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Rh we know that you will do quite as well in college. By the way, I hope you ’ll take a course in the eighteenth-century essayists; you will find them very stimulating—Addison especially.

“I—er, your mother feels that I ought to say something about the dissipations of college. I— I’m sure that I don’t know what to say. I suppose that there are young men in college who dissipate— I remember that I knew one or two—but certainly most of them are gentlemen. Crude men—vulga¬ rians do not commonly go to college. Vulgarity has no place in college. You may, I presume, meet some men not altogether admirable, but it will not be necessary for you to know them. Now, as to the fraternity. . .” Hugh forgot to pinch his leg and looked up with avid interest in his face. The Nu Deltas! Mr. Carver leaned forward to stir the fire with a brass poker before he continued. Then he set¬ tled back in his chair and smoked comfortably. He was completely at ease now. The worst was over.

“I have written to the Nu Deltas about you and told them that I hoped that they would find you acceptable, as I am sure they will. As a legacy, you will be among the first considered.” For an hour more he talked about the fraternity, Hugh, his embarrassment swallowed by his interest, eagerly asking questions. His father’s admiration for the


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68 fraternity was second only to his admiration for the college, and before the evening was over he had filled Hugh with an idolatry for both.

He left his father that night feeling closer to him than he ever had before. He was going to be a college man like his father—perhaps a Nu Delta, too. He wished that they had got chummy before. When he went to bed, he lay awake dreaming, thinking sometimes of Helen Simpson and of how he had kissed her that afternoon, but more often of Sanford and Nu Delta. He was so deeply grateful to his father for talking to him frankly and telling him everything about college. He was darned lucky to have a father who was a college grad and could put him wise. It was pretty tough on the fellows whose fathers had never been to college. Poor fellows, they did n’t know the ropes the way he did. . . . He finally fell off to sleep, picturing himself in the doorway of the Nu Delta house welcoming his father to a reunion.

That talk was returning to Hugh repeatedlyHe wondered if Sanford had changed since his father’s day or if his father had just forgotten what college was like. Everything seemed so different from what he had been told to expect. Perhaps he was just soft and some of the fellows were n’t as crude as he thought they were.

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Rh “Closer now the freshmen go, Freshmen go, Freshmen go; Closer now the freshmen go To cheer—

SANFORD! Sanford! Rah, rah! Sanford! Sanford! San—San—San— San—ford, San—ford—San—FORD!”

While the upper-classmen were singing the last stanza the freshmen slowly closed in on the dying fire. At the first word of the cheer, they stopped, turned toward the grand stand, and joined the cheering. That over, they broke and ran for the bleachers, scrambling up the wooden stands, shov¬ ing each other out of the way, laughing and shouting.

The football captain usually made a short and very awkward speech, which was madly applauded; perhaps the coach said a few words; two or three cheers were given; and finally every one rose, took off his hat if he wore one—nearly every one but the freshmen went bareheaded—and sang the col¬ lege hymn, simply and religiously. Then the crowd broke, straggling in groups across the campus, chat¬ ting, singing, shouting to each other. Suddenly lights began to flash in the dormitory windows. In


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Rh “this has been very edifying. I’ve heard it all be¬ fore in a hundred bull sessions, and I suppose I ’ll hear it all again. I don’t know why I’ve hung around. There 7s a little dame that I’ve got to write a letter to, and, believe me, she’s a damn sight more interesting than all your bull.” He strolled out of the door, drawling a slow “good night” over his shoulder. Hugh went to his room and thought over the talk. He was miserably confused. Like Ferguson he had believed everything that his father and mother —and the minister—had told him, and he found himself beginning to discard their ideas. There did n’t seem to be any ideas to put in the place of those he discarded. Until Carl’s recent confidence he had believed firmly in chastity, but he discovered, once the first shock had worn off, that he liked Carl the unchaste just as much as he had Carl the chaste. Carl s-eemed neither better nor worse for his experience.

He was lashed by desire; he was burning with curiosity—and yet, and yet something held him back. Something—he hardly knew what it was— made him avoid any woman who had a reputation for moral laxity. He shrank from such a woman —‘and desired her so intensely that he was ashamed. Life was suddenly becoming very complicated, more complicated, it seemed, every day. With ?ther undergraduates he discussed women and reli-*


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CHINA

A UK-based *** expert was recruited by the ChIS when working at ***. They tasked him to exploit his role at a UK organisation to provide Intellectual Property, written reports, and *** referrals for other experts to travel to China. He also introduced UK experts with access to Chinese intelligence officers. ***.

Another case involved *** ***

***. According to the Ministry of Defence (MoD), Chinese delegates make more requests to visit defence industry and defence sites than any other nationality and are by far the most numerous nationality to visit sites controlled by the MoD's International Visits Control Office (IVCO), showing particular interest in sites connected to the aerospace sector.

The Committee was told that, whilst attending visits, Chinese delegates have ***, been extremely forward in their questioning, ignored instructions not to photograph items of interest, and may in some cases have smuggled cameras and recording equipment onto visit sites. The Committee is concerned that such events may have been used to collect industrial information (potentially including IP) as well as personal information on individuals of interest working within the defence sector. ***

When we asked about the scale of the problem, MI5 told us:

"we do from time to time hear reports from *** of visits of whatever sort where Chinese individuals have sort of taken photographs when they've been told not to, that sort of thing … as a general rule, people in particularly advanced technology sectors, when they are receiving Chinese delegations, would be wise to be alert to the possibility that their visitors will be seeking to acquire more in depth insight or information than their host intends, so it pays to manage those kinds of visits carefully."

However, MI5 noted that to a certain extent some such activity might be expected from any foreign delegation, and emphasised the need to keep such incidents in proportion: "***".

When we asked the Chief of Defence Intelligence (CDI) what more could be done to prevent the exploitation of trade shows, he acknowledged that there were significant difficulties in doing so, but suggested that instead the focus should be on ensuring that both

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 Again on Mira’s srnging,

In such noble Company, I magin Mr. Addison will not be ashamed to appear, thus peaking of Mr Cowley;

And of Mr. Waller,

And of Mr. Dryden's Muse,

And to his Friend Dr. Sacheverell,

To these let me add the Testemony of that Darling of the Muses, Mr. Prior, with whom all the Poets of ancient and modern Times of other Nations, or our own, might seem to have-intrusted the chief Secrets, and greatest Treasures. of their Art. I shall speak only concerning our own Isand, where his Imitation of Chaucer, of Spencer, and of the old Scotch Poem, insciribed the Nut-Brown Maid, shew how great Masfer he is, and how much every thing is to be valued which bears the Stamp of his Approbation. And we shall certainly find a great deal to countenance the use of Monosyllables in his Writings. Take these Examples; Me


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Rh of his shoulder, he would lean forward and whis¬ per: “Kiss me, Janet. Kiss me.” Obediently she would turn her face upward, her little mouth pursed into a coral bud, but if he held her too tightly or prolonged the kiss, she pushed him away or turned her face. Then he felt repelled, chilled. She kissed him much as she kissed her mother every night, and he wanted—well, he did n’t quite know what he did want except that he did n’t want to be kissed that way. Finally he protested. “What’s the matter, Janet?” he asked gently. “Don’t you love me?” “Of course,” she answered calmly in her small flute-like voice; “of course I love you, but you are so rough. You mustn’t kiss me hard like that; it is n’t nice.” Nice! Hugh felt as if she had slapped his face. Then he knew that she did n’t understand at all. He tried to excuse her by telling himself that she was just a child—she was within a year of his own age—and that she would love him the way he did her when she grew older; but down in his heart he sensed the fact that she was n’t capable of love that she merely wanted to be petted and caresse as a child did. The shadows and the moonlight did not move her as they did him, and she thought that he was silly when he said that he could hear a song in the night breeze. She had said that his poem was very pretty. That was all. Well,


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Rh ‘Cynthia! Oh, Norry, how can I face her?” ‘You ’ve got to,” said the young moralist firmly. ‘I suppose sp,” the sinner agreed, his voice fter three cups of coffee, however, the task did
 * erably lugubrious. “God!”
 * seem so impossible. Hugh entered the Nu

lta house with a fairly jaunty air and greeted the n and women easily enough. His heart skipped jeat when he saw Cynthia standing in the far ner of the living-room. She was wearing her rlet hat and blue suit. She saved him the embarrassment of opening the iversation. “Come into the library,” she said tly. “I want to speak to you.” Wondering and rather frightened, he followed ‘I’m going home this afternoon,” she began, ’ve got everything packed, and I’ve told everydy that I don’t feel very well.” “You are n’t sick?” he asked, really worried. “Of course not, but I had to say something, e train leaves in an hour or two, and I want to ve a talk with you before I go.”

? “But hang it, Cynthia, think of what you re ssing. There’s a baseball game with Raleigh s afternoon, a tea-dance in the Union after that, • Glee club and Norry’s going to play a solo, and m in the Banjo Club, too—and we are going to
 * Musical Clubs concert this evening—I sing with


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Rh —“Stumbling here and there, stumbling every¬ where—” Six dowagers, the chaperons, sat in a orner, gossiped, and idly watched the young ouples. ... A man suddenly released his girl and aced clumsily for the door, one hand pressed to his louth, the other stretched uncertainly in front of im. Always the drums beating their terrible tom-tom, heir primitive, blood-maddening tom-tom. . . . loom, boom, boom, boom— “I like it just a little it, just a little bit, quite a little bit.” The music eased, and some of the couples disentangled themelves; others waited in frank embrace for the rchestra to begin the encore. ... A boy slumped 1 a chair, his head in his hands. His partner ought two friends. They helped the boy out of he gymnasium. The orchestra leader lifted his bow. The stags waited in a broken line, looking for certain girls, lie music began, turning a song with comic words ito something weirdly sensuous—strange syncopaons, uneven, startling drum-beats—a mad tomom. The couples pressed close together again, waying, barely moving in place—boom, boom, 00m, boom— “Second-hand hats, second-hand lothes— That’s why they call me second-hand lose. . . .” The saxophones sang the melody ith passionate despair; the violins played tricks with a broken heart; the clarinets rose shrill in pain;


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Rh At times there was more than five hundred dolrs in a pot, and five times out of seven when the )t was big, Allen won it. Win or lose, he connued cool and calm, at times smoking a pipe, other mes puffing nonchalantly at a cigarette. The acrid smoke cut Hugh's eyes; they smarted id pained, but he continued to light cigarette after ^arette, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs, trdly aware of the fact that they hurt. He won and lost, won and lost, but gradually he on back the twenty-five dollars and a little more, he college clock struck eleven. He knew that he ight to go, but he wondered if he could quit with >nor when he was ahead. “I ought to go,” he said hesitatingly. “I told eorge when I said that I’d sit in that I’d have to ive at eleven. I’ve got an eccy quiz to-morrow at I Ve got to study for.” “Oh, don’t leave now,” one of the men said exedly. “Why, hell, man, the game’s just getting irm.” “I know,” Hugh agreed, “and I hate like hell to it, but I Ve really got to beat it. Besides, the ikes are too big for me. I can’t afford a game e this.” “You can afford it as well as I can,” Mandel said itably. “I’m over two hundred berries in the le right now, and you can goddamn well bet that m not going to leave until I get them back.”


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Rh “ ‘It has the strangeness of the luring* West, And of sad sea-horizons; beside thee I am aware of other times and lands, Of birth far back, of lives in many stars. O beauty lone and like a candle dear In this dark country of the world E Thou art My were, my early light, my music dying.'"

Hugh and Winsor remained silent while the young ice went on reading Mar$essa*Sr reply, her ntle refusal of the god and her proud acceptance the mortal. Finally they heard the last words:

“When she had spoken, Idas with one cry Held her, and there was silence; while the god In anger disappeared. Then slowly they, He looking downward, and she gazing up, Into the evening green wandered away.”

When the voice paused, the poem done, the two »ys walked slowly down the hall, down the steps, id out into the cool night air. Neither said a ord until they were half-way across the campus, hen Winsor spoke softly: “God! Was n’t that beautiful?’’ “Yes—beautiful.” Hugh’s voice

was

Hard y

ore than a whisper. “Beautiful. • • • lt 1, it makes me—kinda ashamed. “Me, too. Poker when we can have that. /erre awful fools, Hugh.” “Yes—awful fools.”


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Rh vehemently denied it, and Hugh knew that some of he engaged men had led gay lives in college. He ould not reach any decision; at times he was sure hat what he felt for Cynthia was love; at other imes he was sure that it was n’t. I At last in desperation he telegraphed to her that ie was coming to New York and that she should neet him at Grand Central at three o’clock the lext day. He knew that he ought n’t to go. He /ould be able to stay in New York only a little lore than two hours because his father and mother /ould arrive in Haydensville the day following, and e felt that he had to be there to greet them. He iamned himself for his impetuousness all during he long trip, and a dozen times he wished he were ack safe in the Nu Delta house. What in hell /ould he say to Cynthia, anyway? What would e do when he saw her? Kiss her? “I won’t ave a damned bit of sense left if I do.” She was waiting for him as he came through the ate. Quite without thinking, he put down his bag nd kissed her. Her touch had its old power; his lood leaped. With a tremendous effort of will e controlled himself. That afternoon was alluportant; he must keep his head. “It’s sweet of you to come,” Cynthia whispered, linging to him, “so damned sweet.” “It’s damned good to see you,” he replied .ruffly. “Come on while I check this bag. I’ve


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While China is adept at exploiting legitimate routes to advance technologically, it also utilises the full range of its espionage capabilities. The NCSC told the Committee:

"to fulfil any national strategic outcome … [the Chinese Communist Party] will use the [intelligence] capabilities they've got-be it cyber espionage [or] human espionage—and they really don't seek a distinction... of using those capabilities for purely national security reasons. They see the whole spectrum of strategic national outcomes as being fair game for those capabilities."

China uses its covert capabilities to target other countries' technology, IP and data in order to—as previously noted—"bypass costly and time-consuming research, development and training". This gives it a significant commercial advantage and, over time, strategic advantage.

This looks set to continue—and to increase: ***. ***.

The ChIS have *** human intelligence (HUMINT) capabilities. They seek to identify individuals who have access to sensitive information which is of particular value to them—"*** providing easier access to otherwise restricted UK military or commercially sensitive information". For example, China uses opportunities provided by ***, or by social media to recruit individuals. MI5 told us that:

"the use of LinkedIn, the social/professional networking site, for example, is very widespread … well over *** UK-based individuals [have been] the subject of a very light initial approach ***, where someone is presenting [themselves] as maybe a consultant who is interested in an article this person may have written or wishes to invite them to a conference and … seeing whether they can suck this person into some … form of communication away from the LinkedIn site, perhaps email—and then maybe, if this develops, there is an invitation to a conference or a seminar, or somebody gets paid a small sum for writing an article …"

***. ***.

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Methodology: Overt present a threat to UK national security ***. Due to China's legal requirement for co-operation by its companies and citizens, and its Civil-Military Integration doctrine, it is highly likely that defence-relevant technologies in China will be incorporated into its military supply chain, which is dominated by state-owned enterprises.

Civil-Military Integration is a key driver of Chinese military modernisation as it exploits civilian technology for military applications with no acquisition cost to the state. The Intelligence Community told the Committee that as China advances economically this will almost inevitably lead to Chinese military advancement, since commercial power in the technology field provides "extensive opportunities to support military technological advancement and expansion". Commenting on the highly integrated nature of the Chinese state, MI5 told the Committee:

"China … is absolutely determined to accelerate as rapidly as it can its rise to global pre-eminence across a range of economic and technological fronts, and I don't think within their system that a distinction is drawn between national security or economic prosperity. I think they absolutely see these two things as intertwined and … within their own doctrine of Civil-Military Integration, they are very explicit about that and they are also very explicit about expecting both state-owned enterprises and private sector companies, as so far as that means anything in a communist state, to contribute to the whole-state strategic goals. So we … [have] a China that integrates its own efforts in a very strong and effective way."

The threat is exacerbated by the fact that the provenance of an investor is not always readily apparent. While in most cases Chinese investment in a foreign company is overt, it is highly likely that the Chinese state, and some Chinese companies, would attempt to obfuscate Chinese ownership in order to avoid scrutiny when purchasing or investing in UK companies.

Despite increased scrutiny, Chinese investment remains a significant concern. In September 2020, *** assessed that there was a risk that China would seek to buy companies in financial difficulties (particularly due to Covid-19) at cheap prices in order to acquire valuable IP in areas including emerging technology, advanced manufacturing and military development.

In addition to China's own foreign investment plans, inward investment into China has offered opportunities for technology acquisition. A foreign company investing in certain industries in China was, until 2019, required by law to enter into a joint venture with a Chinese company. In such joint ventures, the foreign company could not hold the controlling interest and may have been subject to requirements under which they had, in effect, to

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 645–56] added largely to the conquests of Islām; while, on the other hand, his undue elevation aroused keen jealousy contributing anew to the obloquy cast on his Master's name. Muʿāwiya had long keenly missed the support of a fleet, and in fact had sought permission from ʿOmar to embark his soldiery in ships. "The isles of the Levant," he wrote, "are close to the Syrian shore; you might almost hear the barking of the dogs and cackling of the hens; give me leave to attack them." But ʿOmar dreaded the sea, and wrote to consult ʿAmr, who answered thus:—"The sea is a boundless expanse, whereon great ships look tiny specks; nought but the heavens above and waters beneath; when calm, the sailor's heart is broken; when tempestuous, his senses reel. Trust it little, fear it much. Man at sea is an insect on a splinter, now engulfed, now scared to death." On receipt of this alarming account, ʿOmar forbade Muʿāwiya to have anything to do with ships;—"The Syrian sea, they tell me, is longer and broader than the dry land, and is instant with the Lord, night and day, seeking to swallow it up. How should I trust my people on its accursed bosom? Remember Al-ʿAlā. Nay, my friend, the safety of my people is dearer to me than all the treasures of Greece."

Nothing, therefore, was attempted by sea in the reign of ʿOmar. But on his death, Muʿāwiya reiterated the petition, and ʿOthmān at last relaxed the ban on condition that maritime service should be voluntary. The first fleet equipped against Cyprus, in the 28th year of the Hijra, was commanded by Abu Ḳeis as admiral; it was joined by Ibn abi Sarḥ with a complement of ships manned by Egyptians, and Arab warriors from Alexandria. Cyprus was taken easily, and a great multitude of captives carried off. The Cypriots agreed to pay the same revenue as they had done to the Emperor; and the Caliph, unable as yet to guarantee their protection, remitted the poll-tax. Of Abu Ḳeis we are told that he headed fifty expeditions by land


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CHINA transfer their technology to the Chinese partner. A decision to invest in the lucrative (and expanding) Chinese market is, therefore, often a trade-off between short- to medium-term gain and the likely loss of control of proprietary information.

The Intelligence Community previously reported examples of China targeting UK Industry (***) to obtain intelligence, broader information and skills through such joint ventures:

"***"

Such actions may have been entirely legitimate commercial engagements under Chinese law, with UK companies being aware of the risks they were subjecting themselves to. However, it is also possible that joint ventures could be used to steal technology and data. MI5 told the Committee that China could:

"spot something it likes, to get quite close to that, [and] to get to the point where you are looking at a joint venture, you host a visit, you get lots of the [employees of the] Chinese company that you are going to do the joint venture with coming round, they look at how you are set up, they look at your factory, they spend lots of time and then—at the last minute—the joint venture collapses and a few months later you see [your own technology] produced by China cheaper."

The critical and far-reaching importance of technical standards set by international bodies was raised by Director GCHQ in evidence to the Committee in October 2020, when he noted that the Chinese strategy to increase its presence at standards-setting bodies meant that it had now begun to dominate them. He cited the International Telecommunication Union and 3rd Generation Partnership Project influential telecommunications technical standards-setting bodies—as organisations in which China has acquired disproportionate influence, including numerous leadership positions. The Intelligence Community judge that:

"China is using international forums to shape emerging international standards on key emerging technologies. Defining international standards will enable China to shape technology to suit its own values and priorities, which may differ substantially and be at odds with those of the West. There are significant concerns over the susceptibility of data to state acquisition and exploitation, and the compulsion to accept Chinese norms and standards even if they do not comply with our own. An example of this would be concerns over a free and open internet, compared to China's commitment to central state control over information flow."

Influence over international standards-setting fora is extremely valuable from a commercial perspective. If companies from a given country in this case, China—own the

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 206 and by sea, but was killed at last while engaged in exploring a Grecian seaport. The island of Rhodes was occupied a few years later.

Three years after the fall of Cyprus, driven now from the harbours of Africa, and seriously threatened in the Levant, the Byzantines gathered a fleet of some 500 vessels, and defied the Arabs. Ibn abi Sarḥ was appointed to answer the challenge. He manned every available ship in the ports of Egypt and Africa; and his squadron, though inferior in weight and equipment to the Enemy's, was crowded with valiant warriors from the army. The Byzantine fleet came in sight near Alexandria. The wind lulled, and both sides lay for a while at anchor. The night was passed by the Muslims in recitation of the Ḳorʾān and prayer, while the Greeks kept up the clangour of their bells. In the morning, a fierce engagement took place. The Arab ships grappled with their adversaries, and a hand-to-hand encounter with sword and dagger ensued. The slaughter was great on both sides; but the Greeks, unable to withstand the wild onset of the Saracens, broke and dispersed. The Byzantine commander sailed away to Syracuse, where the people, infuriated at the defeat, despatched him in his bath.

This splendid victory notwithstanding, discontent against ʿOthmān now for the first time found free and dangerous expression among the leading Companions in the fleet. They murmured thus against the Caliph:—"ʿOthmān hath changed the ordinances of his predecessors, he hath made Admiral a man whom the Prophet would have put to death; and such like men also hath he put in chief command at Al-Kūfa, Al-Baṣra, and elsewhere." The clamour reaching the ears of Ibn abi Sarḥ, he declared that none of the malcontents should fight in his line of battle. Excluded thus, they were the more incensed. Spite of the threats of Ibn abi Sarḥ, the inflammatory language spread, and men began to speak openly and unadvisedly against ʿOthmān.

The clouds were louring, and the horizon of the Caliph darkened all around.


text: The Melodist/Love among the Roses

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Again,

And,

And again,

And,

In his Poèm in answer to Mrs. ''Eliz. Singer'', on her Poem upon Love and Friendship,

The only farther Example of Monosyllabick Verses I shalt infert here, and which I cannot well omit, is what I wou'd desire the Author to apply to his own Censure of Monosyllables, they are these which follow;

After so many Authorities of the Gentlemen, these few Instances from some of our Female Poets, may I hope be permitted to take place. I will begin with Mrs: Philips on the Death of the Queen of Bohemia;

And


text: The Melodist/The Minute-Gun at Sea

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and Al-Baṣra at this period exercised an influence on the destinies of Islām hardly less potent than that of Medīna itself. The turbulent and factious atmosphere of these cities became rapidly charged with a spirit of disloyalty and rebellion, aggravated by the weak and unwise change of their governors.

Al-Moghīra did not long enjoy the command at Al-Kūfa. He was removed by ʿOthmān, who, to fill the vacancy, in obedience (some say) to the dying wish of ʿOmar, reinstated Saʿd in his former office. The issue again was unsuccessful. To provide for his luxurious living, Saʿd took an advance from Ibn Masʿūd, chancellor of the treasury, who, by and by, became importunate for repayment. A heated altercation ensued, and Saʿd swore angrily at Ibn Masʿūd. The factious city ranged itself, part with the great warrior, and part with the quondam slave and attendant on the Prophet. The quarrel reached the ears of ʿOthmān, who, much displeased, recalled Saʿd before he had been a year in office. As successor, the Caliph appointed Al-Welīd ibn ʿOḳba, a brave warrior, but suspected of intemperance, and withal a uterine brother of his own. The choice was all the more unfortunate, because Al-Welīd was son of that ʿOḳba who, when taken prisoner at the battle of Bedr and about to be put to death, exclaimed in the bitterness of his soul, "Who will care for my little children?" and was answered by the Prophet, "Hell-fire!" The words were not forgotten, and faction was 207


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 208 careful now to turn them to account. Nevertheless, Al-Welīd was popular; and as he commanded successive campaigns in the East with gallantry and vigour, he managed for a time to divert the restless spirits from discontent at home. But in the end, the unruly populace was too strong for him. A murder took place, and sentence of death was executed at the City gate against the culprits. Their relatives resented the act of justice, and watched for ground of accusation against the Governor, whose habits gave them ready opportunity. Charges of intemperance were repeatedly dismissed by ʿOthmān for want of legal proof. At last his enemies succeeded in detaching from his hand the signet ring of office while he slept from the effects of a debauch, and carried it off in triumph to Medīna. But still worse, it was established that Al-Welīd had conducted the morning Prayers in such a state that, having come to the proper end of the service, he went on, without stopping, to commence another. The scandal was great; and the majesty of Islām must be vindicated. Al-Welīd was recalled to Medīna, scourged according to law, and deposed.

At Al-Baṣra, too, things were going from bad to worse. Abu Mūsa had now been many years Governor, when the restless citizens became impatient of his rule. He had been preaching to the pampered soldiery the virtue of enduring hardness, and going forth on foot to war. When the next expedition was ready, they watched to see whether he would himself set the example. As his ample baggage issued forth, winding from the castle on a long string of mules, they set upon him, crying, "Give us of these beasts to ride upon, and walk thou on foot, a pattern of the hardness thou preachest unto us." Then they repaired to Medīna, and complained that he had drained the land of its wealth, pampered Ḳoreish, and tyrannised over the Arab tribes. Instead of checking their petulance with promptitude, ʿOthmān gave it new life by deposing Abu Mūsa, and appointing a certain obscure citizen whom they desired, to be their Governor. Found unequal to the post, this man was deposed, and a youthful cousin of the Caliph, Ibn ʿĀmir, promoted in his room. When tidings of his nomination reached Al-Baṣra, Abu Mūsa said: "Now ye shall have a tax-gatherer to your hearts' content, rich in cousins, aunts, and uncles, who will


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On an evening when the spring mists Trail over the wide sea, And sad is the voice of the cranes I think of my far-off home.

Thinking of home, Sleepless I sit, The cranes call amid the shore reeds, Lost in the mists of spring. Ōtomo Yakamochi

An elegy on the impermanence of human life

We are helpless before time Which ever speeds away. And pains of a hundred kinds Pursue us one after another. Maidens joy in girlish pleasures, With ship-borne gems on their wrists, And hand in hand with their friends; But the bloom of maidenhood, As it cannot be stopped, Too swiftly steals away. When do their ample tresses Black as a mud-snail’s bowels Turn white with the frost of age? Whence come those wrinkles Which furrow their rosy cheeks? The lusty young men, warrior-like, Bearing their sword blades at their waists, In their hands the hunting bows, And mounting their bay horses, With saddles dressed with twill,


text: The Melodist/The Lass o' Arranteenie

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651–5] flood you with his harpies!" And so it turned out; for he soon filled the local offices and the commands in Persia with creatures of his own. In other respects, however, he proved an able ruler; his signal victories in the East have been already noticed, and in the struggle now close at hand he took a leading part.

The government of Al-Kūfa, vacated by the deposition of Al-Welīd, was conferred by ʿOthmān, together with that of Mesopotamia, upon another young and untried kinsman, Saʿīd ibn al-ʿĀṣ. His father was killed fighting against the Prophet at Bedr; and the boy, thus left an orphan had been brought up by ʿOmar, who eventually sent him to the wars in Syria. Receiving a good account of his breeding and prowess, ʿOmar summoned him to his court, and gave him two Arab maidens to wife. This youth, now promoted to the most critical post in the empire, was not only without experience in the art of governing, but, vainly inflated with the pretensions of Ḳoreish, made no account of the powerful Bedawi faction. Accustomed in Syria to the strong discipline of Muʿāwiya, he wrote to ʿOthmān, on reaching Al-Kūfa, that licence reigned in the city, that noble birth passed for nothing, and that the Bedawīn were altogether out of hand. His first address as Governor was a blustering harangue, in which he glibly talked of crushing the sedition and arrogance of the men of Al-Kūfa with a rod of iron. Countenanced in his over-bearing course by the Caliph, he fomented discontent by invidious advancement of the Ḳoreishite nobility, and by treating with contumely the great body of the Citizens. "One Ḳoreishite succeedeth another as our governor," they said; "the last no better than the first. It is but out of the frying-pan into the fire." The under-current of faction daily gained strength and volume. But the vigorous campaigns of Saʿīd in northern Persia, for he was an active soldier, served for a time to occupy men's minds, and to stay the open exhibition of a rebellious spirit.

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 * "The Lass o' Arranteenie" in The Melodist (1813)
 * "The Lass of Aranteenie" in Tweedside (1823)
 * "The Lass o' Arranteenie" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
 * "The lass o' Arranteenie" in Heaving of the Lead (n.d.), a Scottish chapbook printed in Glasgow
 * "The lass o' Arranteenie" in A'body's like to be married but me (n.d.), a Scottish chapbook printed in Stirling
 * "The Lass of Arranteenie" in The Sentimental Songster (n.d.), a Scottish chapbook printed in Glasgow
 * "The Lass o' Aranteenie", in My Nannie O (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
 * "The Lass o' Arranteenie" in Cream of Tannahill's Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
 * "The Lass of Arranteenie" in Seraphim (n.d.), a Scottish chapbook printed in Glasgow
 * "The Lass of Arranteenie" in Four excellent songs (n.d.), a Scottish chapbook printed in Glasgow

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 The administrative or police official who searches a private place shall order the owner thereof, or a person therein, or the person in charge thereof to allow his entry without restriction and to appropriately facilitate the execution of the warrant in every manner. In this respect, the official shall display the warrant, or if the search can be conducted without a warrant, he shall reveal his name and position.

If the person mentioned in the first paragraph denies his entry, the official has the power to use force to enable the entry. In the event of necessity, he may open or destroy gates, doors, windows, fences, or other similar barriers.

In the event that a lost article is searched for, the owner or possessor of such article or his representative may be allowed to accompany an official in conducting the search, if possible.

A search in a private place must be conducted between sunrise and sunset, subject to the following exceptions:

when a search has been started in the daytime, the search may be continued in the nighttime if it is not yet finished;

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 the kind that hath been offer'd to Your Royal Highness: Such as it is, it desires with all Submission, to be received into Your Royal Highness's Favourable Protection, together with the Author, who with most hearty Prayers for Your Royal Highness, and Your whole Royal House, begs leave to subscribe her self,

May it please Your ,

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Most Dutiful, and Most Obedient Humble Servant,


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 ter the Precedent of such Great and Royal Examples, when I understand that His, Your Royal Father, Our. most gracious Sovereign, who is a great Judge and Promoter of all good. Learning, doth in a more particular manner recommend: the cultivating the Study of the German Antiquities; in order to the: right Understanding and Frustration of which, the Knowledge of the English-Saxon Language and Antiquities, is so very necessary. I have but one thing more to add. that this Present, worthless as it is, is the humble Tribute of a Female; the First, I imagin, of


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 masculine, and diminutives of substantives relating to men and ending in o. Also most nouns ending in one of the soft consonants, c, j, l, ń, ś.

 * Singular. || || Plural.
 * N. || chłop || || chłopowie (pi).
 * G. || chłopa || || chłopow.
 * D. || chłopowi || || chłopom.
 * A. || chłopa || || chłopow.
 * V. || chłopie || || chłopowie
 * I. || chłopem || || chłopami.
 * L. || chłopu (ie) || || chłopach.
 * }
 * D. || chłopowi || || chłopom.
 * A. || chłopa || || chłopow.
 * V. || chłopie || || chłopowie
 * I. || chłopem || || chłopami.
 * L. || chłopu (ie) || || chłopach.
 * }
 * I. || chłopem || || chłopami.
 * L. || chłopu (ie) || || chłopach.
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 * }

Note that in the case of inanimate things, the genitive singular ends in u, and the nominative and accusative are the same both in the singular and the plural.

 * Singular. || || Plural.
 * N. || żołnierz || || żołnierze (pi).
 * G. || żołnierza || || żołnierzy.
 * D. || żołnierzowi || || żołnierzom.
 * A. || żołnierza || || żołnierzy.
 * V. || żołnierzu || || żołnierze
 * I. || żołnierzem || || żołnierzami.
 * L. || żołnierzu (ie) || || żołnierzach.
 * }
 * D. || żołnierzowi || || żołnierzom.
 * A. || żołnierza || || żołnierzy.
 * V. || żołnierzu || || żołnierze
 * I. || żołnierzem || || żołnierzami.
 * L. || żołnierzu (ie) || || żołnierzach.
 * }
 * I. || żołnierzem || || żołnierzami.
 * L. || żołnierzu (ie) || || żołnierzach.
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 Among peculiar forms belonging to this declension may be mentioned the noun Bóg 'God,' which makes the dative Bogu, instead of Bogowi, and also the vocative Boże; człowiek, 'man,' has in the vocative both człowieku and człowiecze; xiądz, 'priest,' has the genitive xięże.

Feminine substantives are those ending in the vowels a (except a few implying the offices of men) and i, and most of the substantives ending in one of the soft consonants ć, dź, ść, 'ź', 'ż'.


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To this declension belong all the neuter substantives ending in e, ę, o. These neuter nouns differ from masculines, with the same termination; in the neuters the nominative, accusative and vocative are the same in both numbers: in the plural these cases end in a.


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 210 by the enemies of ʿOthmān. First was the recension of the Ḳorʾān. The Muslim armies spread over such vast areas and, as well as the converted peoples, were so widely separated one from another, that differences were arising in the recitation of the sacred text, as it had been settled in the previous reign. Al-Baṣra followed the reading of Abu Mūsa; Al-Kūfa was guided by the authority of Ibn Masʿūd; and the text of Hims differed from that in use even at Damascus. Ḥodheifa, during his long campaign in Persia and Azerbījān, having witnessed the variations in different provinces, returned to Al-Kūfa gravely impressed with the urgent need of revision. Ibn Masʿūd was highly incensed with the slight thus put upon the authority of his text. But Ḥodheifa, supported by the Governor, urged ʿOthmān to restore the unity of the divine word, "before that believers begin to differ in their scripture, even as the Jews and Christians." The Caliph, advised by the leading Companions at Medīna, called for copies of the manuscripts in use throughout the Empire. He then appointed a syndicate of experts from amongst Ḳoreish, to collate these with the sacred originals still in the keeping of Ḥafṣa. Under their supervision the variations were reconciled, and an authoritative exemplar written out, of which duplicates were deposited at Mecca, Medīna, Al-Kūfa, and Damascus. Copies were multiplied over the empire; former manuscripts called in and committed to the flames; and the standard text brought into exclusive use. The action of ʿOthmān was received at the moment, as it deserved, with general consent, excepting at Al-Kūfa. There Ibn Masʿūd, who prided himself on his faultless recitation of the oracle, pure as it fell from the Prophet's lips, was much displeased; and the charge of sacrilege in having burned copies of the divine Word was readily seized on by the factious Citizens. By and by, the cry was spread abroad; and, taken up with avidity by the enemies of ʿOthmān, we find it, ages afterwards still eagerly urged


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 so many Renowned Princes are descended, composed a Grammar for his own: Language, the ancient Francick: which is the Mother of the present German, and of near Alliance with the Anglo-Saxon, all of them confessing their Original from the Goths.

Hoping it might yield kind of Diversion to Your Royal Highness, I have here and there interspersed some Instances, of German, Francick, and Gothick Words, whereby that Affinity is declared. I am the more in hopes Your Royal Highness's kind Aspect upon this little Work, af-


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 in the event of great urgency or in which a search is specially permitted by another law, a search may be conducted in the nighttime;

a search for arresting a ferocious person or important outlaw may be conducted in the nighttime, but it must be specially permitted by the Director General of the Royal Siamese Police Department or, when conducted in a province, by the commissioner of such province; as regards the chief in charge of such search, he must be the district chief or a police officer holding the rank of police sub-lieutenant or higher.

In the event that a search is conducted by virtue of a warrant, only the official named in the warrant of search or his substitute has the power to be the chief in charge of the execution of the warrant.

A private place can only be searched for finding persons or articles targeted by the search, subject to the following exceptions:

in the event that the search is for finding articles without limitation, the official conducting the search has the power to seize any articles which may be used as evidence in favour of or against an alleged offender or accused;

the official conducting the search has the power to arrest persons or [seize] other things at the place searched, when another specific warrant therefor has been obtained or in the event of a flagrant offence.

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 651–5] by the partisans of the ʿAbbāsid dynasty as an unpardonable offence committed by the ungodly Caliph. The accusation thus trumped up was really without foundation. Indeed, it was scouted by ʿAlī himself. When, several years after, as Caliph, he found the citizens of Al-Kūfa still blaming his ill-starred predecessor for the act;—"Silence!" he cried; "ʿOthmān acted with the advice of the leading men amongst us; and had I been ruler at the time, I should myself have done the same."

A great body of the nobility from Mecca and Medīna about this time transferred their residence to Al-Kūfa and Al-Baṣra. These had no right to share in the endowments of Al-ʿIrāḳ, the special privileges of which, in virtue of conquest, were reserved for the original settlers. They were allowed, however, now to do so on condition that they surrendered their properties in the Ḥijāz. The concession afforded fresh ground for discontent at the extravagant pretensions of Ḳoreish.

The story of Abu Dharr is singularly illustrative of the times, and his treatment formed one of the grounds of complaint against the Caliph. He was an early convert to the Faith; and is said even to have anticipated Moḥammad in some of the observances of Islām. An ascetic in habit, he inveighed against the riches and indulgences of the day as altogether alien from the Faith, and as evils which, rushing in like a flood, were now demoralising the people. Gorgeous palaces, crowds of slaves, horses and camels, flocks and herds, costly garments, sumptuous fare, and splendid equipage were the fashion, not only in Syria and Al-ʿIrāḳ, but even now within the Holy Cities. The protest of Abu Dharr was


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 In conducting a search, an official must try to avoid causing damage and chaos in so far as possible.

If it is reasonably suspected that a person present at the place searched or to be searched would cause obstruction to the extent rendering the search unsuccessful, the official conducting the search has the power to place such person under the custody or care of an official during the search in so far as necessary for preventing his obstruction that would render the search unsuccessful.

If it is reasonably suspected that the person hides on his body the article wanted to be found, the official conducting the search has the power to search his body as prescribed in section 85.

Articles seized from a search shall be put in wrappings or packages sealed or marked with distinct symbols.

When conducting a search in a private place, the official conducting the search shall, before starting the search, express his candour first. And in so far as possible, the search shall be conducted in the presence of the possessor of the place or a member of his family or, if the said person cannot be found, in the presence of at lest two other persons whom the official has requested to attend as witnesses.

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 will not, I presume, make it a less agreeable. Present to Your Royal Highness, in whose Royal Offspring the Saxon Line is to be continued, with encrease of all Princely and Heroick Virtues. If this may seem too much a Trifle, to deserve Admittance to Your Royal Highness, it being a Treasue of, Your Royal Highness will be pleased to remember, that it hath not only been thought worthy of their Protection, but even to employ the Pens of some great Emperors and Kings. Julius Cæasar writ three Books, de Analogia, and the Emperor Charlemaign, from whom


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 SOPHIA, a Lady endowed with all Princely Accomplishments, and particularly a most Bounteous Patroness of Letters, begs leave now most humbly to offer itself to Your Royal Highness's gracious Acceptance, who so undoubtedly inherit all the Royal and Illustrious Qualities of that.

Madam, it addresses itself to Your Royal Highness, .congratulating Your Auspicious Arrival into England, in a Language which bears: a Name that is common bath to the German and English Nations, the SAXON This


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TO THE PRINCESS of WALES

, HIS small Treatise, which the Author once hoped to have had the Honour of dedicating to Her Royal Highness the Princess


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 A search of the residence or office of an alleged offender or accused who is being under custody or detention shall be conducted in his presence. If he cannot or desires not to supervise it, he may appoint a representative or witness to supervise it. If there is no such representative or witness, the search shall be conducted in the presence of a family member or witnesses as mentioned in the previous paragraph.

The possessor of the place, family member, alleged offender, accused, representative, or witnesses must be allowed to inspect any articles seized, in order that they would confirm their correctness. If the said persons give or refuse to give their confirmation, this shall be recorded.

The official conducting a search shall record the details of the search and must make a detailed list of the articles found in the search.

The search record and the list of articles shall be read to the possessor of the place, family member, alleged person, accused, representative, or witnesses, as the case may be, who shall then be required to countersign them.

An official who has conducted a search by virtue of a warrant must promptly send the record and list mentioned the previous section, together with the articles

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 THE OF FOR THE First given in WITH AN For the Study of Being very useful towards the understanding our ancient English POETS, and other WRITERS.

By ELIZABETH ELSTOB.

Printed by And Sold by  at the Rose in Ludgate-street, and  in Westminster-hall, 1715.


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 seized, in so far as they can be sent, to the warrant issuer or other official designated in the warrant.

In the event that another official than an inquiry official has conducted a search without a warrant, he shall send the record, list, and articles to any inquiry official or authority that wants them.

As regards a letter, postcard, telegram, printed material, or other document which is sent by post or telegraph from or to an alleged offender or accused, and is not yet delivered, if an authority wants it for the sake of an inquiry, preliminary examination, trial, or other activity according to this Code, he shall apply to a court for an order directing a postal or telegraphic authority to send the document forth.

If the Director General of the Royal Siamese Police Department or commissioner of a province finds that such document is wanted to be used for the said activity, he has the power to ask an authority in the postal or telegraphic service to isolate the document pending an order from the court.

The provisions of this section do not apply to correspondences between an alleged offender or accused and his attorney-at-law.

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A motion for provisional release of an alleged offender or accused without bail, or with bail, or with bail and security, can be submitted by the alleged offender, or accused, or interested person in the following manners, whether or not he is being under custody or detention by virtue of a court warrant:

when the alleged offender is being under custody and has not yet been charged before the court, it shall be submitted to an inquiry official or public prosecutor, as the case may be;

when the alleged offender is being under detention by virtue of a court warrant and has not yet been charged before the court, it shall be submitted to such court;

when the alleged offender has been charged already, it shall be submitted to the court of first instance addressing his case;

in the course of an appeal or final appeal, it may be submitted to the court of first instance having addressed the case or may be submitted to the appellate court or Supreme Court of Justice.

Upon receipt of a motion for provisional release, the official or court shall give an order thereon with dispatch, using the criteria under the following six sections.

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 In ruling upon a motion for provisional release, the following issues shall be taken into consideration:

the gravity of the allegations;

the amount of the evidence adduced;

the nature of all the circumstances of the case;

the credibility of the movant, bail, or security;

the likeliness that the alleged offender or accused will escape;

the possibility and amount of the danger or damage that may ensue from the provisional release;

in the event that the alleged offender or accused is being detained by virtue of a court warrant, if there is an objection from the inquiry official, public prosecutor, or prosecutor, as the case may be, the court may take it into account for corroboration of the ruling.

In a case of which the maximum rate of imprisonment is ten years or more, if there is a motion for provisional release, the court must ask the inquiry official, public prosecutor, or prosecutor if he would raise any objection.

In a case of which the maximum rate of imprisonment is one year or more, the provisionally released person must provide bail and may provide any or no security also.

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 In a different case, a provisional release may be granted without bail at all, or with bail, or with bail and with security also.

When a provisional release is to be granted without bail at all, the alleged offender or accused shall, before the release is given, take an oath or make an affirmation that he will appear as scheduled or summonsed.

When a provisional release is to be granted with bail or with bail and security, the person providing the bail bond or serving as the security shall, before the release is given, sign the bail bond.

In the bail bond, in addition to other contents which it should have, the following contents must be contained also:

the person provisionally released or the person providing the bail bond, as the case may be, will observe the schedules or summonses from the official or court that grants the provisional release;

when the bond is breached, the specified amount of money will be paid.

When a provisional release is ordered by an inquiry official or public prosecutor, the bail bond shall only be operative during the inquiry, or until the alleged offender is ordered by the court to be detained during the inquiry, or until the court accepts the charge.

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The Pines of Lory/Chapter 14

NOTHER June.

Along the northern shore of the St. Lawrence Gulf, through the cold, gray light of early dawn, a yacht was steaming eastward.

Leaning against the rail, near the bow, a woman with eager eyes watched the elusive coast. But this coast, in the spreading light, was rapidly revealing itself, becoming less ethereal, more savage and majestic. The woman was daintily attired. Every detail of her apparel, from the Parisian hat to the perfect-fitting shoes, while simple and designed expressly pour le voyage, was sumptuous in its simplicity. Although about thirty-five years of age, her round, rather wide face, graceful figure, and vivacious expression would have made deception easy if she cared to practise it. In feelings, in manner, and in appearance, she was eighteen. And she would never be older. A peculiar droop at the outer corners of two large and very dark eyes, and a mouth–too small for the face–with a slight and rather infantile projection of the upper lip gave a plaintive, half-melancholy expression to an otherwise merry and youthful face.

Behind her, pacing to and fro, a strongly built, elderly man with heavy face and heavy hands, also watched the coast.

“Voila, Jacques!” and the lady pointed to a promontory in front, just revealed by the vanishing mist. “Le voila, n’est-ce pas?”

The man stepped forward and stood beside her. After a careful scrutiny he replied, also in French:

“Truly, I think it is.”

“Ah, le bonheur! At last! And how soon shall we land?”

He hesitated, stroking the end of his nose with a stubby finger. “In less than two hours.”

“In less than two hours! Absurd! You mean to say in less than twenty minutes, is it not?”

He shrugged his shoulders in respectful protestation. “But, Princess, deign to remember that we are still some miles from this headland, and that Monsieur, your father, is yet farther away,–some fifteen miles, at the very end of the bay which lies beyond.”

She frowned and turned away. “Are we going as fast as possible?”

“I think so.”

“Well, if you are not sure of it, Jacques, go down and tell that engineer to enliven his exasperating machinery. Make everything turn faster, or I shall jump into the sea and swim ahead. It is of a slowness to rend the nerves.”

Jacques Lafenestre moved away to carry out this order. From his youth up he had served this lady and her parents. And when the father, for excellent reasons, left France in haste and came into the wilderness, the old servant followed. Later on he settled in Quebec as keeper of an inn. And ever since that day he had maintained communication with his master.

As the Princess walked impatiently up and down the deck, erect and with elastic tread, often looking at her watch and frowning, she gave the impression of a commanding little person, much accustomed to having her own way–and with no talent for resignation. And when, a few moments later, another individual appeared upon the deck, a tall, thin, dark-robed ecclesiastic, evidently of high degree, with fine features and a stately bearing, she hastened to express her annoyance. To his polite greeting she replied rapidly:

“Good-morning, your Grace; but tell me, did you ever see anything like this boat? Did you ever imagine a thing could crawl with such a slowness–such a slowness? I shall die of it! I believe the screw is working backwards.”

The Archbishop smiled,–that is, his mouth lengthened, for mirth and he were strangers,–“But it seems to me we move, Princess, and quite rapidly.”

“Rapidly! Well, never mind. Time and the wind will get us there. But why are you up so early? This is an hour when gentlemen are abed.”

“I could not sleep.”

“Ah, the misfortune! For you may have a hard day. Remember, you are to do your best, and use your strongest arguments. You will need them. My father is wilful.”

“Have no fears, Princess, I shall do all in my power, for the cause seems righteous. The Duc de Fontrévault is, as you say, too old a man to be left alone under such conditions.”

“Surely! And you are the one of all others to convince him. He will not listen to the rest of us. And don’t fail to impress upon him his duty to his family. That is your strongest point, is it not?”

“Yes, and that now he can return with safety.”

She shook her head. “No, do not rely too much on that, for he loves his wilderness. And he has known for a long time all danger was past. Better attack his conscience, and his sense of duty.”

“As you say, Princess. And I shall spare no effort.”

“Then you will succeed.” And looking up with a smile, “You could convince anybody of anything, dear Archbishop. A few words from you, if you could only get him alone, and the devil himself would turn over a new leaf–perhaps join the Church. Who knows?”

For these sentiments his Grace had no responsive smile. This lady from Paris, while a good Catholic, seemed to have so little reverence for certain sanctities that he was always on his guard. Her nature was not of the sort he preferred to deal with. There were too many conflicting elements. No one could tell with precision just when she was serious or when she was having a little fun. And, moreover, the dignity of an archbishop was not a thing to be compromised. But she was a grande dame, a person of great influence–also of great wealth and a free giver. And the Archbishop was no fool.

As they rounded the promontory and came in sight of the bay the emotion of the Princess was apparent. Impatiently she walked the deck. With the sun once fairly above the water, the little point of land at the farther end of the bay showed clearly in the morning light.

She beckoned the old servant to her side.

“There it is, Jacques! I see distinctly the cottage, a little mass of green against the shadows of the pines. And surely there is smoke from the chimney! My father is an early riser; already up and cooking his breakfast. Is it not so, Jacques?”

“Yes, I do not doubt Monsieur le Duc cooks his breakfast at this moment.”

“What enormous trees!” she went on. “Beautiful, beautiful! And they stretch away forever. An ocean of pines! I had forgotten they were so tall–so gigantic. How many minutes now, Jacques, before we arrive?”

Jacques frowned and shrugged his heavy shoulders. “I shall not tell you.”

“Wicked old man!”

And again, through her glass, she studied the coast.

He had carried this lady in his arms before she could walk; he had superintended, in a way, her childhood; and so, like many old servants in France, he was not expected to bear in mind, at all times, certain differences in birth.

With a fresh enthusiasm she exclaimed: “And there, down below, to the right, is the little beach–the ravishing little beach! How I loved it! Here, take the glasses, Jacques, and regard it.”

Jacques regarded. “Yes, it is a good beach.”

She dropped the glasses in their case, folded the daintily gloved hands upon the rail, and for several moments gazed in silence at the coast in front. Her face, in repose, became somewhat sadder, and now there was a moisture in the eyes.

“Tell me again, Jacques, just how long it is since you were here?”

“Eight months.”

“Much can happen in eight months.”

“Yes, without doubt, but then it is to be remembered that when I was here last, in the month of September–all went well.”

“You did not see him yourself, however.”

“No, my broken ankle kept me aboard, but those who went ashore with the provisions brought a good report.”

“But they did not see him.”

“No, for he was away, probably on one of his hunting trips. But why disquiet yourself, Princess? We see the smoke rising from the chimney.”

“Yes, it is true. You have reason.”

When, at last, they arrived, the Princess was one of the first to land, and she hastened up the narrow path to the grove above. Although in haste to greet her father, she paused among the big trees to inhale the piney fragrance. With a smile of rapture she gazed upward and about. These old friends! How unchanged! And how many years they carried her back! As a very little girl her imagination had revelled without restraint and, to her heart’s desire, in this enchanted grove. And now she was listening to the old-time murmurings, high above–the same plaintive whispering–the familiar voices, never to be forgotten–that told her everything a little girl could wish to hear, and whenever she cared to hear it.

But she lingered for a moment only. With eager steps she hurried toward the cottage–picturing to herself an old gentleman’s amazement when he recognized his visitor.

The door was open. She stood upon the threshold and looked in–and listened. No sound came to her ears except from the old clock behind the door. How familiar this solemn warning of the passing time! It seemed a part of her youth, left behind and suddenly found again. But her heart was beating many times faster than the stately ticking of this passionless machine. Silently she entered and stood beside the table. She saw the hangings, the pictures, the busts, the furniture, precisely as she had known them, years ago.

From behind the tapestry came a sound, faintly, as of some one moving. She smiled and there was a quivering of the lips. Then, in a low but clear voice, she said:

“Petit père.”

title: The Pines of Lory/Chapter 14


text:
The Pines of Lory/Chapter 15

HE rustle of a sudden movement–and an exclamation half suppressed–came from within the chamber. Then the tapestry was pushed aside.

The Princess, at sight of the figure that emerged, took a backward step, her smile of welcome supplanted by a look of wonder. Another woman stood before her, also pausing in surprise, a hand still holding the tapestry. This woman was young and slight of figure, erect, dark-haired, and sunburned. In a single glance the quick eye of the Princess took in a number of details. She noticed that the stranger wore a jacket so faded that no trace of its original color remained; that the skirt, equally faded, was also stained and patched. But to the critical Parisian it was obvious that these garments, although threadbare, frayed, and weather-beaten, fitted extremely well.

Now, while the Princess was the more surprised of the two, the girl in the faded garments experienced a greater bewilderment. For this visitor bore a startling resemblance to the miniature,–the wife whose grave was among the pines. And Elinor stared, as if half awake, at the round face, the drooping eyes, and the very familiar features of this sudden guest. Even the arrangement of the hair was unchanged, and the infantile mouth appeared exactly as depicted in the little portrait that hung beside her. Had this portrait come to life and stood near its own chair, the effect would have been the same.

But the lady from Paris was the first to find her voice. In French, with somewhat frigid politeness, she said:

“Pardon me, Mademoiselle; I expected to find another person here.”

Also in French the girl replied:

“Madame is the daughter, perhaps, of the gentleman who lived here?”

The Princess, with her head, made a slight affirmative movement. And she frowned more from anxiety than resentment as she asked: “You say lived here. Does he not live here now?”

And she read in the face before her, from its sympathy and sadness, the answer she dreaded.

Elinor, before replying, came nearer to the table. “Do you speak English?”

The Princess nodded, and seated herself in the chair of the miniature, and with clasped hands and a pale face, whispered:

“He is–dead?”

Elinor took the opposite chair. “May I tell you about it in English? I can do it more easily and better than in French.”

“Certainly, certainly. And tell me all–everything.”

Bravely the Princess listened. The tears flowed as she heard the story, pressing her handkerchief to her eyes, and even trying to smile at times in grateful sympathy for the narrator’s efforts at consolation.

“Tell me how he looked the day you found him. Did he seem to have been–ill–to have suffered?”

“We thought him asleep. There was no trace of suffering. The color of his face surprised us.”

When the story of his burial was finished, the Princess rose from her seat, came around and stood by Elinor, and took her hand. “I owe you so much. You were very good and considerate. I am grateful, very grateful. He was unfortunate in his life. It is a consolation to know his death was happy, and that he was reverently buried.”

Then Elinor, after hesitating, decided to ask a question.

“If it is no secret, and if you care to do it, would you mind telling me why he came across the water, out here in the forest, and lived in such a way?”

“Assuredly! And even if it were a secret I should tell you. In the first place, he was the Duc de Fontrévault, a very good name in France, as perhaps you know. He fell in love–oh, so fiercely in love!–with a lady who was to marry–well, who was betrothed to a king. It sounds like a fairy tale, n’est-ce pas?”

“It does, indeed!”

The Princess was now sitting on the arm of Elinor’s chair, looking down into her face, in a motherly, or elder sisterly, sort of way.

“Well, you would know all about the king if I told you. He died only the other day, so you will soon guess him. C’était un vaurien, un imbécile. My father not only loved this–”

She stopped, abruptly, leaning forward with one hand upon the table. “Mais, Mon Dieu! there is my portrait! My old miniature of twenty years ago! How came it there?” And she pointed to the opposite chair.

“We found it hanging there when we came, and have never disturbed it.”

“You found it hanging there, on the back of that chair?”

“Yes.”

“My own chair–where I used to sit! So, then, I was always before him!”

Elinor nodded. In the eyes of the Princess came fresh tears. She undertook to say more, but failed; and getting up, she walked around the table and dropped into Pats’s chair, gurgling something in French about the petit père. Then she broke down completely, buried her face in her hands, and made no effort to control her grief.

When she recovered composure, her self-reproaches were bitter for allowing so many years to go by without a visit to this devoted parent. Smiling as she dried her eyes,–the eyes with the drooping corners, old friends to Elinor,–she said: “You, also, had me for a guest all this time.”

“No, for a hostess. It is your house.”

“And where do you sit?”

“Here, where I am.”

“Then I have been your vis-à-vis?”

“Yes.”

The Princess smiled. “Well, my face must be terribly familiar to you. Perhaps you recognized me at first?”

“Yes; I supposed you must be his daughter. But we believed the portrait to be your mother.”

“How amusing! But poor mamma! there is no portrait of her here. She came away in too much of a hurry to stop for trifles.”

She studied the miniature in silence, then, leaning back in her chair:

“Mais, voyons! I was telling something.”

“About your father–why he came here.”

“Ah, yes! Well, for a man to marry, or try to marry–or to dream of marrying–a princess formally betrothed to a king was quelque chose d’inouïe. But he was badly brought up, this little father of mine: always having his own way,–un enfant gâté,–you know, a child made worse–a child damaged–hurt–what am I trying to say?”

“A spoiled child.”

“Of course! But the King also was a spoiled child, which is to be expected in a king. However, that did not smooth things for my little father, as the King was beside himself with rage–furious, wild!”

“He was jealous?”

The Princess laughed–more of a triumphant chuckle than a laugh. “And well he had reason!”

“Then the lady preferred your father to the King?”

“Mon Dieu! She had eyes.” Then, with a slight motion of a hand: “And she had sense.”

Elinor smiled. “But a king is a great catch.”

The little lady shrugged her shoulders. “That made nothing to her. She was as good as the King. She was a grande princess. Not an every-day princess, like me.”

“Are you a princess?” Elinor asked in surprise.

“Yes, an ordinary princess–the common, every-day kind. But she was a princesse royale. And so he did this.” With a comprehensive gesture of both her hands she indicated the tapestries, paintings, busts, furniture, and the entire contents of the house.

“You mean he brought his own possessions off here, across the water?”

“Precisely.”

“And did he bring the Princess with him?”

“What a question! It is evident, Mademoiselle, that you were not acquainted with my father, the Duc de Fontrévault.”

“Then this princess was your mother?”

“Yes.”

“And that is her grave out there, beneath the pines, next to his?”

The Princess nodded, and blinked, but smiled: “Poor mamma! She only lived a few years after that; I was nine when she died.”

“Were you born here?”

“In there.” And she glanced toward Elinor’s chamber.

“You must have had a lonely childhood.”

“No. In those days we had a servant–and a cow.”

“But why should your father and mother escape to this wilderness? Surely a woman may marry whom she pleases in these days.”

“Certainly. But an agent was sent to arrest my father–on a legal pretext–and in the quarrel this agent–also a gentleman of high rank–was killed. So that was murder. Just what his Majesty wished, perhaps. And my father, in haste, packed a few things on a ship and disappeared.”

“A few things!”

“The King never knew where he went. Nor did any one else. But enough of myself and family. Tell me of your coming here. And of your friend. Is she still here?”

“My friend was a man.”

“Ah!”

The Princess raised her eyebrows, involuntarily. “Pardon me if I am indiscreet, but you are not married?”

“No.”

Now this Parisian, with other Europeans, had heard startling tales about American girls; of their independence and of their amazing freedom. She leaned forward, a lively curiosity in her face. To her shame be it said that she was always entertained by a sprightly scandal, and seldom shocked.

“How interesting! And this gentleman, was he young?”

But the American girl did not reply at once. She had divined her companion’s thoughts and was distressed, and provoked. This feeling of resentment, however, she repressed as she could not, in justice, blame the Princess–nor anybody else–for being reasonably surprised. So, she began at the beginning and told the tale: of the stupid error by which she was left with a man she hardly knew on this point of land; of their desperate effort to escape in September, by taking to a raft and floating down the river; how they failed to land and were carried out to sea, nearly perishing from exposure. She described their reaching shore at last, several miles to the east. And when she spoke of the early snow, in October, of the violent storms and the long winter, the Princess nodded.

“Yes, I remember those winters well. But we were happy, my father and I.”

“And so were we,” said Elinor.

“Then this stranger turned out well? A gentleman, a man of honor?”

“Yes, oh, yes! And more than that. He gave his life for mine.”

From the look which came into Elinor’s face, and from a quiver in the voice, the sympathetic visitor knew there was a deeper feeling than had been expressed. She said, gently:

“You are tired now. Tell me the rest of the story later.”

“No, no. I will tell you now. One morning, about a month ago, the first pleasant day after a week of rain, we started off along the bank of the river to see if the flood had carried away our raft–the new one. Just out there, in the woods, not far from here, I stepped to the edge of the bank and looked down at the water. The river was higher than we had ever seen it,–fuller, swifter, with logs and bushes in it. Even big trees came along, all rushing to the sea at an awful speed.”

“Yes, I know that river in spring. The water is yellow, and with a frightful current,–fascinating to watch, but it terrifies.”

Elinor nodded. “Fascinating to watch, yes. But Pats told me–”

“Pats?”

“My friend. His name was Patrick.”

“And Pats is the little name–the familiar–for Patrick?”

“Sometimes.”

“Ah, I never knew that! But pardon me. Please go on.”

“He told me to come back–that the bank was undermined by the river and might give way. He said: ‘Whoever enters that river to-day leaves hope behind.’ At the very instant I started back the earth under me gave way, and–and, well, I went down to the river and under the water–an awful distance. I thought I should never come up again. But I did come up at last, gasping, half dead, several yards from the shore. The current was carrying me down the river, but I saw Pats on the bank above, watching me. His face was pale and he was hurrying along to keep near. Oh, how I envied him, up there, alive and safe!”

“Poor child! I can well believe it!”

“He cried out, ‘Try and swim toward the shore! Try hard!’ And I tried, but was carried along so fast that I seemed to make no headway. Then I saw him run on ahead, pull off his shoes and outer clothes, slide down the bank and shoot out into the water toward me.”

“Bravo!” exclaimed the listener. “Bravo! That was splendid!” And in her enthusiasm she rose, and sat down again.

Elinor sank back in her chair. But the Princess was leaning forward with wide open eyes and parted lips.

“Then what happened?”

“He reached me, caught me with one hand by my dress between the shoulders, and told me again to swim hard for the shore. It seemed hopeless, at first, for the current was frightful–oh, frightful! It washed us under and tried to carry us out again. But Pats pushed hard, and after an awful struggle–it seemed a lifetime–we we reached the shore.”

“Ah, good!”

But in the speaker’s face there came no enthusiasm. She closed her eyes, leaning back in her chair as if from physical weakness. The Princess got up, and once more came and stood by the girl’s chair, and gently patted a shoulder.

“Tell me the rest later. There is no haste.”

“I shall feel better for telling it now. I started to climb up the bank. It was steep, all stones and gravel, and a few little bushes. The stones gave way and kept letting me down–slipping backward. He was still in the water. I heard him tell me to go slow and not hurry. He was very calm, and his voice came up from beneath me, for–” and here she laughed, a little hysterical laugh–more of a sob than a laugh, as if from over-taxed nerves–“for I seemed to be sitting on his head.”

The Princess also laughed, responsively.

“I shall never know just how it happened, but in one of my struggles the whole bank seemed to slide from under me into the river. I clung to a bush and called to him, and tried to look down, but–he was gone.”

A silence followed. The Princess rested her cheek against Elinor’s hair, and murmured words of comfort. “How long ago did this happen?”

“A month ago.”

More from sympathy than from conviction the Princess said:

“He may return. Stranger things have happened. Perhaps he was carried out to sea–and rescued.”

Elinor shook her head. “He was buried beneath the rocks and gravel. If he had risen to the surface, I should have seen him, for the day was clear. No, I know where he is. I see him, all night long, in my sleep, lying at the bottom of the river, his face looking up.”

“My child,” said the Princess, “listen. With your sorrow you have precious memories. From what you have not told me of your Pats, I know him well. He loved you. That is clear. You loved him. That is also clear. Alone with him in this cottage through an endless winter, and perfectly happy! Voyons, you confessed all when you said ‘we were happy!’ He was the man of a woman’s heart! With no hesitation, he gave his life for yours: to save you or die with you. Tell me, what can Heaven offer that is better than a love like that?”

She closed her eyes and drew a long breath. “Ah, these Americans! These extraordinary husbands! I have done nothing but hear of them!”

“He was not my husband.”

“But he was to be?”

“Oh, yes!”

The Princess rose, walked around the table and stood beside the chair that held her portrait.

“My child, I respect your grief. My heart bleeds for you, but you are to be envied.” With uplifted eyebrows, and her head slightly to one side, she went on: “My husband, the Prince de Champvalliers is good. We adore one another. As a husband he is satisfactory,–better than most. But if, by chance, I should fall into a river, with death in its current, and he were safe and dry upon the bank–”

Sadly she smiled, and with a shrug of the shoulders turned about and moved away.

Erect, and with a jaunty step, she walked about the room, renewing acquaintance with old friends of her youth: with the little tapestried fables on the chairs and sofa; with certain portraits and smaller articles. But it was evident that the story she had heard still occupied her mind, for presently she came back to the table and stood in front of Elinor. With a slight movement of the head, as if to emphasize her words, she said, impressively, yet with the suggestion of a smile in her half-closed eyes:

“Were I in your place, my child, I should grieve and weep. Yes, I should grieve and weep; but I should enjoy my sorrow. You are still young. You take too much for granted. You are too young to realize the number of women in the world who would gladly exchange their living husbands for such a memory.” She raised her eyebrows, closed her eyes, and murmured, with a long, luxurious sigh: “The heroism! the splendid sacrifice! I tell you, Mademoiselle, no woman lives in vain who inspires in an earthly lover a devotion such as that!”

title: The Pines of Lory/Chapter 15


text:
The Pines of Lory/Chapter 16

ACQES soon appeared. As his knowledge of English was scant, the Princess gave him the story she herself had heard. Great was his horror on learning that when last he came–in September–and left the usual provisions, the Duc de Fontrévault had been in his grave since the previous June.

He asked many questions. Elinor told him everything that could be of interest, and the Princess listened eagerly to these replies. The old servant seemed pleased when Elinor turned to him with a smile and said, in his own language: “So you are the French Fairy. That is what we always called you after finding your letter. Our lives were saved by that unexpected supply of food.”

Then they talked of other matters,–of what things should be carried back to France. And as the strength and energy of the American girl seemed to have gone–owing, perhaps, to a too meagre diet–the Princess insisted upon having her own maid sent up to pack the trunks. Jacques departed on this errand, and to get one or two men. He soon returned with them, and accompanied by the Archbishop. With a half-suspicious interest His Grace studied this young woman, still seated in her usual place by the table, her eyes, with a listless gaze, following the daughter of the house as she opened drawers and cabinets.

His Grace was standing by the big tapestry, between the two busts, his hands behind him.

“Pardon me, my child,” he said with a deep-toned benevolence, calculated to impress the guiltless and to awe the guilty, “but what I find it difficult to understand is why your friends did not look for you. They certainly must have guessed the situation.”

Elinor shook her head gently, as if she also recognized the mystery.

“To what do you attribute this singular indifference to your fate on the part of your family and friends?”

“I cannot guess. I have no idea.”

“It was purely accidental your–your arrival here?”

“Naturally.”

In this reply there was something that smote the Archbishop’s dignity. It seemed verging upon impertinence. Again he scrutinized the faded garments, the sunburned face, the hands somewhat roughened by toil, now folded on the table before her. His perceptions in feminine matters were less acute than those of the Princess. He remembered a young man had been a companion to this girl in this cottage, and during a whole year. It was only natural that the Princess, in treating this person with so much consideration, should be misled by a very tender, romantic heart, and by a Parisian standard of morality too elastic and too easy-going for more orthodox Christians. Into his manner came a suggestion of these thoughts,–his tone was less gracious, a trifle more patronizing. But as the victim supposed this to be his usual bearing, she felt no resentment.

“It was certainly a most unprecedented–one might almost say, incredible–blunder. And in daylight, too.”

She nodded.

“Do I understand that you came here in a steamboat?”

“Yes.”

“And the steamboat, after leaving you and the young man, kept on her course toward Quebec?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember the name of the boat?”

“The Maid of the North.”

“The Maid of the North!”

Elinor took no notice of this exclamation of surprise. In a purely amiable manner she was becoming tired.

“The Maid of the North, did you say?”

“Yes.”

“But, my child, when was that? When were you left here?”

With a sigh of weariness, she replied: “A year ago this month, on the ninth of June.”

“The ninth of June,” he repeated, in a lower tone, more to himself than to her. “Why–then, she was lost between this point and Quebec.”

“Lost?”

And Elinor looked up at him with startled eyes.

“Yes.” Then he added: “But I see that you could not have known it.”

“Do you mean the Maid of the North never reached Quebec?”

“Nothing has been heard of her since the eighth of last June. On that day she was spoken by another steamer near the Magdalen Islands.”

Elinor had risen from her chair, and stood leaning against the table. “That is horrible! horrible! It does not seem possible! What do they think became of her?”

“Nobody knows. There are several theories, but nothing is certain. You are probably the only survivor.”

“But were there no traces of her,–no wreckage, nothing to give a clew?”

“Nothing.”

With drooping head and a hand across her eyes, she murmured: “Poor Louise! And my uncle–and Father Burke!” And she sank back into her chair.

The Archbishop took a step nearer. “Did you know Father Burke?”

“He was a dear friend.”

At this reply the eyebrows of the holy man were elevated. A light broke in upon him. With a manner more sympathetic than heretofore–and less patronizing–he said gently:

“Father Burke was a dear friend of mine, also,–an irreparable loss to the Church and to all who knew him. Is it possible you are the young lady whom he held in such high esteem and affection, and of whom he wrote to me? Were you in his spiritual charge, with thoughts of a convent?”

She nodded.

Into his face came a look of joy. Then, in a voice brimming over with tenderness and paternal sympathy:

“I cannot express my pleasure, my heartfelt gratitude, that you have been spared us. Of your exalted character and of your holy aspirations our dear friend spoke repeatedly. And now, in your hour of affliction, it will be not only the duty, but the joy and privilege of our Holy Church to serve you as counsellor and guide.”

As the girl made no reply, he went on, in a subdued and gently modulated voice:

“At this time more than ever before, you must need the consolation of Religion. Am I not right in believing that you feel a deeper yearning for the closer love and protection of our Heavenly Father, for that security and peace which the outer world can never offer? And too well we know that the outer world is uncharitable and cruel. It might look askance upon this strange adventure. But the arms of Our Mother are ever open. You are always her daughter, and with her there is nothing to forgive. All is love, and faith, and peace.”

To this deeply religious girl, now stricken and weary, whose heart was numbed with grief, whose hope was crushed, these words came as a voice from Heaven. She held forth a hand which the prelate held in both his own.

“God bless you, my child.”

title: The Pines of Lory/Chapter 16


text:
The Pines of Lory/Chapter 17

HEN the Princess realized the somewhat famished condition of her new acquaintance she ordered a tempting lunch from the yacht, and had it served in the cottage: fresh meat, with fruit, vegetables, and cream and butter–new dishes among the Pines of Lory! Of this repast the Archbishop partook with spirit.

“Truly an invigorating air. What an appetite it gives!” And he devoured the viands with a priestly relish, but always with arch-episcopal dignity. The person, however, for whom the meal was served leaned back wearily in her chair, barely tasting the different dishes.

“You will starve, my child,” said the Princess, gently. “Really, you must eat something to keep alive.”

The effort was made, but with little success. And in Elinor’s face her friend divined an over-mastering grief.

The two women, after lunch, strolled out among the pines, toward the bench by the river. It became evident to the Princess, from the manner in which her companion leaned upon her arm, that days of fasting–and of sorrow–had diminished her strength. Upon the rustic bench Elinor sank with a sigh of relief. But into her face came a smile of gratitude as her eyes met those of the little lady who stood before her, and who was looking down with tender sympathy.

To Elinor’s description of how she and Pats found the old gentleman reclining upon this same bench, the Princess gave the closest attention. Every detail was made clear by the narrator, who took the same position at the end of the seat, crossing her knees and leaning a cheek upon one hand, as if asleep. Then the Princess, after asking many questions, took the vacant place beside her and they sat in silence, looking across the river, to the woods beyond. To both women came mournful thoughts, yet with pleasant memories. And soothing to the spirit of each was the murmur of the woods. To Elinor this plaint of the pines was always a consoling friend: a sad but soothing lullaby which now had become a part of her existence. It recalled a year of priceless memories. But these memories of late had become an unbearable pain,–yet a pain to which she clung.

For the Princess, also, there were memories, stirred by these voices overhead, but softened by time. Hers was not the anguish of a recent sorrow.

From these day-dreams, however, she was brusquely awakened. With no word of warning, the girl at her side had sprung to her feet and faced about. Into her face had come a look of unspeakable joy. Her lips were parted in excitement, and a sudden color was in her cheeks.

This transformation from deepest grief to an overpowering ecstasy alarmed her companion. And in Elinor’s eyes there was a feverish eagerness, intense, almost delirious, as she exclaimed:

“You heard it?”

“What?”

“That sound! The notes of a quail!”

The Princess shook her head.

“Oh, yes, you heard it! Don’t say you did not hear it!”

Then, when the Princess, still looking up in vague alarm, gently shook her head a second time, Elinor reached forth a hand imploringly, as it were, and whispered:

“You must have heard it. The whistle of a quail, back there in the woods?”

To the little woman upon the bench these words had no significance, but her sympathy was aroused. That sensitive nerves and an aching heart should succumb, at last, to despair and loneliness and fasting she could readily understand, and she answered, kindly:

“I heard no bird, dear child, but it may be there. Perhaps your hearing is better than mine.”

At this reply all the joy went out of Elinor’s face, leaving a look so spiritless and despairing that her friend, who could only guess at her companion’s thoughts, added:

“Or it may be nothing. You merely dreamed it, perhaps.”

Elinor straightened up. She drew a long breath, and murmured, in a low voice from which all hope had fled:

“Of course! I dreamed it,” and sank wearily into her place upon the bench.

Furtively, but with pity in her face, the Princess regarded the drooping head and closed eyes; then she stood up and placed a hand affectionately upon Elinor’s shoulder.

“I understand your feelings. Rest here until the boat goes.”

Indicating, with a wave of her hand, the big trees towering high above, she added:

“Your last moments with these old friends shall be respected. I am going to the two graves over there, and will return before it is time to start.”

She walked away, into the grove.

Again, among the shadows of these pines, came memories of her childhood, with the feeling of being alone in a vast cathedral. And the fragrance, how she loved it! And she loved this obscurity, always impressive and always solemn, yet filling her soul with a dreamy joy.

In her passage between the columns of this shadowy temple she stopped and turned about for a parting glance at her friend. In the same position, her head upon her hand, Elinor still sat motionless, a picture of patient suffering. For a moment the Princess watched her in silence, then slowly turned about and started once again upon her way. Only a step, however, had she taken when the color fled from her cheeks and she halted with a gasp of terror. Gladly would she have concealed herself behind the nearest tree, but she dared not move.

In the gloom of the forest, scarcely a dozen yards away, a figure was moving silently across her path in the direction of the cottage. Such a figure she had seen in pictures, but never in the flesh. The North American savage she always dreaded as a child; and once, at a French fair, she had seen a wild man. This creature recalled them both. He was brown of color, with disorderly hair and stubby beard, and no covering to his body except strips of cloth, faded and in rags, suspended from one shoulder, held at the waist by a cord, and dangling in tatters about his legs. Bending slightly forward as he walked–or rather glided–among the pines, he was peering eagerly in the direction of the house. Had his gaze been less intent, he would have seen this other figure, the woman watching him in silent terror. Furtively she glanced about the grove to see if other creatures were stealing from tree to tree. But she failed to discover them.

Now the Princess, while fashionable and frivolous, and reprehensible in many ways, was not devoid of courage. And her conscience told her to give warning to her friends. This heroic decision was swiftly made. In making it, however, her cheeks grew paler.

But she was spared the sacrifice. As she drew in her breath for the perilous attempt, she saw the man himself stand still and straighten up. Then, before she could utter the warning,–before her own little mouth was ready,–the shadowy silence of the wood was broken, not by the dreaded warwhoop, but by an imitation, startlingly perfect, of the notes of a quail.

That this was a signal to his followers she had no doubt. But suddenly, while these clear notes were yet in the air, the stillness of the pines was again disturbed by a cry–a cry of joy, intense and uncontrolled–from behind her, toward the river. She turned about. In astonishment she saw the grief-stricken maiden–a moment ago too weak to walk alone–already lifted from the rustic bench as by a heavenly hand, now flying in this direction over the brown carpet of the pines, swift and light of foot, with wings, it seemed. The savage, too, had heard the cry and already he was running toward the approaching figure. And he passed so near the Princess that he would have seen her had he wished.

They met, the wild man and the girl. And the mystified spectator–mystified for a moment only–saw the maiden fling herself upon this denizen of the wood and twine her arms about his neck. And he, with a passionate eagerness, embraced her, then held her at arms’ length, that again he might draw her to him, kissing her hair, mouth, forehead.

From the rapturous confusion of exclamations, of questions interrupted and unanswered, the Princess understood. For a moment she looked on in wonder, fascinated by this astounding miracle. But she soon recovered. With a lump in her throat she began backing away, to escape unobserved. Elinor, through her tears, happened to see the movement and came forward, leading the savage by the hand. With a new light in her eyes, and her voice all a-quiver, she exclaimed:

“This is my Pats!”

The Princess courtesied.

“And, Pats, this is the Princess–the Princess de Champvalliers: our girl of the miniature.”

Pats nodded–for he recognized the eyes with the drooping corners–and he smiled and bowed. And the Princess, as she looked into his face and forgot the wild hair and scrubby beard, the stains, the rags, and the nakedness, met a pair of unusually cheerful, honest eyes, and impulsively held out her hand.

title: The Pines of Lory/Chapter 17