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A GALLOWS-BIRD THE RAVELLED SLEAVE THE SOUL OF THE PROFESSOR A GHOST-CHILD HIS CLIENT'S CASE AN ABSENT VICAR THE BREECHES BISHOP THE STRENGTH OF THE ROPE ARCADES AMBO OUR LADY OF REFUGE THE GHOST-LEECH POOR LUCY RIVERS THE FAIR WITH GOLDEN HAIR THE LOST NOTES THE UNLUCKIEST MAN IN THE WORLD JACK THE SKIPPER A BUBBLE REPUTATION A POINT OF LAW THE FIVE INSIDES THE JADE BUTTON DOG TRUST A MARTYR TO CONSCIENCE

Acknowledgments are made to the editors of "The Pall Mall Magazine," "The Illustrated London News," "The World," "Black and White," "The London Magazine," "The English Illustrated Magazine," and "The Bystander," to the hospitality of whose pages a number of the stories here reprinted were first invited.

LOAVES AND FISHES

A GALLOWS-BIRD

In February of the year 1809, when the French were sat down before Saragossa--then enduring its second and more terrific siege within a period of six months--it came to the knowledge of the Duc d'Abrantes, at that time the General commanding, that his army, though undoubtedly the salt of the earth, was yet so little sufficient to itself in the matter of seasoning, that it was reduced to the necessity of flavouring its soup with the saltpetre out of its own cartridges. In this emergency, d'Abrantes sent for a certain Ducos, captain on the staff of General Berthier, but at present attached to a siege train before the doomed town, and asked him if he knew whence, if anywhere in the vicinity, it might be possible to make good the deficiency.

Now this Eug?ne Ducos was a very progressive evolution of the times, hatched by the rising sun, emerged stinging and splendid from the exotic quagmires of the past. A facile linguist, by temperament and early training an artist, he had flown naturally to the field of battle as to that field most fertile of daring new effects, whose surprises called for record rather than analysis. It was for him to collect the impressions which, later, duller wits should classify. And, in the meantime, here he was at twenty a captain of renown, and always a creature of the most unflagging resourcefulness.

"You were with Lefebvre-Desnouettes in Aragon last year?" demanded Junot.

"I was, General; both before the siege and during it."

"You heard mention of salt mines in this neighbourhood?"

"There were rumours of them, sir--amongst the hills of Ulebo; but it was never our need to verify the rumours."

"Take a company, now, and run them to earth. I will give you a week."

"Pardon me, General; I need no company but my own, which is ever the safest colleague."

Junot glared demoniacally. He was already verging on the madness which was presently to destroy him.

"The devil!" he shouted. "You shall answer for that assurance! Go alone, sir, since you are so obliging, and find salt; and at your peril be killed before reporting the result to me. Bones of God! is every skipjack with a shoulder-knot to better my commands?"

Ducos saluted, and wheeled impassive. He knew that in a few days Marshal Lannes was to supplant this maniac.

Up and away amongst the intricate ridges of the mountains, where the half-unravelled knots of the Pyrenees flow down in threads, or clustered threads, which are combed by and by into the plains south of Saragossa, a dusky young goatherd loitered among the chestnut trees on a hot afternoon. This boy's beauty was of a supernal order. His elastic young cheeks glowed with colour; his eyebrows were resolute bows; his lips, like a pretty phrase of love, were set between dimples like inverted commas. And, as he stood, he coquetted like Dinorah to his own shadow, chass?d to it, spoke to it, upbraiding or caressing, as it answered to his movements on the ground before him--

"Ah, pretty one! ah, shameless! Art thou the shadow of the girl that Eugenio loved? Fie, fie! thou wouldst betray this poor Anita--mock the round limbs and little feet that will not look their part. Yet, betray her to her love returning, and Anita will fall and kiss thee on her knees--kiss the very shadow of Eugenio's love. Ah, little shadow! take wings and fly to him, who promised quickly to return. Say I am good but sad, awaiting him; say that Anita suffers, but is patient. He will remember then, and come. No shadow of disguise shall blind him to his love. Go, go, before I repent and hold thee, jealous that mine own shadow should run before to find his lips."

She stooped, and, with a fantastic gesture, threw her soul upon the winds; then rose, and leaned against a tree, and began to sing, and sigh and murmur softly:

"'At the gate of heaven are sold brogues For the little bare-footed angel rogues'--

Ah, little dear mother! it is the seventh month, and the sign is still delayed. No baby, no lover. Alack! why should he return to me, who am a barren olive! The husbandman asks a guerdon for his care. Give me my little doll, Santissima, or I will be naughty and drink holy-water: give me the shrill wee voice, which pierces to the father's heart, when even passion loiters. Ah, come to me, Eugenio, my Eugenio!"

She raised her head quickly on the word, and her heart leaped. It was to hear the sound of a footstep, on the stones far below, coming up the mountain side. She looked to her shirt and jacket. Ragged as they were, undeveloped as was the figure within them, she had been so jealous a housewife that there was not in all so much as an eyelet hole to attract a peeping Tom. Now, leaving her goats amongst the scattered boulders of the open, she backed into the groves, precautionally, but a little reluctant, because in her heart she was curious.

Having reached a little plateau, irregular with rocks shed from the cliffs above, he sat down within the shadow of a grove of chestnut and carob trees, and sighed, and wiped his brow, and nodded to all around and below him.

The goatherd slipped round the shoulder of a rock and stood before him, breathing hard. Her black curls were, for all the world, bandaged, as it might be, with a yellow napkin , and crowned rakishly with a dusky sombrero. She wore a kind of gaskins on her legs, loose, so as to reveal the bare knees and a little over; and across her shoulders was slung a sun-burnt shawl, which depended in a bib against her chest.

Now the one stood looking down and the other up, their visions magnetically meeting and blending, till the eyes of the goatherd were delivered of very stars of rapture.

Was this a spirit, thought Ducos, summoned of his hot and necessitous desire? But the other had no such misgiving. All in a moment she had fallen on her brown knees before him, and was pitifully kissing his bandaged arm, while she strove to moan and murmur out the while her ecstasy of gratitude.

"Nariguita!" he murmured, rallying as if from a dream; "Nariguita!"

She laughed and sobbed.

He smiled, recovered from his first astonishment. Ministers of coincidence! In all the fantastic convolutions of war, the merry, the danse-macabre, should not love's reunions have a place? It was nothing out of that context that here was he chanced again, and timely, upon that same sweet instrument which he had once played on, and done with, and thrown aside, careless of its direction. Now he had but to stoop and reclaim it, and the discarded strings, it seemed, were ready as heretofore to answer to his touch with any melody he listed.

He caressed her with real delight. She was something more than lovable. He made himself a very Judas to her lips.

"Anita, my little Anita!" he began glowingly; but she took him up with a fevered eagerness, answering the question of his eyes.

"So long ago, ah Dios! And thou wert gone; and the birds were silent; and under the heavy sky my father called me to him. He held a last letter of thine, which had missed my hands for his. Love, sick at our parting, had betrayed us. O, the letter! how I swooned to be denied it! He was for killing me, a traitor. Well, I could not help but be. But Tia Joachina had pity on me, and dressed me as you see, and smuggled me to the hills, that I might at least have a chance to live without suffering wrong. And, behold! the heavens smiled upon me, knowing my love; and Se?or Cangrejo took me to herd his goats. For seven months--for seven long, faithful months; until the sweetest of my heart's flock should return to pasture in my bosom. And now he has come, my lamb, my prince, even as he promised. He has come, drawing me to him over the hills, following the lark's song of his love as it dropped to earth far forward of his steps. Eugenio! O, ecstasy! Thou hast dared this for my sake?"

Some terror, offspring of his question, set her clinging to him once more.

"What dost thou here?" she cried, with immediate inconsistency--"a lamb among the wolves! Eugenio!"

"Eh!"--he took her up, with an air of bewilderment. "I am Sir Zhones, the English capitaine, though it loose me your favour, mamsellee. Wat! Damn eet, I say!"

She fell away, staring at him; then in a moment gathered, and leapt to him again between tears and laughter.

"But this?" she asked, her eyes glistening; and she touched the bandage.

"Ah! that," he answered. "Why, I was wounded, and taken prisoner by the French, you understand? Also, I escaped from my captors. It comes, blood and splint and all, from the smashed arm of a sabreur, who, indeed, had no longer need of it."

"For the love of Christ!" she cried in a panic. "Come away into the trees, where none will observe us!"

"Bah! I have no fear, I," said Ducos. But he rose, nevertheless, with a smile, and, catching up the goatherd, bore her into the shadows. There, sitting by her side, he assured her, the rogue, of the impatience with which he had anticipated, of the eagerness with which he had run to realize this longed-for moment. The escapade had only been rendered possible, he said truthfully, by the opportune demand for salt. Doubtless she would help him, for love's sake, to justify the venture to his General?

But, at that, she stared at him, troubled, and her lip began to quiver.

"Ah, God!" she cried; "then it was not I in the first place! Go thy ways, love; but for pity's heart-sake let me weep a little. Yes, yes, there is salt in the mountains, that I know, and where the caves lie. But there are also Cangrejo--whom you French ruined and made a madman--and a hundred like him, wild-cats hidden amongst the leaves. And there, too, are the homeless friars of St. Ildefonso; and, dear body of Christ! the tribunal of terror, the junta of women, who are the worst of all--lynx-eyed demons."

He smiled indulgently. Her terror amused him.

"Well, well," he said; "well, well. And what, then, is this junta?"

She broke off, cuddled closer to her companion, and clasping her hands and shrugging up her shoulders to him, went on awfully--

"Well, he will receive his wages. And where is the treasure concealed?"

"Ah! that I do not know."

Ducos got to his feet, and stretched and yawned.

"I have a fancy to see this meeting-place of the tribunal. Wilt thou lead me to it, Nariguita?"

"Mother of God, thou art mad!"

"Then I must go alone, like a madman."

"Eugenio, it is cursing and accurst. None will so much as look into it by day; and, at dusk, only when franked by the holy church."

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