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fore by no means timid sisterliness, Helen Tal- | strings of slaver hung dangling from the serrated fourd said to me,

edges of his lips in a very ugly manner. And “I am strong, may I offer you my arm to like a man who is at his highest pitch of anger lean upon, Mr. Remy? That is, if you would he did not give tongue at all, but every now and like to go up to the house now.” And the then uttered a short spasmodic “ugh!" which young girl looked at me with a frank eye full of expressed the tug it gave him to hold his mad kind pity, which not even the basest slave of heart in. He had what the prize-fighters call mere etiquette would have dared to call unwo-“ business" in his eye at this moment, and I manly boldness. With equal frankness I took prayed Heaven silently that the fool who held the arm which she bent to receive my hand, him might not let him go. thanking her, as seemed best, entirely as if it Helen Talfourd caught sight of the group at were a matter of course, and trying to lean as the same time with myself, and cried out, in unlightly as possible upon its delicate soft curve. disguised terror,

As I have said, it was only a very few steps “Oh, look at those dreadful men! They are from the gymnasium to the house; but it was making the dogs fight!" my first effort to-day, and I felt quite faint. Yes, the rascals! Michael, what are you The talk in the bath-room had tired me. Dress- doing there, Sir? How dare you !" ing had tired me. Finally, the walk to the “Oh, don't speak to him-don't speak to him, gymnasium and the hard seat there, as well as Mr. Remy-it always makes men worse! Let's the conversation with Miss Talfourd and its ac- hurry into the house as fast as we can go." companying excitement, had finished the busi- When I called to Michael the backer of the ness for me. I could not help taking a great dubious dog slunk away. Podge followed him, deal of support from my fair substitute for the with an appearance caricaturing his master's Irishman. She looked around at me with some tail slowed and ears close. But Michael, with concern and asked, “Dear me! Do you feel all the matchless effrontery for which he was celevery faint, Mr. Remy?” at the same time brac- brated, and to show that he was not all taken ing herself to be more assistance to me. aback at being caught in those mere amiable

“No, not very," I replied, in a tone that car- weaknesses of lying and idling, turned squaro ried the denial of the words. At the same time around toward Helen Talfourd and myself, ToI beheld, about twenty rods in front of us, past bin in front of him, and addressed us familiarly the house, and in the large court-yard that ex- with, tended on each side of it and beyond, a sight "An' isn't this yer quiet, dacent little darlint which might have made a sicker man than I to be a pet for a family o'childer ?" provoked, and one not quite so sick demonstra- And just then the catastrophe I had prayed tive of that emotion.

against came. He was too saucy. His over. There was my big Dublin Irishman—who was impudence made his hold on the dog's collarcertainly coming back within the next quarter strap too loose--it slipped, and almost before of an hour-amusing himself as unconcernedly Miss Talfourd and I could realize what had hapas if there had been no such person in the world pened, the raving beast was rushing straight at as Paul Remy, Esquire-nothing, in fine, con- us, thinking that we were the victims indicated nected with that person save an elegant sinecure by the facing us of the fool that had held him! held by Mr. Michael Dobry, and paying a hand- I felt all the old strength that I ever had pos. some income in small change, second-hand coats, sessed coming back to me, in an instant. I felt vests, and so forth.

also at an advantage from my mind having been He and another of the water-cure servants cleared by the typhus. I drew my arm out of were extemporizing a dog-fight. Michael's ani- Miss Talfourd's, and whirled her around behind mal was Tobin, the fiercest and ugliest of all the me. “Hold tight to my waist," said I. She bull-dog kind, and usually kept tightly chained obeyed, clinging there cold, white, and motionat the stable, which it was his duty to watch when less as death. All this might have taken two the hostlers were not attending to their business. seconds. One more was occupied with this The other servant had procured a mangy and thought and its resulting action. The dog, I melancholy-tailed cur, of some nameless hybrid considered, will spring at the foremost object species, whose great virtue was discretion, and which looks menacing. If I hold out my fist who was preserving an armed neutrality on his and shake it quickly up and down he will make own basis in spite of all the efforts of both men for that on his first leap. I advanced my right to awake his soul to victory. This creature foot a trifling distance, leaned down a little, addressed as Podge—would doubtless have run and began brandishing my right fist, as per proaway but that his backer held his collar firmly. gramme. Helen Talfourd never uttered a cry Tobin, on the other hand, seemed to possess in- or hampered me but just clung as I told her, ternal rage enough to have devoured his antago-giving me the free use of my arms and bending nist at one mouthful, had not Michael restrained over with my inclination while my body covered him in a similar way. I did not like the dog's her. look. That foolish Dublin had fevered him by The next moment and the dog, as expected, hissing him on and then drawing him back, un- made a mad plunge at my fist. I was steady til his eyes glowed with a white light from and cool of nerve as I had ever been in a ballwhich all dog-reason had departed, and the snowy room. I let his jaws come down toward my knuckles for what seemed in that strange cool- | as soon as possible by saying that I neither died ness quite a perceptible extent of time. And nor experienced any serious pull-back from the then, quick as lightning, dodged my fist under effect of my excitement. his throat, knocked up his chin, and had him by The affair with the dog I believe to have been the collar.

providential physically as well as spiritually. “Miss Talfourd," said I, "you are perfectly My very proud and sensitive nature could never safe now; you can let go of me and go into the have brooked being pitied by any woman whose house without the slightest danger."

opinion was worth a straw, with that gently conMiss Talfourd loosed her hold, but did not go temptuous pity which I saw, or seemed to sec, into the house. Silent and trembling, she stood accorded to me when I first returned to congazing at me, as if she saw a strange, different, sciousness. Had I continued to be regarded in unusual, and not on the average contemptible that way I believe my recovery would have been or pitiable Paul Remy in a dream. Meanwhile much retarded, if not entirely prevented, by I pressed the villainous Tobin's head upon the sheer mental depression. On my return the sod, put my left hand as firmly into his collar second time into the world of conscious life I as my right was, withdrew that latter, and with found altogether a different reception. Not as it fumbled in my waistcoat-pocket for my knife. the captive, led in the rear of Dr. Susan, and Finding that weapon, I opened the stoutest blade swelling the procession of a hydropathic victory, with my teeth, and made ready to put all panta- did I return, but myself the hero of the ovation, loons, weak nerves, and every other frailty what- marching in the van. soever, out of danger from Tobin forever more. No man could have desired a more delicious One quick, resolute gash across the throat would far niente than I was fairly forced into by the have effected it; and I hated the vile beast new-sprung host of my lady-admirers at Beechenough not to have the slightest compunctions. Wold. The dog-story-told by Helen Talfourd

But Helen Talfourd saved him. Laying her with all that eloquence which flowed from her hand pleadingly on my arm, she spoke for the large bumps of language and veneration-raised first time:

up for me, by the time that camphor and rub“Please wait one minute, Mr. Remy; don't bing had brought me to, a host of devotees whom kill the dog, please."

Guadama the Elephant-Headed might have en"I will not kill him if you ask his life; but vied. They set me upon cushions; they bathed he is a very dangerous animal indeed, and may my brow with every scent which Lubin knows, kill somebody yet. It would look like boasting or the toilet of civilization possesses, each good for us to say that but for our coolness he would and worshipful woman bringing from her treashave killed us to day; but I don't know that the ury the liquid incense which was her favorite, truth is any otherwise."

to pour it out lavishly upon my locks. There Helen. “Oh, thank you! Give him to Mi- was contention to settle who should hold the chael-if it's necessary let some of the men kill vinaigrette under my nose ; fifty sweet voices him—but I can't bear to see you do it." asked at once only to be told what to do, and it

1. “Yes, you pity my poor weak nerves, I should be done instantly. suppose."

Omnes. “How are you now?"

6 How do Helen. “No, that's not it at all! But the you feel ?” “Are you better ?” “Can I do any man that could save us from Tobin, as you did, thing for you ?” “Sha'n't I shut the blinds ?” can afford to spare him when he's conquered. “Sha'n't I open the blinds?", "Sha'n't I put It looks consistent not to kill him; it seems like the sash down?” "Sha'n't I throw the sash the rest of a brave, noble character. Oh, do up?" “Shall I go for Doctor Laurence ?" you understand me?"

“Wouldn't you like to have us read to you?” And Helen once more realized her enthusi- “Wouldn't you like to have all this noise asm and became silent, her cheeks wearing a stopped ?" most maidenly rose-color. Michael at that mo- “I thank you all very much. I'm betterInent came up to me. "Take the dog," I said, very well indeed a little weak, that's all. Please faintly; and then, the moment I saw the Irish- give me a glass of water.” man's stout hand knit into Tobin's collar, my At this request there was almost a simultaneown clutch relaxed; the horizon courtesied back- ous rush of every body to the door. In a body ward; Helen Talfourd, earth, sky, all created they were all going out to the spring to get me things, flickered up and down, and then went fifty tumblers-full. But at the door they met out. “Dead away!” said Michael; but I did an obstruction. For as they opened it, or rathnot hear it.

er as it was opened upon them, lo! Helen Tal

fourd bearing in her hand that for which they IV.-IN WHICH THE REMY STOCK GOES UP.

were in quest. And behind her towered the tall I am not going to dishearten you, good read-form of Dr. Susan. The ladies all hovered back er, by taking you through a relapse. One good to the spot where I lay. Helen Talfourd put the course of fever is enough to test the fidelity of water to my lips-a dozen hands raised my head any man's admirers, and I am not selfish enough up on the cushion-I drank-was refreshedto carry you through another. At the end of and then, in a stately and commanding tone : the last chapter I had fainted—and that was, of Dr. Susan. “It is better that Mr. Remy should course, a painful shock to you. I relieve you have quiet now. If he does not this excitement


will do him great ill. Mrs. Hall, you are hurt- question had given offense—though there was no ing yourself by overmuch exertion; your con- pique meant in my answer—and directly she begestion will return unless you go and lie down. gan combing back my locks with her fingers Miss Pritchard, even in kindness the voice of a again, all the more tenderly than before. laryngitis patient should not be raised so high. The effect of Doctor Susan on me was very reThe dinner-bell will ring in twenty minutes, markable. I can not tell, at this distance from and I suppose you would all prefer to be ready. the circumstances, whether it was because I was I will do all that is necessary for Mr. Remy, very weak, or would have felt so in any condition with the assistance of the servants."

physically, but I lay perfectly passive to her look I should have felt somewhat nettled, I own, and touch, and felt unutterable things in having at the imperative manner of Doctor Susan had her gaze at me. Had it been possible for her to she been addressing herself to me, and it was be that terrible perversion of God's gift of wocvident that a few of the more positive spirits manhood—a flirt—she would have been a very among the ladies very little relished the style in dangerous one; but she did not err either on which they were spoken to, but so accustomed the side of vengeful retaliation upon virile indo water-cure patients get to being ordered about constancy or petty-minded good-for-nothingness, as if they were children, and so stultifying upon one of which is necessary before a woman can many constitutions is the effect of so much wa- be the sinner or the fool which a flirt is. ter application, that very little resistance is ever No, even on the settee with my weak hand made to commands spoken in a firm tone; and grasped in her nervous, life-throbbing one-with in the present instance the ladies one by one her earnest look holding mine with what seemed dropped away from my side and out of the door, a grasp as tangible, I did not change the opinion leaving me alone on the settee in the office with I have elsewhere expressed that she was not Dr. Susan. I was provoked—though both re- beautiful. An enslaving power, not a beauty, serve and sickness prevented me from showing was that which she possessed; but for the time it-at the way she had broken up myovation, and being, man as I was, she possessed me utterly. offered no remark of any kind. Doctor Susan I think it must have been only because I was broke the silence in a voice so unlike her usual very feeble--for women seemed to own her sway tone that I opened my eyes, which had been almost equally with myself—and probably her quietly shut, with astonishment. In the most influence over me increased with th musically gentle, womanly tone she said to me: blance of my physical condition to that of wo

“Ah, my obstinate patient! Is it for this manly weakness. And I sometimes have a great that I have nursed you up from the bed of death mind to believe of her, as of all the few such --that I have watched you day and night for two women that there be, that she was a masculine weeks—that you should go off and get into dog- soul-run by a freak into the feminine mouldfights the moment you can leave your room ?” and that when she dies she will become a strongSo speaking, she put out her hand half-timidly, winged man-angel, not a golden-voiced woman half-boldly, and caressingly taking my own wan one-finding at last her right place in the array fingers into it, she looked with a playful rebuke of Being. out of her great, strange blue-gray eyes. I ceased As she stroked my forehead she kept up that to be provoked at her for some reason or other. low, Zauberflöte music of her voice. Still holding

my hand in hers, with the one Dr. Susan. “I scold you for having tired at liberty she stroked away my essence-dampen- yourself out, to be sure; but don't take that to ed hair from my forehead-not with a graceful heart. You are brave enough to bear a little ease, as if she had often done so before and scolding." were accomplished at it by use, but with a ten- 1. “Braver men than I have run away from der unreadiness which was far more fascinating, scolding women. We others, the brave ones, because it seemed to say, "These fingers are not are very much afraid of you, considering how so kind every day.” And I recollect saying to we call you the weaker sex." myself, “I wonder whether she ever does this Dr. Susan. “Well, I must try and not be for Rev. Sylverie Beames. He says she's a very terrible, considering how much I owe you blessed woman!"

for saving the life of my friend, little Helen. “Bah!” said Doctor Susan, wiping her fin- You did bravely, Mr. Remy! Only don't fight gers on her pocket handkerchief with a slight dogs every day, but keep out of their reach till shrug of the shoulders—"how these women do you get strong enough to-run away from them. deluge themselves and other people with out- And now I must give you your medicine. Here, landish smells! What is all this they've been take these six pellets of veratrum; and—are you sticking on your head ?"

going into the dining-room with the rest? Ah, · I informed Doctor Susan that if she was able indeed! It is your first meal down stairs then. to track the individuality of an odor through all Are you sure you feel strong enough-perfectly the labyrinth of bergamot, rose, musk, jargo- surc? Well, I will send you a bowl of matton nelle, and fifty other named and nameless things broth from my end of the table then. There combined, I would christen it for her when she goes the bell; excuse me, as I have to visit Mrs. brought it out at the other end. Till then I Burnie before dinner. I'll send a servant to begged to be excused.

you. Be careful-don't over-talk or over-listen She seemed to think that her exclamation and i-and, for the present, good-morning!"

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So saying, she laid my hand down as tender- “Divil fly away wid thim! An' how could ly as if it had been a child's, arose with a calm, they tell but it might have spilt ?” professional dignity, and strode out of the room “It did spill, you goose! It dribbled out like an Amazon queen.

slowly all the way up hill, and the boys followed Michael came to take me to dinner. Said I, behind-at safe distance. When the man who “ Michael !"

had the bad habit of swearing came to the top of “Yis, yer honor!” promptly returned the the hill, he looked around of a sudden and saw villain.

an empty wagon, with a trail of ashes about “ There was once a man—"

half a mile long behind it. Then the boys said “And was there, sure?”

it was coming, and cocked their ears up for it. “Hold your tongue till I say 'Speak.' There What do ye think it was he did say ?” was, as I began to tell you, once a man. He “ Tare an' ages! Hivin only knows, mehad a dreadful habit of swearing. This used to self doesn't." amuse the bad boys in the neighborhood very " He looked first at the wagon, then at the much indeed,"

streak of ashes, then at the bad boys. Finally, “Bad loock to the nagers! and thim knowin' says he, very solemnly, ‘Boys, I can't do justice it wasn't good for his sowl!”

to that. Get up, Dobbin!' I don't swear at “Keep still, beast! These bad boys one day you this morning. Do you understand the thought it would be great fun to hear him rip reason why ?” out all sorts of strange, original oaths. So, as “Be all that's howly, Misther Remy, an' it's he was driving up a long hill, with a heavy load not me that was to blame! but it was all that of ashes behind him—"

blaguard new carriage-grease that got onto the "And was his ould woman afther makin' sthrap, and made it slip jist. If ye don't besoap? Oh, I suppose so—av coorse.

lave me, ye can-" “Never mind what it was for. The wicked “ Never mind—don't let it happen again; or boys stole behind his wagon and quietly drew I may do justice to it that time. You may help the tail-board out."

me in to dinner."




IFT the helmet from my brows;

I scarce can breathe in this steel house-
I scarce can breathe, who, but a brief while since,
Clove to the midriff the most valiant prince
And basest Englishman that ever went
Singing, heart-sure, to tournament.
Raise me a little, ye good knights. I bleed !
Raise me, and listen : at my sorest need
I think of Lady Lillian. By this cross
Swear that thou tell her: tell her I have slain
Cuthbert of Avalon and half his train
Sir John Bonne Lance and Montague le Grosse.

“It does me please to see him lying there,
With his white favors trampled in the dust.
His plume no more shall take the morning air:
In his old tower shall his armor rust.
And though worms eat me, I am great this day,
In that I slew him in such knightly way:
Cuthbert, who wrought the Lady Agnes wrong,
My sister, in the happy summers fled.
Oh, I have watched, and watched, and waited long-
And now the dead hath gone to wed the dead!

I came upon him in this little wood-
Him and four stalwart men-at-arms. The blood
Leapt to my heart with joy when I did see

The hateful shield that bears the fleur-de-lis,
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And the gold Scorpion writhing on his crest ;
And straight I rode at him and his four men,
Striking as if my single arm were ten;,
And two went flying, dastards ! to the west,
And two will never couch a spear again;
No more shall I! There stood we, helm to helm,
Alone, save the red oriole swinging from yon elm
Looked down on us. Then mad Prince Cuthbert hurled
His spikéd mace at me: right sure it came,
And all the vivid colors of the world
Danced in my helmet: like a purple flame
I saw his sword flash; saw the Scorpion writhe,
Accursed, in the sunshine, fierce and lithe-
There seemed a thousand scorpions, by this cross !
As he bore down on me in his wild wrath,
Beating a fire from out the very moss.
Jesu! he came; but I blocked not his path,
But spurred aside, and, as he passed me, smote
Down through the Scorpion, through his lying throat.

“What else I know not. Presently I knew The sky stretched over me, serene and blue, And then ye came.

But I am hurt to death.
Yet great at heart; for I am that Sir Guy
Who ever lightly held this mortal breath
In a just service. Certes, all must die-
This one to-day, and that tomorrow. Though
I fain would see the almond-blossoms blow
About the marble palace where she dwells,
And Lillian, with her stately damosels,
Walking the leafy Pleasaunce—not the less
Do I deem death a special happiness.

“There's an old church in Brittany, wherein I used to lounge among the carven aisles ; There knights in marble, white and without sin, Take great content. A Saint Cecilia smiles From a vast painted window, and the blooms Of painted roses fall on those still tombs, And shadowy lilies. Nothing evil comes Into that place. Whoever lieth there Is shut from heartache. Even the sweet moan Of the sad organ brings no sense of care To those most tranquil sleepers lapped in stone. And oft I longed to lay me down and rest, My hands, like theirs, laid cross-wise on my breast, But dared not, seeing Cuthbert still unslain. This day my shield is washed of its foul stain; And oh! good knights, when I nor speak nor move, Bear me unto that chapel, for God's love !"

So spoke Sir Guy. When he nor moved nor spoke,
They wrapped him decently in his long cloak,
And bore him on their lances.

To this day,
In that old church, at Pentecost there come
Young girls with violets, and sprays of bloom,
And solemn cypress-leaf, to dress the tomb
And statue of Sir Guy of Brittany.

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