ed Papacy; and people looked eagerly to him for an exposition of the "new doctrine," the gospel of love and reconciliation which was to cure the sorrows of Italy. The nomination of Cardinal Gizzi to

of people accustomed to regard blackmailing, peculation, and disreputable intrigues as almost invariable adjuncts to the career of a prelate. Moreove

easy game to catch. To all invitations he replied with the same courteous but positive refusal, saying that his

ce the way Grassini bowed when the Cardinal's carriage drove up? It's all one to them who a man is, so long as he's talked about. I never saw such lion-hunters in my li

t Martini, fearing a return of Gemma's troublesome headaches, had persuaded her to come away before the Mass was over. The sun

he hills. Let us keep along the Lung'Arno; Montanelli will pass on his w

have just

urned to us when the carriage passed. If we keep near to the bridge we

n fancy to see Montanelli? You never

e man himself; I want to see how much

was

after Arth

to the Lung'Arno, and she was staring absently across t

to let that miserable business haunt you all your li

; and, leaning her arm on the stone balustrade of the bridge, looked down into the river

lowly raising her eyes to his; then with a nervous little shi

and walked on along the river-side.

g about it that I have never heard in any other human v

't know whether you could lay your hand on one other high dignitary in all the Italian Church-except the Pope himself-whose reputation is so utterly spotless. I remember, when I was in the Romagna last year, passing through his diocese and seeing those fierce mountaineers waiting in the rain to get a glimpse of him or touch his dress. He is venerated there almost as a saint; and tha

to herself, "if he knows the

know it? Do you th

it is no

you kn

he told

tanelli? Gemma, w

hey were standing still again, he leaning on the balustrade and she

r all these years, and I have never tol

dear," he broke in hastily;

nni to

uth, now we have begun talking about it-he said that you were always brooding over that wretched story, and he begged me to be as good a f

moment; "I should have been badly off without your friendship.

o do with it. What he told me was about-a

his drowning himself. Well, I

e Cardinal's carriage would have to pass. Gemma l

two lovers than teacher and pupil. Arthur almost worshipped the ground that Montanelli walked on, and I remember his once telling me that if he lost his 'Padre'-he always used to call Montanelli so-he should go and drown himself. Well, then yo

moment, and w

about Giovanni's second letter coming from the prison to say that they had heard from the jailer about Cardi, and that Arthur had been tricked in the confessional. I remember the student saying to me: 'It is at least some consolation that we know he was innocent' My fat

ever foun

caught him up at the garden gate. When I said: 'Canon Montanelli, I want to speak to you,' he just stopped and waited silently for me to speak. Oh, Cesare, if you had seen his face-it haunted me for months afterwards! I said: 'I am Dr. Warren's daughter, and I have come to tell you that it is I who have ki

d t

never hear anything that could remind me. He was afraid I should end in the water, too; and indeed I believe I was near it at one time. But then, you know, when we found out that my father had cancer I was obliged to come to myself-there was no one else to nurse him. And after he died I was left with the little ones on my hands until my elder

led and sho

saw you. I remember his coming back to Milan after that first visit to Leghorn and raving about you to me

to catch a glimpse of him. The inspired look that his face had worn in the Cathedral had faded quite away and the sunlight showed the lines of care and fatigue. When he had alighted and passed, with the heavy, spiritles

fter a little pause; "what he meant about the

es

e was the most extraordinary pe

een w

ad the same spiritual look as Arthur's, and I believe they were alike in character, too. But she always seemed half frightened, like a detected criminal; and her step-son's wife used to treat her as no decent person treats a dog. And t

e cause of his death, not the Cardi affair at all," Martini interposed, offeri

e, you would not think that. It may be all true about Mont

a little way wi

y, but at least the poor lad is out of it now, and luckier than some of those that are left-the ones that are in exile and in prison. You and I have them to think of, we have no right to eat out our hearts for the dead. R

dropped it suddenly and drew back at the soun

is world that he ought to be politely escorted into the next. I am sure he would cause as great a sensation there as he has done here; there are p-p-pr

Dr. Riccardo's voice in a tone

nces. Now, honesty and c-c-cardinals-that seems to me a somewhat capricious alliance, and rather an uncomfortable one, like shrimps and li

lly-gloved hand. With the sunlight reflected in his immaculate boots and glancing back from the water on to his smiling face, he looked to Martini les

Signora Bolla

he shadow of her bonnet, and the ribbon at her throat flu

home," she

down to arrange her cloak, which was hanging over the wheel, he raised his eyes suddenly

asked, in English, when they had starte

was no fault of his

fri

he waited silently till she should recover her self-com

ith one's nerves and makes one imagine all sorts of impossible things. We will NEVER talk about that subject again, Cesare, or I shall see fantastic likenesses to Ar