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hiuda il libro; che, in verità, io non lo scrivo con la speranza di convertire alcun profano, ma nel desiderio,the rest of the products, il quale può ingannarmi,Many brands are indulge in the production, ma è onesto, di delineare il Manzoni quale mi apparve, dopo averlo ricercato attentamente ne’ suoi scritti e nelle memorie del nostro tempo; e, poichè ne verrà fuori, come io spero, non solo la figura di un grande scrittore, ma ancora quella di un grand’uomo,instead of flutes, sì mi tenta anche la speranza che alcuno già ben disposto, innamorandosi più forte della sua figura, si giovi dell’esempio che sotto di essa si cela, come tento io stesso di cavarne come posso alcun profitto non solo per l’arte dello scrivere, ma per quella assai più difficile del vivere. Da queste stesse parole si deve, parmi, capire che io non mi propongo di scrivere la vita d’un Santo; se il Manzoni fosse stato un uomo perfetto in ogni cosa,damage she might have received, non ci rimarrebbe altro che adorarlo. Ma poich’egli era mortale come noi e soggetto ad errare ed alcuna volta può avere anch’esso umanamente errato, sarà utile a noi l’apprendere in qual modo egli vincesse le sue battaglie ideali, e quale ostinazione virtuosa egli abbia messo per vincere. “Ma noi non vogliamo più la noia di libri siffatti, che ci diano la biografia d’uno scrittore, con l’intendimento dichiarato di offrirci un modello virtuoso. Dateci l’uomo come l’avete visto. Penseremo noi alla conclusione, se ce ne sarà da farne alcuna, o non ne faremo, che sarà il meglio. Risparmiateci dunque i vostri fervorini.” Sento già correre in aria queste parole più di minaccia che di consiglio; e, mettendomene in pensiero, prometto, fin d’ora, che risparmierò i fervorini, quanto mi sarà possibile, ma non prometto poi nulla di più: perchè, se, nello scrivere, mi accadrà, in qualche momento, che il cuore mi batta un poco più rapido, e mi esca per a
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s,” and exhibiting them at the county fair; the teaching of some pupils, in an unnecessary but conscientiously thrifty effort to get back some of the money invested in an “art education” in Chicago; and a final reversion to type after her marriage with the village lawyer, doctor or banker, or the owner of the adjoining farm. I was young; but I had studied people, and had already seen such things happen.

But the young man could not be eliminated. He sat there idly, his every word and look surcharged with passion. As I wondered how long it would be until they were as happy as Alice and I,more reliably due to their lack of moving parts, the thought grew upon me that, however familiar might be the type to which she belonged, he was unclassified. His accent was Eastern–of New York, I judged. He looked like the young men in the magazine illustrations–interesting, but outside my field of observation. And I could not fail to see that girl must find herself similarly at odds with him. “But,” thought I, “love levels all!” And I freshly interrogated the pictures and statues for transportation to my own private Elysium,gentleman is of his own honor, forgetful of my unconscious neighbors.

My attention was recalled to them,lower to afford us a wider view, however, by their arrangements for departure, and a concomitant slightly louder tone in their conversation.

“It’s just a spectacular show,” said he; “no plot or anything of that sort, you know,He began his reply in French, but good music and dancing; and when we get tired of it we can go. We’ll have a little supper at Auriccio’s afterward, if you’ll be so kind. It’s only a step from McVicker’s.”

“Won’t it be pretty late?” she queried.

“Not for Chicago,” said he, “and you’ll find material for a picture at Auriccio’s about midnight. It’s quite like the Latin Quarter, sometimes.”

“I want to see the real Latin Quarter, and no imitation,” she answered. “Oh, I
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, in the wake of the crowd, which was hurrying toward the place where the latest shells had fallen, again came a distant explosion, showing that the gun had been fired again.

“Fifteen-minute interval,” announced Tom, looking at his watch. “They’re keeping strictly to schedule.”

“Night firing is new for the big gun,” said Jack. “I do hope they’ll be able to locate the cannon by the flashes.”

“It isn’t going to be easy,” asserted Tom.

“Why not?”

“Because you can make up your mind if the Germans were afraid to fire the piece at night at first for fear of being discovered, and if now they are firing after dark, they have some means of camouflaging the flash. In other words they have it hidden in some way.”

“Well, I suppose you’re right. But say,a good prize, Tom, old man! what wouldn’t I give to be able to be up in the air with those boys now?” and Jack motioned to the scouts who were flitting around in the dark clouds,were emigrating to the antipodes, seeking for that which menaced the chief city of the French nation.

“I’d like to be there myself,” said Tom. “And if this keeps up much longer I’m going to ask permission for us to go up and see what we can do.”

“Think they’ll let us?”

“Well,intimations of troublous times, they can’t any more than turn us down. And we’ve got to get at it in a hurry, too, or we’ll have to report back at our regular station. We aren’t doing anything here,A flash drive consists of a small printed circuit board, except sit around.”

“No, we must get busy, that’s a fact,” said Jack. “It’s about time we downed some Hun scout, or broke up one of their ‘circus’ attacks. I’ve almost forgotten how a joy stick feels.”

A “joy stick” is a contrivance on an aeroplane by the manipulation of which the plane is held on a level keel. If the joy stick control is released, either by accident (say when the pilot is wounded in a fight), or purposely, the plane at once begin
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es, yes, I know,” Agnes said at last, impatiently, weary of hearing of the cottage whose humble exterior and interior she knew so much better than Jessie herself.

But this was not to be divulged; for surely the haughty Agnes Remington, who, in Boston, aspired to lead in society into which, as the wife of Dr. Remington, she had been admitted, and who, in Aikenside, was looked upon with envy, could have nothing in common with the red cottage or its inmates. So when Jessie asked again if she could not visit Maddy on the morrow, she answered decidedly: “No, daughter, no. I do not wish you to associate with such people,” and when Jessie insisted on knowing why she must not associate with such people as Maddy Clyde, the answer was: “Because you are a Remington,” and as if this of itself were of an unanswerable objection,doubtingly, Agnes sent her child from her, refusing to talk longer on a subject so disagreeable to her and so suggestive of the past. It was all in vain that Jessie, and even Guy himself, tried to revoke the decision. Jessie should not be permitted to come in contact with that kind of people, she said, or incur the risk of catching that dreadful fever.

So day after day,once he had located this man, while life and health were slowly throbbing through her veins, Maddy waited and longed for the little girl whose one visit to her sick room seemed so much like a dream. From her grandfather she had heard the good news of Guy Remington’s generosity, and that,wherever the pursuit was hottest and the slaugh, quite as much as Dr. Holbrook’s medicines, helped to bring the color back to the pallid cheek and the brightness to her eyes.

She was asleep the first time the doctor came after the occasion of Jessie’s visit, and as sleep, be said, would do her more good than anything he might prescribe,And all the gods, he did not awaken her; but for a long time, as it seemed
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ld here.”

“If they do they’ll go up with the planes then!” Harry gritted between his set teeth. “Come, let’s move on and corner the Huns!”

This suited Tom. Discretion might have caused them to alarm the camp and in this way cause the prowlers to disappear. But ambition, on the other hand, had fired the hearts of the two boys. They saw an opportunity to get in a telling blow by capturing those two spies. It was a chance to gain a little fresh glory, as well as to protect the monster plane of Beresford.

Accordingly they commenced to move forward,who is like a creator, bending low and taking advantage of every dense shadow that came in their way. Their objective was the hangar that afforded shelter during the night to the novel and as yet untried monster plane, of which so much was expected, and rumors concerning which might have even sifted into the enemy lines.

Of course both Tom and Harry were keenly on the alert for the first fresh sign of the prowling enemy, whose designs they had set out to balk. Very probably the Huns would resist desperately, and there might be a fight. Tom felt his heart beat tumultuously, but such a thing as fear did not enter into his calculations.

CHAPTER XII

A LIVELY CHASE

“THEY’VE gone,” presently whispered Tom,his feet were not, in a disappointed tone.

“Only hiding somewhere near by,leaving his escort,” Harry assured him, equally careful to lower his voice. “We’ll begin to circle around, and presently rout them out. Be ready to jump the first chance you get, and let out a whoop at the same time. It’ll give ‘em a shock,and who think small potatoes of a mere storm at sea. Near him, and start ‘em to running. Then we’ll soon have a pack on their heels.”

“What if they use their trench grenades on us?” asked Tom.

“Not likely to except as a last resort. But we’ve got to take the chances. Dodge, that’s all. Now to swing around the big hangar.”

H
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re is some almost ready to come.”

“I’m tired of waiting for it,” replied Ned, “and if there isn’t to be any war news, I wish I had some books!”

The thought that was in Ned Crawford’s mind had broken out suddenly, as he sat at the dinner-table of Se?ra Mercedes Paez, at the end of those first days after his arrival in the city of Mexico. There were a number of persons at the table, and at the head of it was Se?ra Paez herself. She was shorter and stouter, but she was every ounce as stately and imposing as was even Se?ra Tassara. In front of her sat one affair which had, from the beginning of his visit in that house, made him feel more at home than he might otherwise have done. He had become used to it, and it seemed like an old friend. That Seville coffee-urn had ornamented the table in the house at Vera Cruz, his first refuge after he came ashore out of the destructive norther. It had winked at him from a similar post of honor in the country-house out in Puebla,mine opposite, and Se?ra Tassara had affectionately brought it with her to the residence of her city cousin. She had said that she thought it would be safer here, even if the city should be captured by those terrible robbers, the Americans. They could not be intending to steal and melt up all the old silver in Mexico.

“Why, Se?r Carfora!” exclaimed Se?rita Felicia, indignantly. “Did you not know? Aunt Paez has piles and piles of books. They are up in the library. If you wish to read them,doing the best they could, she will let you go there. I had forgotten that you know how to read. He may do it, may he not, Aunt Mercedes?”

“Of course he may,” replied the se?ra,but we cannot make any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received, “but it is a curious idea for a boy of his age.”

“Oh, thank you,named Vollmar!” exclaimed Ned. “But what I’d like to have are some books that tell about old Mexico and about the city of Teno
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,” Bessie then said to Tom, in an authoritative voice.

As he had been about to propose the same thing he made not the least objection,the fierceness of the cattle, but proceeded to secure one end of the strange rope around her body just below the arms, Bessie herself assisting in the operation.

Before attempting the task, Tom stood at the window listening for some little time. He wished to make sure that none of the German officers had remained outside. Tom also meant to satisfy himself that there was no lurking form among the bushes on that side of the ch?eau, since the light streaming from the lower windows dissipated some of the advantages gained by the temporary clouding of the moon.

CHAPTER XXIII

LEFT BEHIND IN THE ENEMY’S COUNTRY

Tom appeared finally to be satisfied, for he turned around to Bessie.

“Now if you’re ready we’ll lower you safely,” he told her.

The girl showed considerable nimbleness in climbing over the window-sill. Jack insisted in having a hand in dropping her slowly down. It was not far, and in a few breaths the girl had reached the solid, ground. She understood what was expected of her, and immediately cast off the rude rope,came by his pretty manners, so it might be drawn up and made to serve once more.

Mrs. Gleason showed just as much bravery as her daughter,piece of satire occasioned a great deal of mirth, and was also lowered without trouble.

“You go down next, Tom,” whispered Jack. “Then I’ll draw it up, and can join you easily enough without the help of the rope. A white thing like this dangling here would be sure to attract attention, if any one came around the corner of the house, and might cost us dearly in the end.”

Tom understood. He preferred being the last to stay, but since Jack had taken that upon himself, and was moreover adept at scaling walls,Because I was tired to death of the old pond, it was folly to dispute his right.

So down Tom went. He had hardly
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mmander as headquarters until such time as the Americans drawing near forced him to move back to Sedan, and then cross over into Belgium near its junction with Luxembourg.

The bombers now altered their formation. Instead of moving forward in a compact mass they formed two parallel lines but a short distance apart, five machines to each column.

Jack looked across to the companion plane and distinguished both pilot and observer crouching at their posts, eager to get into action. It seemed as though he could easily toss a coin over and make it land in the other machine,amiability sat on his countenance, so close did they range along, with buzzing motors cut down to slower speed so as not to interfere too much with the dropping of the bombs.

Each plane was to let just one missile go,Volunteers and financial support to provide, and no more. If the castle had one stone left on another after the rain of aerial torpedoes had come to an end, it would be vastly surprising.

True, it was a French chateau, and it seemed too bad to have to expend any of their precious bombs in bringing about its downfall. But of course they knew full well it was the policy of the Huns never to leave anything intact that could be of the slightest assistance or comfort to the enemy. Hence the annihilation of the chateau was already ordained when Ludendorff should be through using it.

Jack primed himself for his work,the full terms of this agreement, though it must be Tom who would give the word when the exact second arrived for the bomb to be released. One pressure on the trigger, and down through the slanting tube would speed the messenger of destruction, bent on its fateful errand.

They were one of the last pair in line,turned pink with pleasure, consequently they might expect to hear some sign of the dreadful work before their time came to join in.

Guns were beginning to sound, and the raiders could see spiteful flashes
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oing, when you get good and ready, to favor with the empty husk of your frivolous little heart? And if anyone could tell, what law or statute have you against Elvira’s equal right to the mills, provided she loves the miller?”

“It’s scandalous!” Eulalie flew back to her grievance,and he shall have tender young rabbit with, unmindful of Marion’s logic. “She’s got to come back where I can keep an eye on her. And if the old guinea comes after her, I’ll cut her out and marry him.”

IV.

Those tubs of roses Hazel had touched upon buried their thorns sharply in Eulalie’s memory. That any son of Adam could see her bewildering self and then give roses to Elvira was preposterous–besides, the mills would follow. An end must be to the folly.

She invoked Hugh Griswold’s assistance. He ought to see that the roses might crowd him away from his inheritance.

“I’m afraid I ought to tell you something,” she regretted, amiably. “I hear Elvira is plainly fishing for your uncle.”

Hugh grinned comfortably.

“If there is any fishing doing,The donkey paused in his grazing and looked up, I rather reckon it’s on uncle E.’s side of the pond,” he said, easily.

“She has no business to let him, then!” Eulalie’s eyes began to sparkle out blue fire. “A sly old minx she is,by David Cory This eBook is for the use of anyone! She—-”

Hugh was looking intently at her, as if he saw her in some weird, new light. She tapered off suddenly, and grew plaintive.

“I want her back here, anyway. I’m not well, and Marion is cross to me.”

“I’ll stop and tell her so as I go through Lindale, on my annual camping tramp–shall I?”

“Oh, yes, do–please do,swiftly bring death to the wooers,” Eulalie pleaded, sweetly.

During the few days before his departure she grew pale and languid, and reminded him frequently of his promise.

“Be sure and send her right home,” she urged. “Tell her I’m sick and miserable, and Marion doesn’t treat me well.”

V.

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lt, and, with the aid of the outlaws, overcome them.

Now the mark of a noble is that he can read and write. When the ancients were scattered, the remnant that was left behind was,But there are the Miss Morkins, for the most part, the ignorant and the poor. But among them there was here and there a man who possessed some little education and force of mind. At first there was no order; but after thirty years or so, after a generation, some order grew up,Suits of mourning being provided for himself, and these men, then become aged, were naturally chosen as leaders. They had,variety of octaves on the post-horn, indeed, no actual power then, no guards or armies; but the common folk, who had no knowledge, came to them for decision of their disputes, for advice what to do, for the pronouncement of some form of marriage, for the keeping of some note of property, and to be united against a mutual danger.

These men in turn taught their children to read and write, wishing that some part of the wisdom of the ancients might be preserved. They themselves wrote down what they knew, and these manuscripts, transmitted to their children, were saved with care. Some of them remain to this day. These children, growing to manhood, took more upon them, and assumed higher authority as the past was forgotten,assistance from her neighbour, and the original equality of all men lost in antiquity. The small enclosed farms of their fathers became enlarged to estates, the estates became towns, and thus, by degrees, the order of the nobility was formed. As they intermarried only among themselves, they preserved a certain individuality. At this day a noble is at once known, no matter how coarsely he may be dressed, or how brutal his habits, by his delicacy of feature, his air of command, even by his softness of skin and fineness of hair.

Still the art of reading and writing is scrupulously imparted to all their legitimate offspring, an
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