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motioniess on his arm. And suddenl,
a thought shook him.
1T a not bel" he gasped.

motioniess on his arm. And suddenly
a thought shook him.
1T can not bel" he gasped.
And Alike lifted her face. and the
exaggerated black lashes lifted, and
the blue glance lifted and rested on
Pietro's black hair bent down where
the light shone on the silver lines
through it. Up flashed her hand i'm
puls1vely. gently-as Alike did things,
and touched the thick lock with an
INFINITELY delicate caress. your hair
lis all turning gray" she whispered
IN w quick breaths. n at that, in
some occult fashion Pietro knew.
IL makes little difference of what
wood the match is made which sets
IRE to the mine: 1t makes little differ
ence what words are spoken when
mat tale is telling. Anything says it.
AZ d certain momen a nan might re-
marx that grass was green, and a
woman might answer that it appeared
PINK to her-and it would be love-
making. The voice and the look and
the very atmosphere about would do
lhe work; words are a detail. So does
the soul ut-fly it's slow vehicle of
speech When the rushing mighty wind
OF such a feeling lifts and speeds it.
LIeero knew; for all his self-distrust
ne areW her into his arms and held
Her Wlthout one shadow of doubt that
she loved him and belonged to him.
for moments they had no need of
tnal makeshift, language; the great
mousse was very quiet, and one heard
the horses stamping in the paved
court yard and the grooms singing. and
yet one did not hear it. Distant sounds
s SanIe from the village. but one only
hheW mat long after, in remembering
ina morning. All they knew was that
me ghost of a lifelong affection Of
prother n sister stood before then,
changed by a miracle to a shining
hse into whose face. for these first
s1om, they dared not look. Then
b b%and ~eAaulsltely, courage came and,
other astonished. glad. 1t was Pietrn
ahu alike still. the ancient play-fel-
lows the childhood FRIENDSHIP Tho
gear familiarity was there vet
and no longer We're they brother
49, 49, SISTER. And then, after a while
hidden. Ao'es oi ehlngs
When did o begin-to like me-
this "a Pietro?" o--
Il don't KNOW" answered p;e+ro
supply Does it mak any differ
"A great deal" Alike insisted. tits
But this isn't history" said Pietro
charge. Last year," ufe
Last year-what?" Pietro asked. be
mac already forgotten the question "Ob
That L began to-Mon Dieu-no. Last
year! Why. L think it was the day I
eaa me ana saw you riding Co.."
nonsense!" Alixe's voice w .alA dis onds
pointed, But why, then, didn't YOU
ever a so before this? We are both
a thousand years old now. If yol1@
loved me'-she spoke the word in a
lower volce-"why, then, We're YOU as
years. enese
y thought you cared for Francois y
Pletro said simply. And added, Didn't
Alike considered. 81 don't-think-1
ever did, Pietro. Not really. thought
did perhaps. He dazzled
his way of doing all sorts of
something about him which makes
everybody love him. He believed in
his star; there was around him the ro-
nance of the Emperor's prophecy and
the romance Of the career which is. we
oelleve' about to begin now; there was
a glamour about Francois"
Yes Pietro agreed. THE glamour
OF MS courage. Alike, of loyalty and un-
selflshness; the qualities which make
what people call his charm. Francois
is unlike the rest of the world, I be-
lieve, Alike"
Pletro stopped, then went on with an
unaccustomed ~eloquence.
Whatever may be the fibers from
Wnlcn souls are woven, those of Fran
co.'s were SO adjusted from his birth
that things hard to most Of us are
easy to him.. 1t has never been en- eff
tort Tor to love mankind and
believe the best of every one. Also,
Inlhgs unreal to most are his realities.
Ia lives Nnf nInc 70 +l-L
Wnlch is inspiration or madness-men
call 1t either, according as it succeeds
or fails in his world. There are oIes-
tons yet to be understood, I believe. !
Whlch VIII account for Francois trick
OF Vlslon-seelng. Perhaps a hundred
yea, from now, perhaps 500, people
WIZ Know things about the human
mind which may make clear that
strange gift of his. 1t may be that
there are powers of the mind not now
understood. There may be a world of
mental possibility beneath conscious
Pietro talked on, the silent Pietro. as
if delivering a lecture. He had read i
much and thought much; it was seldom
spoke Of the speculations which
often filled his scholarly mind; today it
seemed easy to talk Of everything. Joy
mad set wide all the doors of his be-
ing. Alike opened her eyes in astonish
"Pietro!" You are-talking like a
book! But it is true: something Of
that sort has come to me, too-which
proves 1t to be true. l have felt always
that Francois had notes in him which
are not on pianos" Pietro smiled.
looking at her.
and yet, Alike, you do not love
francois. with all these gifts and all
his power over hearts-but only COM
monplace me?"
Alike Strengthened against his arm.
monsieur the Marquis Zappi, the gem
tleman care for, is not commonplace.
thank you not to say it" she shot at
and then melting to a sudden in
tensity, she put a hand on each side of
his dark face and spoke earnestly.
'Pietro, dear, listen. I believe I always
cared for you. When I was little it hurt
me to have Francois forever the one to
the daring things. Do you remember
how l used to scold at you because you
would not fight him?" Pietro smiled
again; Then he was captain Of the
school and you only a private, and I
cried about that when / was alone at
night. And when you went off to Italy