e King was reigning."

tinued my brother, "but in '93, relao use a man had to rely on his own to work. Where you are going, M.

there is one branch of manufactures iarchal and lovely, my sister dear! g of a kind called fruity."

sing the man to eat, my brother exngth how Pontarlier cheese-making was he factories are of two sorts: the big un by the rich dairy farmers, who keep - head of milchers and produce seven sands of cheese yearly; and the cotories, societies formed by the petty e mid-upland, who mass their produce proceeds. They hire a practical cheeseeceives the society's milk thrice a day count of the quantity. Towards the the cheese factories begin running, - middle of June the cattle men drive on the highlands.

became animated while eating. My him drink the Mauves wine, which he t touch as it is too dear for him. My into the particulars above with that which you knew so well, glancing off reflections for me. He dwelt upon king to impress on the man that it od business for him to be attached to, r him, wishing him to see it in that rudely and directly advising him. struck me; throughout the repast and the evening,—though I have told you a man this was,-my brother did not ith the exception of the remark about entered, to remind him what he was his own position. Yet it seemed an

ew. Perhaps another would have grasped this to nourish the soul of this sinner, being under nd, at the same time as the body, and deliver ches fraught with counsel and morality, or at how commiseration with exhortation to behave in the future.

brother did not even ask him where he came or his story. There must have been a fault, y brother deemed to avoid so much as remindn of it. This was so, for, at one point, as other was expatiating on the Pontarlier mouns, who have "the sweeter toil as it is high up the heavens, and are happy because guileless,” oped short, fearing that something in the renight wound the man's feelings.

hinking this over, I believe I can see what was g in Charles' mind. Not but he thought that aljean man had his misery too plainly before d that the better way was to divert him, and him believe even for a while that he was like men-by treating him in the ordinary way. this indeed genuine charity? something truly lic in the delicacy abstaining from all lecturoralizing, and allusions; the best pity being in uching the raw spot in the soul? It seems that such was my brother's inward thought. I case I must say that if this were so, he did eal the ideas even to me. From beginning to e was the same as ever all the evening and he I with this vagabond with the same manners : were his curate or a neighbor.

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ards the close, as we were at the fruit, a knock at the door. It was Mother Gerbaud, with her oy in her arms. My brother kissed the little d borrowed some silver that I had to give the . The man did not pay any great heed. He

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Iagloire had cleared away very briskly to our rooms. I sent her directly after the man's bed a Black Forest buckskin I have, as the nights are icy, and it is a

When Madam Magloire returned, we yers and retired without speaking about

ing good-night to his sister, Bishop Myone of the silver candlesticks from the mself, gave the other to his guest, and

are ready, sir, I will show you your

followed him. The rooms were so loto pass in or out of the oratory where as placed, one had to cross through the room. As the two were doing so, Houseloire was shutting up the silver plate in d at the head of the bed. It was her Fore going to rest.

o installed his guest in the alcove, where ite bed was ready. The man stood the e little table.

ou will have a good night," said the host. u start in the morning I shall have a milk for you."

ou, master priest," said the man.

ad he uttered these words, full of peace, en strange thrill shook him, and would the two women with horror had they is hard to say at present what inspired moment. Did he mean to give warning t a threat? Or did he merely obey some npulse obscure to himself? He wheeled

ke this?" he added with a chuckle in which onster's tone. "Have you thought the thing w are you to know but that I have committed

is the concern of our good God," replied the

ly, moving his lips as though he were praypeaking to himself, he raised two fingers of t hand, and blessed the man, who did not he benediction, and, without turning his head ng behind him, he went into his own cham

the recess was occupied, a wide serge screen wn from side to side to conceal the altar ratory. The bishop bent the knee in passing he curtain and made a brief prayer. other moment he was in his garden, walking -ie, contemplative, with his soul and brain holly to those grand, mysterious matters eaven shows in the night to open eyes. r his guest, he was so tired that he did not ke advantage of the nice white sheets. He vn out his candle by stopping up one nostril finger laid beside it and blowing through r, after the manner of prisoners when candles ed, and dropped dressed on the couch, where off at once into deep slumber.

ght struck as the bishop returned from the into his room.

w minutes subsequently all were asleep out the little house.

(Translated by Andrew Lang)

Grave said to the Rose What of the dews of dawn, Hower, what end is theirs?" nd what of spirits flown, ls whereon doth close ab's mouth unawares?" se said to the Grave.

se said: "In the shade
he dawn's tears is made
perfume faint and strange,
mber and honey sweet."
And all the spirits fleet
suffer a sky-change,

More strangely than the dew, "o God's own angels new," ave said to the Rose.