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;ious paintings. The peculiar realism which seemed to impress the Latin mind only revolted them, and the image of the Savior upon the cross, the blood trickling from the crown of thorns and from the wound in His side, only made them turn away i'll disgust. The strange trescoing over the altar, too, did not impress them; they laughed at the four and-twenty elders seated around the Great White Throne, with "Sancto, Sanc- to, Sancto, coming from their mouths, while the monkish artists attempt 70 represent the Deity shocked them. Then they went into the college, and saw the laboratory, and philosophical apparatus, with its strange electrical machines, globes aud what not. From there to the library, where Father Au- gustine showed them the quaint old books from which dead and gone monks aad chanted vesper and matin song. Huge volumes were they, of parchment leaf and leathern cover, with giant clasp and hinge; odd looking notes in red and black, squatty and square Qor they were Gregorian), climbed over curious staff-lines. The girls tried to make out the words, but the lettering was strange to them, and, had it not been so. the language would have been. So Father Augustine read out some of the lines, the Latin sounding less harsh in the mellow Italian way than they had thought. And then they looked at the shelves, where imposing tonnes held between their covers the writings of the early fathers of the church-those early iathers who were so early that they have had to father all later creeds. Many were the strange characters, many the tongues in which these books were written.
 "And can you read all those dreadful languages, father?" asked Miss Bella.
 "No, not all, he replied, "but many; md Brother Anselm, who is the libra rian, can read them all"
 "Can he read that, father? ?" said Car rie Runner, with wide open eyes, turn ing over curious looking volume.
 " Yes, my daughter" ," said the monk, smiling, "that is only Hebrew. Even 1 can read that"
 The library exhausted, Father Augus- tine asked them if they would like to tscend to the observatory, where there WAS fine view If the surrounding valley. Miss Bella was the first to speak:
 "Oh, girls, said she, "Tm tired. ,lon't think care to go. But, since the father has been so kind, some of you go."
 But the other girls were tired, too. And so Miss Bella, with an appearance )f great self-abnegation, declared that ,he would go, although Father Angus :ine politely protested that the climb vas fatiguing, and, if tired, she should not attempt it. But opposition only made her more determined. so they went together.
 "Oh, what lovely viewl" cried Miss Bella, as they gazed oveT the fertile valley. "Oh, father, I'm ever so much obliged to you for inducing me to come.
 "It is indeed well worth the trouble, '' replied the priest.
 Father" said Miss Bella, fixing her brown eyes upon him, "what is the reason you say my daughter to Miss Burner, and not to the rest of us ?"
 Because, replied the priest, grave ly, "she is Catholic, and the others are heretics.'
 How do you know she is Cath olic?"
 "Because she bowed to the Host when in the church, which none of the others did,
 "So am heretic, too, suppose ? said Miss Bella, with a pretty pout.
 "Yes," said the priest, calmly.
 "Am I so dreadful, then?" said the girl, archly.
 "No," he replied, flushing slightly but-that is
 Ah, wicked Bellal you have pierced the priestly armor:
 "Come, father" said she, coaxingly "call me daughter too. feel as i I were leper or something. Ugh!' And she shivered, and then laughed merrily.
 "Very well, my daughter" said tn priest.
 Miss Bella was as pleased as is vic torious General. But she was not con tent. She leaned out from the window and, as she did 80, she dropped glov upon the foor When she turned tn | glove was gone.
 Miss Bella could have hugged herself
 But all things have an end, and s had the tete-a-tete in the tower. Bella a last descended, and, as usual, found he companions cross through waiting. and as usual, subdued them. And so the badefarewell to Father Augustine, thank ing him for his courtesy, and crossed tn campus to the carriage. And when the reached it, wicked Bella could no longe conceal her story, but told with grea glee how she had made an impressio upon the heart of Father Augustine. am afraid she used slangy word i speaking of it.
 Carrie Burner was horror-stricken.
 "Bella Chester" said she, "I don believe a word of it. Do you mean t tell me that he, priest, would keepon of your gloves
 "Priests are only men," said Bells defantly.
 "Well, I don't care" said Carrie, c don't believe 1t, so there
 And the girls climbed into the rocl away, which stood near the old church the view of the college was thus intel cepted.
 John had listened meanwhile wit much interest. He believed Bella. u privately believed that she could capt vate any man, if she set her mind on i And as he took fresh chew of tobacc, and prepared to start, he indulge in much quiet mirth at the priests e1 pense.
 Suddenly & black-robed figure al peared around the corner of the churcl Bella's heart went down into her dimil utive boots.
 It was Father Augustine.
 "I wonder if he heard us!" she sa to herself.
 The monk motioned to John to stol He advanced to the side of the ca riage.
 "One of the servants, said he. blan
 ly, dofing his angular cap, "has iu come down from the observatory, whe
 he found glove. It was probably le
 by the young lady who was there wi
 me. Which was the lady ?"
 Carrie Burners eyes sparkled mali | iOusly. She nOinted to Bella.