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find him. Our sentries already patrolled and the soldier, recognizing me, saluted. the streets, and our bugles were calling on I sent him for a surgeon, and came on the heights, with answering calls from the with the hurt man to the little house. fleet in the basin. Night came down Soon I was alone with him save for Baquickly, the stars shone out in the per- bette, and her I sent for a priest. As fect blue, and, as I walked, broken walls, soon as I had seen Vohan I guessed what shattered houses, solitary pillars, looked had happened — he had tried for his mystically strange. It was so quiet; as revenge at last. After a little time he if a beaten people had crawled away into knew me, but at first he could not speak. the holes our shot and shell had made, “What has happened — the Palace ?” to hide their misery. Now and again a said I. gaunt face looked out from a hiding- He nodded. place, and drew back again in fear at “ You blew it up — with Bigot?” I sight of me. Once a drunken woman

asked. spat at me and cursed me; once I was His reply was a whisper, and his face fired at; and many times from dark cor- twitched with pain : “ Not — with Biners I heard voices crying, “Sauvez-moi got.” -ah, sauvez-moi, bon Dieu ! ” Once I

gave him some cordial, which he was I stood for many minutes and watched inclined to refuse. It revived him, but our soldiers giving biscuits and their I saw he could live only a few hours. own share of rum to homeless French Presently he made an effort. “I will peasants hovering round the smoulder- tell you," he whispered. ing ruins of a house which carcasses had “Tell me first of my wife,” said I. destroyed.

“ Is she alive - is she alive?” And now my wits came back to me, If a smile could have been

upon my purposes, the power to act, which lips then, I saw one there – good Voban. for a couple of hours had seemed to be I put my ear down, and my

heart almost in abeyance. I hurried through nar- stopped beating, until I heard him say, row streets to the cathedral. There it “Find Mathilde,” and then it took to stood, a shattered mass, its sides all pounding wildly. broken, its roof gone, its tall octagonal


know where?” I asked. tower alone substantial and unchanged. “ In the Valdoche Hills,” he anComing to its rear, I found Babette's swered," where the Gray Monk lives little house, with open door, and I went by the Tall Calvary.” He gasped with in. There sat the old grandfather in pain; I let him rest awhile, and eased his corner, with a lighted candle on the the bandages on him, and soon he said, table near him, across his knees Jean's “I am to be gone soon. coat that I had worn. He only babbled I have wait for the good time to kill nonsense to my questioning, and, after him

him - Bigot — to send him and his calling aloud to Babette and getting no Palace to hell. I cannot tell


how I reply, I started for the Intendance. work to do it. It is no matter

I had scarcely left the house when I From an old cellar I mine, and at last I saw some French peasants coming to get the powder lay beneath him — his wards me with a litter. A woman, walk- Palace. So. But he does not come to ing behind the litter, carried a lantern, the Palace much this many months, and and one of our soldiers of artillery at- Madame Cournal is always with him, tended and directed. I ran forward, and it is hard to do the thing in other and discovered Voban, mortally hurt. ways. But I laugh when the English The woman gave a cry, and spoke my come in the town, and when I see Bigot name in a kind of surprise and relief; fly to his Palace alone to get his trea


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sure - chest I think it is my time. So and very thick. • How long?' he say, I ask the valet, and he say he is in the and take out his watch. · Five minutes private room that lead to the treasure- - perhaps,' I answer. He put his watch place. Then I come back quick to the on the table, and sit down on a bench secret place and fire my mine. In ten by it, and for a little minute he do not minutes all will be done. I go at once speak, but look at me close, and not anto his room again, alone. I pass through gry, as you would think. Voban,' he the one room, and come to the other. say in a low voice, ‘Bigot was a thief.' It is a room with one small barred win

He point to the chest. He stole from dow. If he is there, I will say a word the King - my father.

He stole your to him that I have wait long to say, Mathilde from you! He should have then shut the door on us both, for I am died. We have both been blunderers, sick of life, and watch him and laugh at Voban, blunderers,' he say; things him till the end comes. If he is in the have gone wrong with us. We have lost other room, then I have another


all.' There is little time. Tell me one sure

thing,' he go on. •Is Mademoiselle DuHe paused, exhausted, and I waited varney safe -- do you know?' I tell

till he could again go on. At last he him yes, and he smile, and take from made a great effort, and continued: “I his pocket something, and lay it against go back to the first room, and he is not his lips, and then put it back in his there. I pass

soft to the treasure-room, breast. You are not afraid to die, Voand I see him kneel beside a chest, look- ban?' he ask. I answer no. • Shake ing in. His back is to me. I hear him hands with me, my friend,' he speak, laugh to himself. I shut the door, turn and I do so that. * Ah, pardon, pardon, the key, go to the window and throw it Monsieur,' I say. “No, no, Voban ; it out, and look at him again. But now was to be,' he answer. • We shall meet he stand and turn to me, and then I see again, comrade,' he say also, and he turn

I see it is not Bigot, but . M’sieu” away from me and look to the sky Doltaire !

through the window, and nod his head. “I am sick when I see that, and at Then he look at his watch, and get to first I cannot speak, my tongue stick in his feet, and stand there still. I kiss my my mouth so dry. • Has Voban turn crucifix. He reach out and touch it, and robber?' he say. I put out my hand bring his fingers to his lips. Who can

• and try to speak again, but no. • What tell? ' he say. Perhaps. For a little did you throw from the window ? 'he minute ah, it seem like a year, and speak. * And what's the matter, my it is so still, so still he stand there, Voban ?' My God,' I say at him now, and then he put his hand over the watch, 'I thought you are Bigot!' I point to lift it up, and shut his eyes, as if time is the floor. • Powder!' I whisper. His all done. While you can count ten it is eyes go like fire so terrible ; he look to so, and then the great crash come.” the window, take a quick angry step For a long time he lay silent again. I to me, but stand still. Then he point gave him more cordial, and he revived, to the window. "The key, Voban?' he and ended his tale. “I am a blunderer, say; and I answer, ‘Yes.' He get pale ; '

as M'sieu' say,” he went on, “ for he is then he go and try the door, look close killed, not Bigot and me, and only a litat the walls, try them — quick, quick, tle part of the Palace go to pieces. And stop, for a panel, then try again, stand so they fetch me here, and I wish — my still, and lean against the table. It is God, I wish I go with M'sieu' Doltaire." no use to call ; no one can hear, for it is Two hours after I went to the Inall roar outside, and these walls are solid tendance, and there I found that the

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body of my enemy had been placed in - all in a sort of sleep; for I was restthe room where I had last seen him ing, too, one part of me all still and hapwith Alixe. He lay on the same couch py. How good this rich earth was ; how where she had lain. The flag of France sweet a thing to lie close to Mother Nacovered his broken body, but his face ture, the true or careless or good-for-nowas untouched

- as it had been in life, thing head against her knee, even with haunting, fascinating, though the shift- the foolishness of the child who buries ing lights were gone, the fine eyes closed. his hot face in the nest of cool sand that A noble peace hid all that was sardonic; he has made ! not even Gabord would now have called As I mused, Doltaire's face passed him “ Master Devil.” I covered up his before me as it was in life, and I heard face and left him there, - peasant and him say again of the peasants, " These prince, — candles burning at his head shall save the earth some day, for they and feet, and the star of Louis on his are of it, and live close to it, and are shattered breast; and I saw him no kin to it." more.

Then, all at once, there rushed before All that night I walked the ramparts, me that scene in the convent, when all thinking, remembering, hoping, waiting the devil in him broke loose upon the for the morning; and when I saw the woman I loved. But, turning on my light break over those far eastern par- homely bed, I looked up and saw the ishes, wasted by fire and sword, I set out deep quiet of the skies, the stable peace on a journey to the Valdoche Hills. of the stars, and I was a son of the good

earth again, a sojourner in the tents of It was in the saffron light of early Home. I did not doubt that Alixe was morning that I saw it, the Tall Calvary alive or that I should find her. There of the Valdoche Hills. The night be- was assurance in this benignant night. fore I had come up through a long val- In that thought, dreaming that her cheek ley, overhung with pines on one side lay close to mine, her arm around my and crimsoning maples on the other, neck, I fell asleep. I waked to hear the and, traveling till nearly midnight, had squirrels stirring in the trees, the whir lain down in the hollow of a bank, and of the partridge, and the first unvarying listened to a little river leap over cas- note of the oriole. Turning on my dry, cades, and, far below, go prattling on to leafy bed, I looked down, and saw in the the great river in the south. My eyes dark haze of dawn the beavers at their closed, but for long I did not sleep. I house-building. heard a night-hawk go by on a lonely I was at the beginning of a deep gorge mission, a beaver slide from a log into or valley, on one side of which was a the water, and the delicate humming of steep sloping bill of grass and trees, the pine needles was a drowsy music, and on the other a huge escarpment of through which broke by and by the mossed and jagged rocks. Then, farther strange, sad crying of a loon from the up, the valley seemed to end in a huge water below. I was neither asleep nor promontory. On this great wedge grim awake, but steeped in this wide awe of shapes loomed in the mist, uncouth and night, the sweet smell of earth and run- shadowy and unnatural — a lonely, mysning water in my nostrils. Once, too, terious Brocken, impossible to human in a slight breeze, the scent of some wild tenantry. Yet as I watched the mist animal's nest near by came past, and I slowly rise, there grew in me the feeling found it good. I lifted up a handful of that there lay the end of my quest. I loose earth and powdered leaves, and came down to the brook, bathed my face held it to my nose, a good, brave smell, and hands, ate my frugal breakfast of

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bread, with berries picked from the hill- In a secluded cave I found Alixe with side, and, as the yellow light of the ris- her father, caring for him, for he was ing sun broke over the promontory, I not yet wholly recovered from his hurt. saw the Tall Calvary upon a knoll, There was no waiting now. The ban of strange comrade to the huge rocks and Church did not hold her back, nor did monoliths - as it were vast playthings her father do aught but smile when she of the Mighty Men, the fabled ancestors came laughing and crying into my arms. of the Indian races of the land.

The good Seigneur put out his hand to I started up the valley, and presently me beseechingly. I took it, clasped it. all the earth grew blithe, and the birds “The city ?” he asked. filled the woods and valleys with jocund “ Is ours," I answered. noise. I was hopeful, ready for happi

“ And my son ness, a deadly smother lifted from my I told him how, the night that the city heart.

was taken, the Chevalier la Darante and It was near noon before I knew that I had gone a sad journey in a boat to my pilgrimage was over. Then, coming the Island of Orleans, and there, in the round a point of rock, I saw the Gray chapel yard, near to his father's château, Monk, of whom strange legends had we had laid a brave and honest gentlelately traveled to the city. I took off man who died fighting for his country. my hat to him reverently ; but all at By and by, when their grief had a once he threw back his cowl, and I saw, little abated, I took them out into the no monk, but, much altered, the good sunshine, a pleasant green valley lying chaplain who had married me to Alixe to the north, and to the south, far off, in the Château St. Louis. He had been the wall of rosy hills that hid the caphurt when he was fired upon in the wa- tured town. As we stood there, a scarter; had escaped, however, got to shore, let figure came winding in and out and made his way into the woods. There among the giant stones, crosses hanging he had met Mathilde, who led him to her at her girdle. She approached us, and, lonely home in this hill. Seeing the Tall seeing me, she said, “ Hush! I know a Calvary, he had conceived the idea of place where all the lovers can hide.” And this disguise, and Mathilde had brought she put a little wooden cross into my him the robe for the purpose.


Gilbert Parker.



WHOEVER loves the music of English their present increasing rarity to the persparrows should live in Chattanooga ; secutions of boys, who find a profit in there is no place on the planet, it is to selling the young into captivity. Their be hoped, where they are more numer- place, in the city especially, is taken by ous and pervasive. Mocking-birds are catbirds ; interesting, imitative, and in scarce. To the best of my recollection, their own measure tuneful, but poor subI saw none in the city itself, and less stitutes for mocking-birds. In fact, it is than half a dozen in the surrounding impossible to think of any bird as really country. A young gentleman whom I filling that rôle. The brown thrush, it questioned upon the subject told me that is true, sings quite in the mocking-bird's they used to be common, and attributed manner, and, to my ear, almost or quite as well; but he possesses no gift as a sorry to say, not unprecedented — of a mimic, and furthermore, without being bird - house occupied in partnership by exactly a bird of the forest or the wilder- purple martins and English sparrows. ness, is instinctively and irreclaimably a They had finished their quarrels, if they recluse. It would be hard, even among had ever had any, — which can hardly be human beings, to find a nature less open to doubt, both native and foreigner touched with urbanity. In the mock- being constitutionally belligerent, - and ing-bird the elements are more happily frequently sat side by side upon the mixed. Not gregarious, intolerant of ridge-pole, like the best of friends. The rivalry, and, as far as creatures of his oftener I saw them there, the more inown kind are con

oncerned, a stickler for dignant I became at the martins' unelbow-room, - sharing with his brown

sharing with his brown American behavior. Such a disgraceful relative in this respect, he is at the surrender of the Monroe Doctrine was same time a born citizen and neighbor ; too much even for a man of peace. I as fond of gardens and dooryard trees have never called myself a Jingo, but for as the thrasher is of scrublands and bar- once it would have done me good to see berry bushes. “Man delights me,” he the lion's tail twisted. might say, “and woman also.” He likes With the exception of a few pairs of to be listened to, it is pretty certain ; and rough-wings on Missionary Ridge, the possibly he is dimly aware of the artistic martins seemed to be the only swallows value of appreciation, without which no in the country at that time of the

year ; artist ever did his best. Add to this en- and though Progne subis, in spite of an dearing social quality the splendor and occasional excess of good nature, is a freedom of the mocker's vocal perform- most noble bird, it was impossible not to ances, multifarious, sensational, incom- feel that by itself it constituted but a parable, by turns entrancing and amus- meagrerepresentation of an entire family. ing, and it is easy to understand how he Swallows are none too numerous in Mashas come to hold a place by himself in sachusetts, in these days, and are pretty Southern sentiment and literature. A certainly growing fewer and fewer, what city without mocking-birds is only half with the prevalence of the box-monopoSouthern, though black faces be never lizing European sparrow, and the passso thick upon the sidewalks and mules ing of the big, old-fashioned, widely vennever so common in the streets. If the tilated barn; for there is no member of boys have driven the great mimic away the family, not even the sand martin, from Chattanooga, it is time the fathers whose distribution does not depend in took the boys in hand. Civic pride alone great degree upon human agency. Even ought to bring this about, to say nothing yet, however, if a Massachusetts man of the possible effect upon real estate will make a circuit of a few miles, he will values of the abundant and familiar pre- usually meet with tree swallows, barn sence of this world-renowned, town-lov- swallows, cliff swallows, sand martins, ing, town-charming songster.

and purple martins. In other words, he From my window, on the side of Cam- need not go far to find all the species of eron Hill, I heard daily the singing of an eastern North America, with the sirgle orchard oriole — another fine and neigh- exception of the least attractive of the borly bird -- and a golden warbler, with six; that is to say, the rough-wing. As sometimes the fidgety, fidgety of a Mary- compared with the people of eastern land yellow-throat. What could he be Tennessee, then, we are still pretty well fussing about in so unlikely a quarter? favored. It is worth while to travel now An adjoining yard presented the unnat- and then, if only to find ourselves better ural spectacle — unnatural, but, I am off at home.


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