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tion.This was because of the promises he had made to his father, andthey had been the first thing he remembered. Not that he hadever regretted anything connected with his father. He threw hisblack head up as he thought of that. None of the other boys hadsuch a father, not one of them. His father was his idol and hischief. He had scarcely ever seen him when his clothes had notbeen poor and shabby, but he had also never seen him when,despite his worn coat and frayed linen, he had not stood

laugh from without seemed to answer my unasked question in the negative.But as well as the laugh I heard another sound--the tones of a sweet sad voice in despair coming across the room. Oh, alone, alone! is there no human thing near me? No hope--no hope. I shall go mad--or die. The last words were spoken with a gasp. I tried to jump out of bed, but could not stir, my limbs were bound in sleep. The young girl's head fell suddenly back upon the pillow, and the limp-hanging jaw and wide-open,

ed quickly to the door and shook his fist at the departing horseman.Don't you tell Logan that I sent you! he shouted belligerently. The stranger turned in his saddle, grinning cheerfully, and favored his late host with a well-known, two-handed nose signal. Then he slapped the black horse and shot down the street without another backward glance. Pop, arms akimbo, watched him sweep out of sight around a bend. Huh! he snorted. Wonder what yo're doin' down here? Galivantin' around th' country,

cut off from the race of Israel with all the prescribed curses of excommunication upon his head.Spinoza was not present when excommunication was pronounced upon him. He had left Amsterdam to stay with some Collegiant friends on the Ouwerkerk road, for, so one tradition relates, an attempt had been made by one of the over-righteous upon Spinoza's life soon after he became an object of official displeasure. Although Spinoza was, throughout his life, ready to suffer the consequences of his

Rollory, but Rollory is dead and naught can save your city.'And the two spies went back alive to their mountains again, and asthey reached them the first ray of the sun came up red over thedesert behind Merimna and lit Merimna's spires. It was the hourwhen the purple guard were wont to go back into the city with theirtapers pale and their robes a brighter colour, when the coldsentinels came shuffling in from dreaming in the desert; it was thehour when the desert robbers hid themselves away,