Bohemian Days

ue behind his four-in-hand, and Mr. Lees in the charity grave, let us sit with the two remaining colonists in the ca

zen cabriolets looking at each other irresolutely and facing all possible ways; two score of unwashed loungers, in red neck-kerchiefs and velvet jackets, smoking rank, rakish, black cigars; several streets of equal crookedness and filthiness abutting against a grimy church, whence beggars, ol

clerk, moving toward the waitin

ential-looking person, reconnoit

gnore

striding forward and saying, in clear

ou will have a good time toget

wrapped to the eyes in fur, wearing a silver bugle

of cigar-smoke, and, as he placed his bare hand upon the manes

tleman, "encourage no imposition.

and it was odd, now that one looked at him

g short; "you have not had your breakfast to-day; appl

"I prefer brandy; I am only g

the spirits, but the jaws were set hard, and the eyes loo

he cabriolet going with a chirp and a whistle; the priests and idlers looked up excitedly; the women rushed to the window

e and regarded them with some benevolence; then he touched his

a wife in China. They have gained no increase after all these pilgrimages-and I flatter myself that they are in some sort graceful-ay? Now remark my head. What does

shoulders into the corner of the coach, and muffled his face

, changing the theme; "you have been an invaluable courier,

r in a suppressed tone. "Count it. I will then

. "Eleven times twenty is two hundred and twenty; twenty-five times two hundred and twenty, five tho

of gold and paper. It was only an eye, but it seemed to be a whole face, an entire man. It was full of thoughts, of hopes, of

de-pocket, while the other pushed forward his hat, so that it

named the fa

nly breathed s

you rec

N

ere; perhaps it is adve

and abrupt, but the sil

ieppe on Tuesday-(that is, to-morrow evening)-she w

gesture. It was flushed and earnest now, and he clutched the journ

sea-glory without peril, gold without work; I would

ething for ou-a

e. What is society to me, whom it has ostracised? I was a gentleman once-quick at books, pleasing in company, shrewd in business. They say that I have power still, but lack integrity. Be it so! Bett

ams commenced the ascent of a steep hill, and as he beheld the guard a littl

e seen that man before. Look! the height, the

ess and silentness resumed their dominion over him, and t

e sublimely impassable in front. The hawks careened beneath them; the chamois above dared not look down for dizziness, and Hugenot said, at Ariola, that they were taking lunch in a balloon. The manner of Mr. Plade now altered marvellously. It might have been his breakfast that gave him spirit and speech; he sang a merr

but Hugenot was not shrewd enough to inquire into the affair. He wearied at length of the talk and of the scene, and when at last they reached the region of perpetual ice,

ding forward, touched his comrade's throat. The other snored measuredly for a while, but the titillation startled him at length, and he beat the air in his slumber. When the irritation ceased he breathed tranquilly again, and then the first-named placed his hand softly into the sleeper's pocket. He drew forth the walle

iolet-advised him that they were climbing the mountain by zigzags or terraces. He knew that they were in the Val Trem

round about us; you must not miss this scene. Come with m

more or less distinctly marked, so that after a half hour they were perhaps a mile ahead. The agility of Mr. Plade during this episode was the marvel of his companion. He scaled the rocks like a goatherd, and his foot-tracks in the snow were long, like the route of a giant. The ice could not betray the suren

awful gulf. On the other side the mountain lifted its jagged face, clammy with icicles, and far over all t

nature! There is no human God at this vast height; they worship Him in the flat world below. Give me your hand

," said Hugenot, "your wo

onjoined than even his mad fancy could conjure up. That is the Tessino, braining itself in cataracts. Yonder, where the clouds make a golden lake, laving forests of firs,

stened like one spell-bound, with his fin

old. The very snow-flakes are dumb; nothing makes discord but the avalanche; it is a

is strangely out of place. I feel as if my

last moments are passing; that yawning ravine is your grave. I told you an hour ago how one bad, d

ess. He clasped his hands, but could not raise his head; the whole sce

s with an iron grasp, and his cold eye gave e

you. The dangers of the pass will be my exculpation; it will be surmised that you fell into the ravine. There will be no marks of violence upon you but

ch a part of this confession. His lips frame

said; "have you

hly. Phantoms, remorses and hells-they have

dog or a goat would have been so long falling. The distance was profound indeed; but to the murderer's sanguine thought the body hung suspended in the air. It would not sink. The clouds seemed to bear it up for testimony; the cold cliffs held al

esolute or courageous now that he had taken b

a wild bird darted after it, as if to reveal the secret of its conc

said a cold, hard voice; "but Chance,