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I. IN KEDAR's Tents. By Henry Seton

Merriman. Chaps. VII. and VIII.,
II. THE MISSION OF TENNYBON. By W. S.

Lilly,
III. A SWISS TOURIST. Translated for The

Living Age,
IV. THAT AWKWARD Boy,
V. THE TRUE NATURE OF "FALSETTO." By

E. Davidson Palmer,
VI. ANNE MURRAY: A ROYALIST LADY. By

Margaret M. Verney,
VII. RUSKIN'S SOCIAL EXPERIMENT. Ву

Blanche Atkinson,
VIII. WIDDER VLINT.
IX. COLOR IN PHOTOGRAPHY. By Silvanus

Thompson,
X. THE DIFFICULTIES OF RELIGIOUS Po-

ETRY,
XI. PATHOLOGICAL EXPERIMENTS ON ANI-

MALS,

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POETRY.

218

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THE STORMY PETREL.

218 | THE FAIRY WIFE.
21

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TIE PRICE.

Nay, poor Petrel, here's a story writ for A man lived fifty years-joy dashed with thee through gentler lore: tears;

Named wert thou, that walk'st the water, Loved, toiled, had wife and child, and from the impetuous saint of yore lost them; died;

Peter—who by faith would gladly step And left of all his long life's work one with trembling human feet little song

On the Lord's own shining pathway, there That lasted-nought beside.

his gracious Lord to greet.

Fear not. He whose touch upheld the Like the monk Felix' bird that song was

apostle's life on Galilee, heard;

Gave thy wings, strong and sustaining, O Doubt prayed, Faith soared, Death

thou wandering bird, to thee! smiled itself to sleep;

LADY LINDSAY. That song saved souls. You say? The

man paid stifly? Nay,

God paid-and thought it cheap.
Good Words.
VIDA BRISS.

THE FAIRY WIFE.
What will I do the long days through that

see not you, ma gilli mar?
How shall I bring the heart to sing amid

the folk that deathless are? THE STORMY PETREL.

We loved ten years, and now no tears Harbinger of death and danger, o'er the

your fairy wife can find to shed, darkling furrowed sea

Ma gilli mar, now you go far on a path her Rides the Stormy Petrel telling where the

feet can never tread. gathered whirlwinds be. Bird of Fate, whom we should welcome, Mavrone, mavrone, that I make my moan counting thee as truly blest

from a breast like stone, ma gilli For thy tidings and thy warnings timely mar! brought from east or west,

No tears to shed on your golden head, and Know'st not that an ill-tongued prophet is the lips that laughed and silent are! by all men deemed accurst

You chose me out from the fairy rout, you He that soonest cries disaster, he that

gave me sorrow and hope and fear, sees far doom the first?

And now I lean by your bed and keen, and

wish you had given me death, my Thou and thy weird web-footed brethren, dear.

sable-featured, tempest toss'd, Ye are held for souls of pirates, errant- What will I do the long days through of drifting, sentenced, lost,

years that you know not, machree? Spirits of such crafty Norsemen as in My fairy birth is crossed with earth, and rapine ruled the main,

my kindred's mirth is strange to me. Shedding blood for very fierceness, lust The laughter wild of my fairy child that of treasure and of gain,

never smiled in her father's face, Now condemned to wander ever, evermore Pricks through my heart while I walk to dip and lave

apart where shadows brood in his Black-stained sins, black deeds of old time, sleeping-place. in the crystal-crested wave.

Why would you give me that must live for Say, ye wraiths of Viking rovers, grim and

weary years, to fade like dew, dreaded buccaneers,

The gift to know earth's joy and woe, but Whose vindictive quest of white sails still

not to go to the grave with you? across mid-ocean steers,

Ma gilli mar, your way lies far by never a Tracking wreck and bringing wreckage

star that might light my feet, say, in mystic demon form,

Yet had but I the gift to die, it's the same Do ye plan and tread, commanding, every

night that we two would meet. footprint of the storm?

NORA HOPPER.

IN KEDAR'S TENTS.:

the cause of Queen Christina, and very BY HENBY SETON MERRIMAN, AUTHOR OF THE modestly estimating the worth of their SOWERS."

services at the sum of thirteen pence a CHAPTER VII.

diem. After all, the value of a man's

life is but the price of his daily hire. IN A MOORISH GARDEN.

"We did not pay them much," said "When love is not a blasphemy, it is a religion." General Vincente, with a deprecating

There is, perhaps, a subtle signifi. little smile, “but they did not fight cance in the fact that the greatest, the much. Their pay was generally in arcruelest, the most barbarous civil war rears, and they were usually in the of modern days, if not of all time, has rear as well. What will you, my dear owed its outbreak and its long continu- Conyngham; you are a commercial ance to the influence of a woman. people, you keep good soldiers in the When Ferdinand VII. of Spain died in shop window, and when a buyer comes 1833, after a reign broken and disturbed you serve him with second-class goods by the passage of that human cyclone, from behind the counter.” Napoleon the Great, he bequeathed his

He beamed on Conyngham with a kingdom, in defiance of the Salic Law, pleasant air of benign connivance in a to his daughter Isabella. Ferdinand's very legitimate commercial transaction. brother Carlos, however, claimed the

This is no time or place to go into the throne, under the very just contention history of the English legion in Spain, that the Salic Law, by which women which, indeed, had quitted that counwere excluded from the heritage of the try before Conyngham landed there, crown, had never been legally abro- horrified by the barbarities of a cruel gated.

war, where prisoners received no quarThis was the spark that fell in a tin- ter, and the soldiers on either side were der made up of ambition, unscrupulous. left without pay or rations. In a halfDess, cruelty, bloodthirstiness, self- hearted manner England went to the seeking, and jealousy-the morale, in a

assistance of the

queen

regent of word, of the Spain of sixty years ago. Spain, and one error in statesmanship Some sided with the Queen Regent led to many. It is always a mistake to Christina and rallied round the child- strike gently. queen, because they saw that that way

"This country," said General Vinlay glory and promotion. Others cente, in his suavest manner, “owes flocked to the standard of Don Carlos, much to yours, my dear Conyngham; because they were poor and of no influ. but it would have been better for us ence at court. The Church, as a whole, both had we owed you a little more.” raised its whispering voice for the Pre

During the five years prior to Conyngtender; for the rest, patriotism

ham's arrival at Ronda the war had nowhere, and ambition on every side.

raged with unabated fury, swaying "For five years we have fought the from the West to East Coast, as forCarlists, hunger, privation, and the

tune smiled or frowned on the Carlist politicians at Madrid! And the holy cause. At one time it almost appeared saints only know which has been the certain that the Christina forces were worst enemy,” said General Vincente unable to stem the rising tide, which to Conyngham, when explaining the bade fair to spread over all Spain, so above related details.

unfortunate were their generals, so fuAnd, indeed, the story of this war

tile the best endeavors of the bravest reads like a romance, for there came

and most patient soldiers. General from neutral countries foreign legions, Vincente was not alone in his convicas in the olden days. From England tion that had the gallant Carlist leader an army of ten thousand mercenaries Zumalacarreguy lived, he might have landed in Spain prepared to fight for carried all before him. But this great

leader at the height of his fame, be· Copyright, 1896, by Henry Seton Merriman. loved by all his soldiers, worshipped by

was

men

across

an

on

his subordinate officers, died suddenly two great races of noble

and by poison, as it was whispered, the vic- women. tim of jealousy and ambition. Almost “Do all your countrymen take life at once there arose one in the east of thus gaily ?" she asked Conyngham one Spain, as obscure in birth as unknown day. "Surely it is a more serious afto fame, who flashed suddenly to the fair than you think it." zenith of military glory, the brutal, "I have never found it very serious, wonderful Cabrera. The name to this señorita,” he answered. “There is day is a household word in Catalonia, usually a smile in human affairs if one while the eyes of a few old men still takes the trouble to look for it." living, who fought with or against him, "Have you always found it so?" flash in the light of other days at the He did not answer at once, pausing mere mention of it.

to lift the branch of a mimosa-tree that Among the many leaders who had at- hung in yellow profusion

the tempted in vain to overcome by skill pathway. and patriotism the thousand difficulties “Yes, señorita, I think so," he anplaced in their way by successive, un- swered at length slowly. There was a stable, insincere ministers of war, Gen- sense of eternal restfulness in this old eral Vincente occupied honored Moorish garden, which acted as a brake place. This mild-mannered tactician on the thoughts, and made conversa, enjoyed the enviable reputation of be- tion halt and drag in an Oriental way ing alike inconquerable and incorrupti- that Europeans rarely understand. ble. His smiling presence

the "And yet you say you remember your battlefield was in itself worth half-a- father's death?" dozen battalions, while at Madrid the “He made a joke to the doctor, dishonest politicians, who through señorita, and was not afraid.” these years of Spain's great trial sys- Estella smiled in a queer way, and tematically bartered their honor for then looked grave again. immediate gain, dreaded and respected “And you have always been poor, him.

you say-sometimes almost starving ?” During the days that followed his ar- "Yes; always poor, deadly poor, rival at Ronda and release from the señorita,” answered Conyngham with prison there, Frederick Conyngham a gay laugh. “And since I have been learnt much from his host and little of on my own resources frequently, well him, for General Vincente had that in very hungry! The appetite has been him without which no leader, no great large and the resources have been man in any walk of life, can well dis- small. But when I get into the Spanpense with-an unsoundable depth. ish army, they will, no doubt, make me

Conyngham learnt also that the hu- a general, and all will be well." man heart is capable of rising at one He laughed again and slipped his bound above difficulties of race or cus- hand into his jacket pocket. tom, creed and spoken language. He "See here," he said; “your father's walked with Estella in that quiet gar- recommendation to General Espartero den between high walls on the trim in a confidential letter." Moorish paths, and often the murmur But the envelope he produced was of the running water, which ever that pink one, which the man called graced the Moslem palaces, was the Larralde had given him at Algeciras. only break upon their silence; for this “No; it is not that,” he said, searchthing had come into the Englishman's ing in another pocket. "Ah! here it life suddenly, leaving him dazed and is, addressed to General Espartero, uncertain. Estella, on the other hand, Duke of Vittoria.” had quiet savoir-faire that sat He showed her the superscription, strangely on her young face. She was which she read with a little inclination only nineteen, and yet had a certain air of the head, as if in salutation of the of authority, handed down to her from great name written there, for the

a

a

SO

greatest names are those that men of an illness of which he ignored the have made for themselves. Conyng- existence, señorita; in three days ham replaced the two letters in his man's life may be made miserable or pocket, and almost immediately happy-perhaps in three minutes.” asked:

And she looked straight in front of Do you know any one called Ba- her in order to avoid his eyes. renna in Ronda, señorita ?” thereby "Yours will always be happy, I proving that General Espartero would think,” she said, “because you never do ill to give him an appointment re- seem to go below the surface, and on quiring even the earliest rudiments of the surface life is happy enough." diplomacy.

He made some light answer, and “Julia Barenna is my cousin. Her they walked on beneath the orange. mother was my mother's sister. Do trees, talking of these and other matyou know them, Señor Conyngham ?" ters, which lose all meaning when set

"Oh, no," answered Conyngham, down on paper, indulging in those dantruthfully enough. "I met a man who gerous generalities which sound knows them. Do they live in Ronda ?” safe, and in reality narrow down to a

"No; their house is on the Cordova little world of two. road, about half a league from the Cus. They were thus engaged when the toms Station."

servant came to announce that the Estella was not by nature curious, horse, which the general had placed at and asked no questions. There were Conyngham's disposal, was at the door many who knew the Barennas that in accordance with the Englishman's would fain have been able to claim ac- own order. He went away sorrowfully quaintance with General Vincente and enough, only half consoled by the inhis daughter, but could not do so, for formation that Estella was about to atthe captain-general moved in a circle tend a service at the Church of Santa not far removed from the queen regent Maria, and could not have stayed herself, and mixed but little in the so- longer in the garden. ciety of Ronda, where for the time be- The hour of the siesta

was ing he held a command.

over, and as Conyngham rode through Conyngham required no further in the cleanly streets of the ancient town formation, and in a few moments dis- more than one roused himself from the missed the letter from his mind. shadow of a doorway to see him pass. Events seemed for him to have moved There are few older towns in Andalurapidly within the last few days, and sia than Ronda, and scarce anywhere the world of roadside inns and casual the habits of the Moors are so closely acquaintance, into which he

had followed. The streets are clean, the stepped on his arrival in Spain, houses whitewashed within and withquite another from that in which Es- out. The trappings of the mules and tella moved at Ronda.

much of the costume of the people are “I must set out for Madrid in a few Oriental in texture and brilliancy. days at the latest," he said, a few min- Conyngham asked a passer-by to inutes afterward; "but I shall go against dicate the way to the Cordova road, my will, because you tell me that you and the polite Spaniard turned and and your father will not be coming walked by his stirrup until a mistake North until the spring."

was no longer possible. Estella shook her head with a little "It is not the most beautiful aplaugh. This man was different from proach to Ronda,” said this garrulous the punctilious aides-de-camp and person, “but well enough in the sumothers who had hitherto begged most mer, when the flowers are in bloom respectfully to notify their admiration. and the vineyards green. The road is

"And three days ago you did not straight and dusty until one arrives at know of our existence," she said. the possession of the Señora Barenna,

"In three days a man may be dead a light road to the right leading up into

scarce

was

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