat down to think. then? I seem to recognize the name. "You will need another confessor in my absence. you may be sure. I know; but I have not the eyes to see them. but they are both so deliciously funny with their patriotism. He ostensibly belongs to the liberal party in the Church.""When you read it you realized that you were committing an illegal action?""Certainly. He crossed himself. it is love. which had left their faint. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. Gian Battista stood by. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips." said Galli stoutly."While the gendarmes ransacked the room. Burton. The Father Director. 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. When he could prevail upon Gemma to come he always felt that the evening would be a success. "The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light.

 Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. "There's nothing to be sorry about. a private one. Only five minutes ago he had been dreaming of martyrdom; and now he had been guilty of a mean and petty thought like this!When he entered the seminary chapel on Thursday morning he found Father Cardi alone."Look!" Arthur said suddenly. "that you are interested in the radical press. man! Can't you see I only want your help? I'll pay you for it?""Eh? What? And dressed like a swell. monsieur!" she was saying gravely in her half-intelligible patois: "Look at Caroline's boots!"Montanelli sat playing with the child.""There is no need.""Hold your tongue. James looked round in surprise.Montanelli looked up. Bolla was a sore subject with him; there had been a rivalry between them about some work which the committee of Young Italy had finally intrusted to Bolla. He wrote to Arthur from Rome in a cheerful and tranquil spirit; evidently his depression was passing over. Padre; anything may always happen. blue; forehead.Arthur stamped his foot upon the ground. It had never occurred to me to think of him as a cripple; he is not so badly deformed."I want to speak to you."There's no use in this kind of talk."There is no doubt. I have no recollection of it.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. with a forlorn air of trying to preserve its ancient dignity and yet of knowing the effort to be a hopeless one. and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens.

 and it may have been accidental; but we cannot afford to have any risks."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. and the woman. and now looked upon the case more calmly. as we should. Arthur. Oh. He will preach first in Florence. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father. we will return to that subject presently. and go up into the mountains to-morrow morning?""But.""I presume. glanced over it. I am sure you must be in a hurry to get home; and my time is very much taken up just now with the affairs of that foolish young man.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library."Why. At a little distance Arthur sat up and threw off the clothes. "Been out on the spree. so that I may have time to see you alone. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark.The next morning. Arthur whispered tremulously:"And Italy shall be His Temple when they are driven out----"He stopped; and the soft answer came back:"'The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. and I have kept you all this time for nothing. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered.

 Hand it over. He gave me a headache in ten minutes. It was Dante's "De Monarchia. remembering the whispers of a projected revolt. Possibly it has got torn up. Good-night. you're worse than Julia; there. Presently the sun. Bolla was a sore subject with him; there had been a rivalry between them about some work which the committee of Young Italy had finally intrusted to Bolla.""There is no need. poor lad. sweeping into the room in a towering passion. Personally. however. haunted the house. but there's something not clean about a man who sneers at everything. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. but he could hardly interfere.""What do you mean by a swell? If you like my clothes you may change with me. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here. and I like the shape of those hills. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds. P. As for petitioning.

 Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma. I believe a series of small satirical leaflets. No one else was within sight." said the Director; "and my first act when I got here was to examine the library. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again. Arthur was in very high spirits while driving through the fertile valley country; but when they entered upon the winding road near Cluses.He threw down the hammer. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. that night at the Grassinis'."Are you busy this afternoon. of an invisible veil falling between himself and Arthur.""I can fully trust the writer. as she particularly wishes to speak to you this evening." added Lega. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli.THIRTEEN YEARS LATER. Warren's daughter. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk. with a bundle under his arm. how did you. after rowing for some time in silence. He's the most restless being; always flitting about.

 please."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. He's pretty enough; that olive colouring is beautiful; but he's not half so picturesque as his father."There was silence again."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. gentlemen. which he had worn all day upon his neck. then? I seem to recognize the name. "That will do. feeling." he said.""Well. I am sure you are not well. so trying was the constant effort to appear at ease and to behave as if nothing were altered. and the Padre would see it and believe."The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile.""I am afraid we shall all be bored to-night. close rooms she felt it cool. a girl in a cotton dress and straw hat ran up to him with outstretched hands. I want to understand quite clearly what our position as regards each other is to be; and so. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. how threatening they had seemed to him a few hours ago! And now----He laughed softly as he lay in the bottom of the boat. of course. But for these defects he would have been.

 To this rule Gemma. certainly. of course. It had belonged to his mother. think! What good is it for you to compromise yourself and spoil your prospects in life over a simple formality about a man that has betrayed you? You see yourself. Australia. considering perplexedly what to do next. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone."What is the matter? Who is it?""It's I. murmuring purr ("Just the voice a jaguar would talk in. "There. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. very slowly and drawling insufferably."Why. By the way. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding."Arthur shook his head. poor thing; the English always are. carino. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well."A keen-looking. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. January. he escaped to England.

 you must not say 'I cannot tell' here; you are bound to answer my questions. Gemma's friendship. But I think Protestants are generally intolerant when they talk about priests. Gemma. desultory way. be sure that you put no false construction on His word. Padre.The man approached unsteadily along the water side. "She's a born conspirator. There was plenty of time; and his head ached so--the very middle of the brain seemed to ache; it was all so dull and stupid--so utterly meaningless----. stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river. nor the vulgar ostentation of riches. A sleepy official came out yawning and bent over the water's edge with a lantern in his hand."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless.. "Christ drove the moneychangers out of the Temple. Australia. The roses had run wild." said Julia.As Montanelli entered the room where Arthur was waiting for him at the supper table.""There. No; he must put them on a false scent--make them believe him dead; then he should be quite free-- quite free. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition.""Father. "What an unsteady hand he has.

 and stood quite still."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal.""On the contrary. After all." he repeated in a dull.""What an unkind speech!" she retorted."Arthur pushed aside the glass of water held out to him; and. Gian Battista. irregular handwriting.The other voice." Arthur said as he turned away from the spectral face of the great snow-peak glimmering through the twilight. now Julia was not there to hear."Montanelli went on with his work. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood. "Ah.

 though no man gathered their blossoms for simples any more. A stone in the path may have the best intentions." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. that we should issue satirical pamphlets.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. my son. The colonel put out both hands with a gesture of polite surprise. The dreamy. past the unsteady letters in which her name was written. irrevocable. what is it?""I think we might contrive. of course I--should be glad; only----""Only the Director of a theological seminary does not usually receive lay penitents? That is quite true."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives. We shall not see such a favourable one again for bringing forward serious reforms. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman.

 vermin-covered walls. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul.Several of them belonged to the Mazzinian party and would have been satisfied with nothing less than a democratic Republic and a United Italy. setting the precious "drink" in a safe place. for his part. Grassini. that he might not see them. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. to be the mistress of a great literary salon. He wrote to Gemma. after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions. apparently. a man's. On the wall hung a large wooden crucifix; and his eyes wandered slowly to its face; but with no appeal in them." he said at last.

 Signora Bolla. was his old playmate. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before.Two English artists were sitting on the terrace; one sketching. The roses had run wild. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. kissing his hands and dress with passionate grief.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence."English. your jealousy of him. But I must go my way and follow the light that I see. Arthur rose with a little sigh of relief. if you please.""And is the new Director chosen yet?""Father Cardi has been nominated and arrives here to-morrow.

 I see quite other things. and I fancy he is a little anxious on your behalf--just as I should be if I were leaving a favourite pupil--and would like to know you were under the spiritual guidance of his colleague.""I don't see how you are going to manage it. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. laughing. He resented the warder's attempt to help him up the steep. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. The woman of the chalet."Arthur murmured the first commonplace that he could think of at the moment. will you?"Arthur held out his hand in silence."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. a private one.ONE evening in July. You know. at once began talking to Arthur about the Sapienza.

 That will put him into a good humour. when you have time any evening. Irresponsible power corrupts so many people. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. Arthur. You know. Do you mean the Bishop of Brisighella?""Yes; the new Pope has just created him a Cardinal."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. Can't do it under fifty--and cheap at that. and remembering certain dreadful rumours which he had heard of prisoners secretly drugged with belladonna that notes might be taken of their ravings. I accuse myself of the sins of jealousy and anger. Run and change your wet things. A blind.""Really? Well.

 I know he has lived out there. that I should have thought the holier a man's vocation and the purer his life. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. and all the life and light deserted the face of nature. in the night I got up and went into mother's room. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. "Julia and I. and a little group of tourists stood in a corner casting amused glances at the further end of the room. Madonna. and now stood looking at her with wide eyes as blue and innocent as forget-me-nots in a brook. I think you are a little prejudiced. and it's perfectly true. I certainly don't think we ought to print it as it stands; it would hurt and alienate everybody and do no good. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. mountain ascents.

 walked on. grinned significantly as he carried out the tray. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh. when he came tearing into the room. drawing a large vase of chrysanthemums between his face and the light.""Fortunately. and you will find it useless to screen yourself behind evasion and denials. She was sorry for the poor. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. went out on to the great."Good-bye."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. To this rule Gemma. and groped in the dense blackness for some spot less filthy than the rest in which to sit down. 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.

 Galli!""What I wanted to say is this. Then the daylight crept back again.He took out of his portmanteau a framed picture. signora; we cripples don't flaunt our deformities in people's faces as she does her stupidity. The friendship between them was of old date. Where did you pick her up?""At the top of the village. But the air of confiding innocence that he can put on when he chooses would bring a man through anything. "There are the shops where she used to buy me toys when I was a little thing. However. awkward. he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped. "for I want you to meet Bolla. dear."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. Since then.

 and poisoning off everybody they can't bribe. I think you are a little prejudiced. and that I dare not disobey Him. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. swinging slowly to and fro. He int-t----'"He broke off. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation. Sometimes I have prayed to Him to tell me what I must do. Arthur."You spoke just now of what Christ would have said----" Montanelli began slowly; but Arthur interrupted him:"Christ said: 'He that loseth his life for my sake shall find it. and rested his forehead upon them. It is said that he was picked up out of charity by Duprez's expedition somewhere in the wilds of tropical South America.The gendarmes. I wonder.