FOLLE-FARINE. 21 The light from the burning wood shone redly and fit- fully The sigh and moan of the tossed rushes and of the water-birds, awakened and afraid, came from the outer world on the winds that blew through the desola- tion of the haunted chamber. Gray owls flew in the high roof, taking refuge from the night. Rats hurried, noiseless and eager, over the stones of the floor, seek- ing stray grains that fell through the rafters from the granaries above. She noticed none of these; she never looked up nor around; all she heard was the throb of the dehrious words on the silence, all she saw was the human face in the clouded light through the smoke from the hearth. The glow of the fire shone on the bowed head of Thanatos, the laughing eyes of Pan; Hermes' fair cold derisive face, and the splendor of the Ly kegênès toiling in the ropes that bound him to the mill-stones to grind bread for the mortal appetites and the ineloquent lips of men. But at the gods she barely looked; hei-eyes were bent upon the human form before her. She crouched beside him, half kneeling and half sitting: her clothes were drenched, the fire scorched, the draughts of the air froze her; she had neither eaten nor drunk since the noon of the day; but she had no other remem- brance than of this life which had the beauty of the sun-king and the misery of the beggar. He lay long restless, unconscious, muttering strange sad words, at times of sense, at times of folly, but al- ways, whether lucid or delirious, words of a passionate rebellion against his fate, a despairing lament for the soul in him that would be with the body quenched. After awhile the feverish mutterings of hrs voice were lower and less fréquent; Iris eyes seemed to be- come sensible of the glare of the lire, and to contract and close in a more conscious pain; after a yet longer time he ceased to stir so restlessly, ceased to srgh and shudder, and he grew quite still; his breath came tran- quilly, his head fell back, he sank to a deep sleep. The personal fears, the womanly terrors, which would have assailed creatures at once less savage and less in- nocent never moved her for an instant. That there was any strangeness in her position, any peril ini this solitude, she never dreamed. Her heart, bold with the blood of Taric, could know no physical fear; and her mind at orrce ignorant and visionary, her temper at once fierce and unselfish, kept from her all thought of those suspicions which would fall on her, and chastise an act like hers; suspicions such as would have made a woman less pure and less dauntless tremble at that lonely house, that night of storm, that unknown fate which she had taken into her own hands, unwitting and unheeding, whether good or evil might be the issue To her he was beautiful, he suffered, she had saved him from death, and he was hers: and this was all that she remembered. She dealt with him as she would have done with some forest beast or bird that she should have found frozen in the woods of winter. His head had fallen on her, and she crouched un- wearied in the posture that gave him easiest rest. With a touch so soft that it could not awaken hrm, she stroked the lusterless gold of his hair, and from trme to time felt for the inaudible beating of his heart. Innumerable dreams, shapeless, delicious, swept through her brain,-like the echoes of some music, faint yet unutterably sweet, that half arouses and half soothes some sleeper in a gray drowsy summer dawn For the first time since the. melodies of Phratos had »ied forever from off her ear she was happy. She did not ask wherefore^neither of herself or of the gods did she question whence came this wonder- Ilower of her nameless joy. She only sat quiet, and 1 let the hours drift by, and watched him as fie slept, and was content. So the hours passed. Whilst yet it seemed night still, the silence trembled with the pipe of waking birds, the darkness quivered with the first pale rays of dawn. Over the flood aird the fields the first light broke. From the unseen world behind the mist, faint bells rang in the coming day. He moved in his sleep, and his eyes unclosed, and looked at her face as it hung above him, like some drooped rose that was heavy with the too great sweet- ness of a summer shower. ,.,.,, , It was but the gaze of a moment, and hrs lrds dropped again weighted with the intense weariness of a slumber that held all his senses close in its leaden chains. But the glance, brief though it was, had been conscrous; under it a sudden flush passed over her, a sudden thrrll stirred in her,.as the life stirs in the young trees at the near coming of the spring. For the first time since her birth she became wholly hum in. A sharp terror made her trimble lrke a leaf; she put his head softly from her on the ground, arrd rose, qurv- ering, to her feet. , It was not the gods she fear-id, it was herself. She had never once known t' .at she had beauty, more than the flower knows it blow, rrg on the wind. She had passed through the crowds of fair and market, not knowing why the youths looked after her with cruel eyes all aglow. She had walked through them, indif- ferent and unconscious, thinl .tag that they wanted to hunt 'her down as an unclean beast, and dared not, because her teeth were strong, , y She had taken a vague plewiure in the supple grace of her own form, as she had reen it mirrored in some woodland pool where she had bathed amidst the water- lilies, but it had been only such an instinctive and unstudied pleasure as the flwan takes in seeing her silver breast shine back to her, on the glassy current adown which she sails. Now, as she rose and stood, as the dawn broke, besrde him, on the hearth, and hear'! the birds' first waking notes, that told her the sun was even then touchmg the edge of the veiled world to light, a hot shame smote her, and the womanhood in her yoke. She looked down on herself and saw that her soaked skirts were knotted above her knees, as she had bound them when she had leaped from the boat's side; that her limbs were wet and gar tening with river water, and the moisture f ?om the grasses, and the sand and shmgle of the shore: a-Jd that the linen of her vest, threadbare with age, left her arms bare, and showed through its rents the gl«am of her warm brown skinnnd the curves of her shining shoulders. A sudden horror came upon her, lest he should awake again and see her as she was; wet, miserable, half- clothed, wind-tossed like the rushes, outcast and ashamed. , ... She did not know that she had beauty in her; she did know that even as she was, she had an exquisitely savage grace, as storm-birds have in theirs against the thunder-cloud and the lightning blaee, of their water- world in tempest. She felt a sudden shrinking from all chance of his clearer and more conscious gaze; a sudden shv dread and longing to hide herself under the earth, or take refuge in the depth of the waters, rather than meet those eyes to which she had given back the light of life cast on her in abhorrence and in scorn—and that he could have any other look, for her, she had no thought. She had been an outcast among an alien people too long to dream that any human love could ever fall on her. She had been too long cursed by every tongue, to dream that any human voice could ever arise in honor or in welcome to a thing so despised and crimi- nal as she. For the gift which she had given this man, too, would curse her—that she had known when she had offered it. She drew her rude garments closer, and stole away with velvet footfall, through the twilight of the dawn; her head hung down, and her face was flushed as with some great guilt. With the rising of the day, all her new joy was ban- ished. ,, , i , With the waking of the world, all her dreams shrank back into secrecy and shame. The mere timid song of the linnet in the leafless bushes seemed sharp on her ear, calling^n her to rise and go forth to her work, as the creature of tori, ot exile, of namelessness, and of despair, that men had made her. At the casement, she turned and cast one long but lingering glance upon him where he slept; then once more she launched herself into the dusky and watery mists of the cold dawn. She had made no more sound in her passing than a bird makes in her flight. The sleeper never stirred, but dreamed on motion- less, in the darkness and the silence, and the drowsy warmth. . „ , ,. , He dreamed, indeed, of a woman's form half bare, golden of hue like a fruit of the south, blue veined and flushed to changing rose heats, like an opal's fire; with limbs strong and yet slender, gleaming wet with water, and brown arched feet all shining with silvery sands; with mystical eyes, black as nightand amorous-lidded, and a mouth like the half-closed bud of a flower, which sighing seemed to breathe upon him all the fragrance of dim cedar woods shrouded in summer rams, of honey-weighted heather blown by moorland winds, of almond blossoms tossed like snow against a purple sea; of all things air-born, sun-fed, fair and free. But he saw these only as in a dream ; and, as a dream, when he awakened they had passed. Though still dark from heavy clouds, the dawn grew into morning as she went noiselessly away over the gray sands, the wet shore-paths, the sighing rushes. Tire river-meadows were all flooded, and on the oppo- site banks the road was impassable; but on her side she could still find footing, for the ground there had a steeper rise, and the swollen tide had not reached m any public roadway too high for her to wade, or draw herself by the half-merged bushes, through it on the homeward tracks to Yprès. .• The low sun was hidden in a veil of water. Ihe old convent bells of all the country-side sang through the mists The day was still young; but the life ot the sou and the stream was waking as the birds were Boats went down the current, bearing a sad freightage ot sheep drowned in the night, and of ruined peasants, whose little wealth of stack and henhouse had been swept down by the unlooked-for tide. From the distant banks the vorces of women came muffled through the fog, weeping and wailing for some lost lamb, choked by the water in its fold, or some pretty breadth of garden just fragrant With snowdrops and with violets, that had been laid desolate and washed ^'hr'ough the clouds of vapor that curled in a dense opaque smoke from the wet earth, there loomed the dusky shape of oxen, their belled horns sending forth a pleasant music from the gloom. On the air there was a sweet, damp odor from soaked grasses and up- turned sods, from the breath of the herds lowing hock deep in water, from the green knots of broken primrose roots sailing by on the brown, rough river A dying bush of gray lavender swept by on the stream; it had the fresh molds of its lost garden-home still about it, and in its stems a robin had built her little nest; the nest streamed in tatters and rum on the wind, the robin flew above the wreck, fluttering and uttering shrill notes of woe. Folle-Farine saw nothing. - She held on her way blindly, mutely, mechanically, by sheer force of long habit. Her mind was in a trance; she was insensible of pain or cold, of hunger or fever, of time or place. , , . ... . - Yet she went straight home, as the horse being Winded will do, to the place where its patience and fealty have never been recompensed with any other thing than IT'she had groped her way through the gloom of the night, and found it, though the hght of the îoad- side Christ had been turned from her, so in the same blind manner she had groaped her way to her own conceptions of honesty and duty. She hated the bitter and cruel old man, with a passion fierce and endui ing that nothing could have changed; yet all the same she served him faithfully. This was an untamed animal Once when she had lost an osier basket, not an hun- dredth part the cost of this vessel, he had beaten her till every bone in her frame had seemed broken for many a week. But she looked up quietly there among the dripping bushes and the cheerless grassy ways. That she never told a lie he above in the loft knew by- long proof ; but this was in his sight only on a piece with the strength born in her from the devil; the devil had in all ages told so many truths^ to the confusion of the saints God. " Drifted where?" " I do not know—on the face of the flood—with the tide." "You had left it loose." , . " I got out to push it off the sand. It had grounded. I forgot it. It went aJ.rift. " " What foul thing were you at meanwhile?" She was silent. " If you do not say, I will cut your heart out with a hundred stripes!" " You can." "lean! You shall know truly that I can. Go, get the boat—find it above or below water—or to the town prison you go as a thief." The words smote her with a sudden pang. For the first time her courage failed her. She turned and went in silence at his bidding. In the wet daybreak, through the swollen pools and the soaked thickets, she searched for the lost vessel; knowing'well that it would be scarcely less than a mir- acle which could restore it to her; and that the God upon the cross worked no miracles for her- a child of sin. ... For several hours she searched; hungry, drenched with water, ready to drop with exhaustion, as she was used to see the overdriven cattle sink upon the road. She passed many peasants; women on their mules, men in their barges, children searching for such flotsam and jetsam as might have been flung upon the land from the little flooded gardens and the few riverside cabins that had been invaded in the night. She asked tidings of the missing treasure from none of these. What she could not do for herself, it never occurred to her that others could do for her. It was an ignorance that was strength. At length, to her amaae, she found it; saved for her by the branches of a young tree which being blown down had fallen into the stream, and had caught the boat hard and fast as in a net. . ... .. ., At peril to her life, she dislodged it, with infinite labor, from tbe entanglement of the boughs; and at scarce less peril, rowed on her homeward way upon the swollen force of the turbid river; full against the tide which again was flowing inland, from the sea that beat the bar, away to the northward, in the full sunrise. It was far on in the forenoon as she drew near the orchards of Yprès, brown in their leaflessness, and with gray lichens blowing from their boughs, like hoary beards of trembling paupers shaking in the icy breaths of charity. • , ... She saw that Claudis Flamma was at work amidst his trees, pruning and delving in the red and dully asiie went up the winding stain, planks green and slippery with wet river weeds, which lea straight through the apple orchands to the mill. "I have found the boat," she said, standing before him ; her voice was faint and very tired, her whole body drooped with fatigue, her head for once was bowed. He turned with his billhook in his hand. There was a leap of gladness at his heart; the miser's gladness over recovered treasure; but he»showed such weakness neither in his eye nor words. " It is well for you that you have," said he with bitter meaning. " I will spare you half the stripes—strip. Without a word of remonstrance, standing before him in the gray shadow of the lichens, and the red mists of the morning, she pushed the rough garments from her breast and shoulders, and vanquishing her weakness, drew herself erect to receive the familiar chastisement. , .. "lam guilty—this time," she said to herself as the lash fell—she was thinking of her theft. CHAPTER IV. A score of years before, in a valley of the far north, a group of eager and silent listeners stood gathered about one man, who spoke aloud with fervent and rap- sei veu niiii laiwimuj. ....j ....... —------- indeed, that he had yoked to his plowshare; but she did her work loyally and doggedly ; and whenever she had shaken her neck free of the yoke, she returned and did her work had shaken hex neeiv . thrust her head through it again, whether he scourged Ler back^ to it or not. It was strong upon vague instinct ru ner iv wvix. vw. ..... --©--- grudged shelter which she recerved, and not to bo beholden for it for one single hour to any charity. The mill was at work in the twilight when she reached Claudis Flamma screamed at her from the open door of the loft, where he was weighing corn for the grind- to it or not. „ , ... , . , . partially from the force of habit which is upon all creatures; it was partially from a vague instinct in her to work out her right to the be- ing, her. You have been away all night long," he cried to She was silent; standing below in the wet garden He cast a foul word ather, new upon his lips. She was silent all the same ; her arms crossed on her br east, he"Whedre1stheb6at?-thatis worth more than your body. And soul you have none." She raised her head and looked upward. ShehS£ht Zt2ty likely, he would kill herforit. turous oratory. It was in the green Norwegian spring, when the silence of the winter world had given way to a, million sounds of waking life from budding leaves, and nesting birds, and melting torrents, and warm winds fanning the tender primrose into being, and wooing the red alpine rose to blossom. -, The little valley was peopled by a hardy race ot herdsmen and of fishers; men who kept their goat- flocks on the steep sides of the mountains or wen* down to the deep waters in search of a scanty subsist- ence. But they were a people simple, noble, grave, even in a manner heroic and poetic, a people nurtured on the old grand songs of a mighty past, .and holding a pure faith in the traditions of a great sea-sovereignty^ They listened, breathless, to the man who addressed them, raised on a tribune of rough rock, and feeingthe ocean, where it stretched at the northward.endof the vale; aman peasant-born himself, but g>fted?wtha native eloquence, half-poet, half-preacher; fanatic and enthusiast; onewhoheld.it as his errand to go to and fro the land, raising his voice against the powers of the world and of wealth, and who spoke against these with a fervor and force which, to the unlearned and topre^oIablmXtudes that heard him, seemed the ^helatt^l^a^h^anddr^i^ iSe^dfeslarïw^ro^al»^» human ?ifo, a madness, innocent, and in its way beautr- "MwSSS ISS**» to. carry the message of grace to the nations; and to raise his voice up against those passions whose fury had never assailed hnn, and agatastthose riches whose sweetness he had never t-rsted So. he had wandered from crty to city, from vfllage to village; mocked in some places, revered m o lS, protesting always against the dominion of wealth, and speaking with a strange pathos and poetry which thrilleâ the hearts of his listeners, and had almost in it, at times, the menace and the mystery of a prophet's upbraiding. .. . j,M' Im He lived very poorly; he was gentle as a child, be was a cripple and very feeble; Be drank at the way- side rills with the dogs; he lay down on the open Adda with the cattle; yet he had a power in him that had Its Tway over the people, and held tlie Booffers a*i the