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The Spanish sentries on the Place d'Arht when the priest and I stole silently past a trees I find it impossible, even now, after the lapse of years, to dwell upon e an errand My reluctant pen halts, while the tears, di my old eyes, bid me turn to other scenes However, under God, the venture of that nightinto her dear face for the last ti back unspoken those passionate utterances which burned upon ue I could ave so unreservedly into aze into the unfathomed depths of her dark eyes, and murmur a few broken words of confidence and farewell Then, half blinded from emotion, I tore ht and peril for her dear sake

However uish as I stepped forth from that fateful house, the nature of the adventure upon which ere now fairly launched was sufficient to cool uard-lines drawn around the camp of Spanish artillery, I had become once more the cool, resourceful adventurer, as befittedthe open side of the square, I think?" I whispered tovainly to penetrate the intense darkness in our front

"True," he responded in so low a voice I could scarcely catch the words, a slight falter betraying that the strange conditions preyed upon his unaccustoht"

"Then ill assue Keep close, and venture no speech, whatever happens"

It proved sloork at the best, as it would never do to have a Spanish spy dogging our footsteps I doubt not it tested good Father Petreni to the utterht the better of hih the darkness As forof walls, and skulking areater zest for the e in such matters; they have ever been so much a portion of life to ht of heady wine He was the truly brave man ithout any such incentive as I possessed, left his books and quiet cell that night to follow me abroad