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(CHAPTER XIX Continued.)
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Sheila smiled painfully. "Yes, rand
and hopeless, for be sure of this: We
cannot kill In one day the growth of
years. I could not cure myself of lov
ing him by marrying you. There had
to be some other cure for that I
never knew and never loved my fa
ther. But he was my father, and If
Mr. Calhoun killed him I could not
marry him. Dut at last I came to
know that your lovo and affection
could not make me forget him no,
never. I realize that now. Ho and
I can never come together, but I owe
hlra so much I owe him my life, for
ie saved It; he must ever have a place
In my heart, be to mo more than any
one else can be. I want you to do
something for him."
"What do you wish?"
"I want you to have removed from
him the sentence of the British gov
ernment I want him to be frco to
come and go anywhere In the world
to return to England If ho wishes It,
to be a free man and not a victim of
outlawry. I want that, and you ought
to give It to him."
Lord Mallow was angry nnd discon
certed, but ho did not Bhow It. "I can
do no more than I have done. I have
not confined him to bis plantation as
the government commanded;'! ennnot
go beyond that."
"You can put his case from the
standpoint of a patriot."
For a moment tho governor hesi
tated, then he said: "Because you
ask me "
"I want It done for his sake, not for
mine," she returned with decision.
Ton owe It to yourself to see that It
Is done. Gratitude Is not dead In you,
Is itr
Lord Mallow flushed. "You press
his case too hard. You forget what
ho Is a mutineer and n murderer,
and no one should remember that as
you should."
"He bus atoned for both and you
know It well. Besides, ho was not a
murderer. Even tho courts did not
say he was. They only said he was
guilty of manslaughter. Oh, your hon
or, be as gallant as your namo and
Claco warrant."
He looked at her for a moment with
trnnge feelings In his heart Then
ho said: "I will glvo you an answer
, In twenty-four hours. Will that do,
nwcot persuador?"
"It might do," she 'murmured, nnd,
Btraage to say, she hud a sure feeling
thnt ho would sny yes, In spite ,of her
knowledge that In his henrt of hearts
he hated Calhoun.
As the left the room, Lord Mallow
stood for a moment looking after her.
f"She loves tho roguo In spite of all 1"
he said bitterly. "But she must come
with mo, Thoy are npnrt ns tho poles.
Yet I shull do as she wishes If I am
to win her."
CHAPTER XX.
, -The Coming of Noreen.
" The next day came a now element
In tho situation: U ship arrived from
; England. On '.f was one who had
como to Jamaica to uct as governess
to two children of the officer com
manding the regular troops In the
Island. She had been 111 for a week
before nearlng Kingston, and when
tho llegcut reached the harbor she
waB In a bad. way. Tho ship's doctor
was despondent over her; but ho wot?
a second-rate man, nnd fclr. that per
haps uu Island doctor might give her
some hope. When sho was carried
ashore she was ut onco removed to
the houie of tho gencml commanding
at Spanish Town, nnd there a local
doctor saw her, Sho ivns thin and
;worn and her eyes only told of the
struggle going on between life and
death.
"What Is her unmet" naked the resi
dent doctor.
"Noreen Balfe," was the reply of the
ship's doctor. "A good old Irish name,
though you" can see sho comes of the
lower runks of life. I leave her In
your hands. I'm a ship's medico, and
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she's now ashore."
As they left the room together they
met Sheila and one of the daughters
of the house. "I've come to see the
ck woman froin tle ship If I may,"
Sheila said. "I've Just heard about
her ami I'd like to be of use."
The resident doctor looked nt her
with admiration. She was tho most
conspicuous fgura In the Islnnd, nnd
her beauty was n fine support to her
wealth and Yeputntlon. It wns like
her to bo kind In this frank way.
"You enn ho of great use If you
will," he ald. "Tho fever Is not In
fectious, I'm glad to sny. So you need
have no fear of being wim tier n
account of other."
"I linyp 1(0 fear," responded Sheila
twith it friendly smile, "and l will go to
her novvt-io If yntj don't mind. Pi
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nnd looked nt Sheila. There shot Into
them a look of horror nnd relief in
one, If such a thing might be. A sud
den energy inspired her nnd sho drew
herself up In bed, her face gone
ghastly.
"You arc Sheila Boyne, aren't you?"
she asked In a low, half-guttural note.
"I am Sheila Llyn," was tho aston
ished reply.
"It's the same thing," came tho re
sponse. "You nro tho daughter of
Errls Boyne."
Sheila turned pale. Who was this
womnn that knew her and her history?
"What is your name?" she asked
"your real name what Is It?"
"My name Is Noreen Balfe; it was
Noreen Boyne."
For a moment Sheila could not get
her bearings. The heavy scent of the
flowers coming in nt tho window al
most suffocated her. She seemed to
lose n grip of herself. Presently she
mnde an effort nt composure "No
reen Boyne I You were, then, the sec
ond wlfo of Errls Boyne?"
"I wns his second wife, nis first
wife was your mother you are like
your mother 1" Noreen said In agita
tion. The meaning wns elenr. Sheila laid
a shnrp hand on herself. "Don't get
excited," sho urged with kindly feel
ing. "He Is dead and gone."
"Yes, he Is dead and gone."
For n moment Noreen seemed to
fight for mnBtery of her stnrk emotion,
nnd Sheila said, "Lie still. It Is all
over. He cannot hurt us now."
The other shook her head In protest.
"I came here to forget and I find, you
his daughter."
"You find more thnn his daughter:
you find his first wife and you find
tho one that killed him."
"Tho ono that killed him I" said the
wbmnn greatly tro'tlbled. ,"How did
you know that?"
"All the world knows It. He wns
in prison four years and since then
bo has been a mutineer, a treasure
hunter, n plnntcr nnd a savior of these
Islands 1"
Tho sick woman fell back In exhaus
tion, it thnt moment the servnnt en
tered with a pitcher of llmo Juice.
Shelln held n glass of tho liquid to
the stark lips.
"Drink," sho snld In a low, kind
voice, nnd sho poured slowly into the
patient's mouth tho cooling draught.
A moment Inter Noreen raised henclf
np again. i
"All nre horo that mntter," sho said.
"And I camo to forget I"
"What do you remember?" nsked
Sheila.
"I remember all how ho died!"
Suddenly Sheila had a deslro to
shriek aloud. This womnn did this
woman then see Errls Boyno die?
Wns she present when the deed was
done?
"How did ho dlo?" sho asked In a
whisper.
"Ono stroke did it only one, nnd
ho fell llko a vg" Sho made a mo
tion as of striking, and shuddered,
covered her eyes with trembling hnnds.
"You toll me you saw Dyck Calhoun
"I Killed Him! I Killed Hlml"
do this to nn undefended man you
tell mo this!"
Sheila's anger was Justified In her
mind. Thnt Dyck" Calhoun should ,
"I did not sco Dyck Calhoun strllto
htm," griped the woman. "I did not
say that. Dyck Calhoun did not kill
Errls Boyne!"
"My God oh, my God I" said .Shelln
with uMiun lips, but a great light
nrenklng In her eyes. "Dyck Calhoun
did not kill Errls Boyne 1 Then, who
killed lilinV'
There was n moment's pause, then,
"1 killed htm." Mild the woman In ag
ony. "I kllli-i) him."
1 't'f,.lli ivpngniiaee seized Shelln
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After a moment sho snld in ugitntlon:
"You killed him you struck him
down! Yet you let nn innocent man
go to prison, and be kept there for
years, nnd his father go to his grave
with shame, with estates ruined and
homo lost and you wero tho guilty
one you I all tho time."
"It was part of, my madness. I was
a coward and I thought then there
were reasons why I should feel no pity
for Dyck Calhoun. His father injured
mine oh, badly I But I was a coward,
and I've paid the price."
A kinder feeling now took hold of
Sheila. After all, what the woman
had dono gave happiness Into her
Sheila's hands. It relieved Dyck Cal
houn of shame nnd disgrace. A Jail
bird ho was still, but an Innocent Jail
bird. Ho had not killed Errls Boyne.
Besides, it wiped out forever the bar
rier between them. All her blind de
votion to the man was now Justified.
Ills namo and fame were clear. Her
repugnnncc of tho woman was as noth
ing besido her splendid feeling of re
lief. It was as though the gates of
hell had been closed and the curtains
of heaven drawn for the eyes to see.
Six years of horrible shame wiped
out, and a new world was before her
eye3.
This woman who. had killed Errls
Boyno must now suffer. She must
bear the Ignominy which had been
heaped upon Dyck Calhoun's head. Yet
all at once there came to her mind n
softening feeling. Errls Boyno had
been rightly killed by a woman ho
had wronged, for he was a traitor as
well ns nn adulterer one who could
uso no womnn well, who broke faith
with all civilized tradition, and re
verted to the savage. Surely the wom
nn's crime was not a dark one ; it was
injured innocence smiting depravity,
tyranny and lust
Suddenly, as she looked at tho wom
nn who had done this thing, she, whose
hand hnd rid the world of a trnltor
nod a benst, fell back on the pillow
In a faint With nn exclamation Sheila
lifted up the head. If the woman was
dead, then there was no hope for Dyck
Calhoun; any story that she Sheila
might tell would be of no use. Yet
she wns no longer agitated In her body.
Hands nnd fingers were steady, and
she felt for tho heart with firm fin
gers. Yes, the heart was still beat
ing, nnd the pulse was slightly drum
ming. Thank God, the woman was
allvdl She rang a bell and lifted up
the head of the sick woman.
A moment later the servant was
in the room. Shelln gave her orders
quickly, and snatched up a pencil from
the table. Then, on a piece of paper,
she wrote the words: "I, not Dyck
Calhoun, killed Errls Boyne."
A few moment later, Noreen's eyes
opened, and Sheila spoke to her. "I
have written these words. Here they
are seq them. Sign them."
She read the words, and put a pen
'ell in tho trembling fingers, and, on
the cover of a book Noreen's lingers
traced her name slowly but clearly.
Then Shelln thrust the paper In her
bosom, nnd nn Instant later a nurse,
sent by the resident doctor, ontcied.
"They cannot hang me or banish me,
for my end hns come," whispered No
reen before Sheila left.
In the street of Spnnlsh Town al
most the first person Sheila saw wns
Dyck Calhoun. With pale, radiant
look she went to him. He gazed at
her strangely, for thero was that In
her face he could not understand.
"Come with me," she said, und she
moved toward King's house. He
obeyed. For some moments they
walked in silence, then all nt once
under a magnolia tree she stopped.
"I wnnt you to read what n woman
wrote who hns Just arrived In tho Is
land from England. Sho is Hi at the
house of the general commanding."
Taking from her breast the slip of
paper, she handed it to him. He read
It with eyes and senses that nt first
could hnrdly understand.
"God in heaven oh, merciful God!"
ho said in great emotlop, yet with a
strange physlcnl quiet
"This womau wus his wife," Sheila
snld.
He hnnded the paper bnck. no con
quered his agitation. Tho years of suf
fering rolled away. "They'll put her
In Jail," he said with a strange re
gret Ho hnd a great heart
"No, I think not," was the reply.
Yet sho was touched by his compas
sion nnd thoughtfulncss.
"Why?"
"Becnuie she Is going to die and
thero Is no time to lose. Come, wo
will go to Lord Mallow."
"Mallow!" A look of bitter tri
umph entne Into Dyck's face. "Mallow
nt last!" ho said.
CHAPTER XXI.
With the Governor.
Lord Mallow frowned on his secre
tary. "Mr. Calhoun to sec me! What's
his business?"
"Ono can guess, your honor. He's
been fighting for tho Island."
"Why should ha see me? There Is
the general commanding."
The secretary did not reply ; he knew
ills chief. And, hftor n moment, Lord
Mallow said: ''Show him In."
When Dyck Calhoun entered, the
g-evcruor gavo him n wintry smile of
welcome, hut did not offer to nhnke
hnnds. "Will you sit down?" he snld,
with h slow gesture.
Calhoun made n dissenting motion.
"I prefor to stand, your h?nor."
This wus the first time tin two men
bad met nlone since Dyck had arrived
In JamnlCK, or slnco his trial. Cal
houn was dressed In planter's costume
and the governor was In nn olllccr's
uniform. Thoy were in striking con
trast In face und figure the governor
long, lanky, ascetic In uppejrnmv,
very Intellectual save for (lift rlotocs
i 'iuiuiii, mm very pick h.ii ppnu tia
I '.hi.iigh t c had Just stepped rut of AN
miutb, nnd very spick aid span us
mack's; while Calhoun wns tough nnd I
virile and with the nlr of n thorough
outdoor man. There was In his face
the firm fighting look of ono who had
done things nnd could tackle big af
fairs and something more; there was
In It quiet exultation.
"You hnvo done the Island nnd Eng
Innd grent service. Mr. Cnlhoun," snld
the governor at last
"It Is the least I could do for the
land where I havo made my home,
whero I have reaped more than I have
sown."
"Wo know your merit, sir."
A sharp, satirical look" camo Into
Calhoun's face and his voice rang out
with vigor. "And becnuso you knew
my merit you advised the crown to
confine me to my estate, and you
would have had me shot if you could.
I am what I am because ttiere was a
Juster man than yourself in Jamaica.
Through him I got away and found
treasure, nnd I bought lnnd nnd have
helped to save this Island and your
place. What do I owe you, your hon
or? Nothing that I can see nothing
at nil."
"You are a mutineer, and but that
you showed your courage would have
been hung at the yard arm, as many
of your comrades In England were."
A cold smile played at Calhoun's
lips. "My luck was ns grent ns my
"It Wasn't the Luck of Ennlscorthy
That Sent Errla Boyne to His Doom."
courage, I know,
I have the luck of
Ennlscorthy 1"
At the last words the governor
winced, for it was by that touch Cal
houn had defeated him in the duel
long ago. It gulled him thnt this mnn
whom he detested could say suck
things to him with truth.
"It wns not tho luck of Ennlscorthy
thnt sent Errls Boyno to his doom,"
he said with anger in his mind, for
Dyck's calm boldness stirred tho worst
In him. no thought he saw In him
nn exultnncy which could only como
from his Into experiences In the field.
It wns ns though he had come to trl-
umpn oyer the governor. Mallow said
what 1)0 hnd snld with malice. He
looked to see rago in the face of Dyck
Calhoun and was nonplussed to Hnd
that it hnd only n stern sort of pleas
ure. The eyes of Calhoun met his
with no trnco of gloom, but with a
vnor worthy of a high cause their
clear blue facing his own with a con
stant penetration. Their intense sin
cerity gavo him n feeling which did
not belong to authority. It was not
tho look of n criminal, whntever the
mnn might be mutineer nnd murder
er. As for mutineer, nil thnt Cnlhoun
hnd fought for hnd been nt Inst nd
mltted by the British government.
Calhoun spoke slowly. "Your hon
or, you havo said what you have a
right to say to a man who killed Errls
Boyne. But this man you nccuse did
not do It."
The governor smiled, for tho as
sumption wns ridiculous. Ho shrugged
n shoulder nnd n sardonic curl came
to his lip.
"Who did It. then?"
"If you will come to the house of
the general commanding you will see."
The governor was In n grent quan
dary. He gasped. "Tho general com
manding did ho kill Errls Boyne
then?"
"Not he, yet the person that did it
Is In his house. Listen, your honor.
I have home the nnmo of killing Errls
Boyne, am) I ought to have killed him,
for he was a traitor. I had proofs of
it; but I did not kill him and I did
not betray him, for he had alive n
wife and dnughtcr, and something wns
due to them. Ho wns a traitor and
wns In league with the French. It
does not mntter thnt I tell you now,
for his daughter knows the truth. I
ought to hnve told It long ngo, nnd If
I had I should not have been im
prisoned.'' "You were a brave mnn, but n fool
ahvnys a fool," said the governor
sharply.
"Not bo great a fool that I can't re
cover from it," was the calm reply.
"Perhaps It was the best thing that
ever happened to me, for now I con
look the world In the face. It's made
a man of me. It wns a woman killed
him," was Cnlhoun's ndded comment
"Will yoar honor come with mo und
see her?"
The governor wns thunderstruck.
"Where Is slut"
"As I have told you in the house
of the general commanding."
The governor roee abashed. "Well,
I can go there now. Come."
"Perhaps you would prefer I ahonld
not go with you In the street. The
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l,i kuows mM mutineer, thlu!i3
ii? lis
of mo ns n murderer I
Is It fair to
your honor?"
Something in Calhoun's voice roused
the rage of Lord Mallow, but ho con
trolled It, nnd snld calmly: "Don't
tnlk nonsense, sir; we shall walk to
gether, if you will."
At tho entrance to the houso of the
general commanding, the man to whom
this visit meant so much stopped nnd
took n picco of pnper from his pocket.
"Your honor, hero is tho nnmo of the
slnyer of Errls Boyne. I give it to
you now to see, so you mny not be
nstonlshcd when you see her."
The governor stared at tho paper.
"Boyne's wife, eh?" ho said In n
strnngo mood. "Boyno's wife what
Is she doing hero?"
Calhoun told him briefly as he took
tho paper back, nnd added: "It was
accident that brought us nil together
here, your honor, but the hnnd of God
is In it"
"Is she very III?"
"She will not live, I think."
"To whom did she tell her story?"
"To Miss Shelln Llyn."
The governor wns nettled. "Oh, to
Miss Llyn I When did you seo her?"
"Just before I came to you."
"What did tho woman look like
this Noreen Boyne?"
"I do not know; I hnve not seen
her."
"Then how came you by the paper
with her signature?"
"Miss Llyn gavo it to me."
Anger filled Lord Mallow's mind.
Shelln why now the wny would be
open to Calhoun to win to marry her 1
It angered him but he held himself
steadily.
"Where Is Miss Llyn?"
"Sho Is here, I think. She came
back when she left mo at your door."
"Oh, she left you at my door did
she? . . . But let mo see the wom
nn thnt's come so fnr to put tho world
right"
A few moments later they stood In
the bedroom of Noreen Boyne, they
two and Sheila Llyn, the nurse hav
ing been sent out.
Lord Mallow looked down on the
hnggard, dying womnn with no emo
tion. Only a sense of duty moved
him.
"What Is it you wished to say to
me?" he asked the patient
"Who are you?" came the response
In a frayed tone.
"I am the governor of the island
Lord Mallow."
"Then I want to tell you thnt I
killed Errls Boyne with this hand I
killed him." She raised her skinny
hand up, nnd her eyes beenme glnzed.
"He hnd used me vilely nnd I struck
him down. He wns a bad man."
"You let nn Innocent man bear pun-
Mshment, you struck at one who did
you no harm, and you spoiled his life
for him. You can see that, can't
you?"
Tho woman's eyes sought the face
of Dyck Calhoun, and Calhoun said:
"No, you did not spoil my life, Noreen
Boyne. You have made It Not that
I should have chosen the way of mak
ing it but thero It is. As God's In
heaven I forgive you."
Noreen's face lost some of Its gloom.
"That makes it easier," she said brok
enly. "I can't atone by any word or
act, but I'm sorry. I've kept you from
being happy, and you were born to
be happy. Your father had hurt mine,
had turned him out of our house for
debt, and I tried to puy It all back.
When they suspected you I held my
peace. I was a coward; I could not
say you were Innocent without tell
ing the truth, nnd' that I could not do
then. But now I'll tell It I think I'd
have told It whether I was dying or
not though. Yes, if I'd seen you here
I'd have told it, I'm sure. I'm not nil
bad."
"There's no good going on with
that," said the governor sharply. "We
must take down her statement In writ
ing, nnd then "
"Look, she is sinking!" said Calhoun
sharply.
The woman's hend had dropped for
ward, her chin wns on her brenst,
and her hand became clenched.
"The doctor at once bring In the
nurse," said Calhoun. "She's dying."
Au Instant later the nurse entered
with Sheila and In a short time the
doctor came.
When later tho doctor saw Lord Mal
low alone he said: "She can't live
more than two days."
"That's good for her in a way," an
swered the governor, nnd in reply to
the doctor's question why, he snld:
"Because she'd bo In prison."
"What wus her crime, your honor?"
"She killed a mun."
"What man?"
"Him for whom Dyck Calhoun wns
sent to prison Errls Boyne."
"Mr. Cnlhoun was not gullty.then?"
"No. As soon as the woman Is dead,
I mean to announce the truth."
"Not till then, your honor?"
"Not till then."
"It's hard on Cnlhoun."
"Is It? It'a years since he was tried
nnd condemned. Two days cannot
matter now."
"Perhaps not. Last night the wom
an said to me: Poi glad I'm gcJng
to die.'" Then he added: "Calhofui
will be more popular than ever now."
The governor winced'.
CHAPTER XXII.
Then What Happened.
An hour after Noreen Boyno had
been laid In her grave, there was a
special Issue of the principal paper
telling nil the true facts of the death
of Errls Boyne. It vexed Lord Mallow ;
but he bteeled himself to urbanity, and
lie played his part well. He was clever
enough to see It would pay him to be
outwardly gracious to Calhoun. So it
was he muds a speech in the capital
on tho mure of the general commqud
inc anJ tN Jp fiv.r.i jt'Malrv t'.ii
Mnroons, In which ho snld: "No on
In all the king's domlnions.had showed
greater patriotism nnd military skill
thnn their friend Mr. Cnlhoun, who
had been harshly trented by a mis
taken government"
A few hours Inter, in the sweet gar
den of the house whero Sheila and
her mother lodged, Calhoun camo up
on the girl whose gentle dignity and
beauty seemed to glow.
At first nil sho said to him was,
"Welcome, old friend," nnd at last sho
said: "Now you can come to tha
United States, Dyck, and make a new
life there."
Presently he said: "I ought to go
where you wish mo to go, for you
came to me here when I wns rejected
of men. Your faith kept me ailvo in
my darkest days even when I thought
I had wronged you."
"Then you will como to Virginia
with me as my husband, Dyck?" She
blushed and laughed. "You seo I have
to propose to you, for you'vo never
nsked me to mnrry you. I'm throwing
myself nt your head, sir, you observe!"
He gave an honest smllo of ndora
tlon. "I came today to ask you to be
my wife for that reason only. I
could not do it till the governor had
declared my Innocence. The earth Is
sweeter today than it has been Blnce
time began."
Ho held out his arms, and an Instant
later the flowers sho carried were
crushed to her breast, with her lips
given to his.
A little later she drew from her
pocket a letter. "You must read that,"
she said. "It Is from the great Alex
ander Hamilton yes, he will be grent ;
he will play a wondrous part In tho
life of my new country. Read It,
Dyck."
After he hnd rend it, he said : "He
was born a British subject here In
these islands, nnd he goes to help
Americans live according to British
principles. With nil my sane fellow
countrymen I nm glad the Americans
succeeded. Do you go to your Virginia
and I will come as soon as I have put
my affairs In order."
"I will not go without you
will not go," she persisted.
-no,, I
"Then we shall be married at once,"
he declared. '
And so It was, and all the Island
was en fete, and when Sheila camo
to Dyck's plantation the very enrth
seemed to rejoice.
And sweetly solltnry the two lived
their lives, till one dny, three months
Inter, there enme to the plantation
the governor nnd his suite.
When they had dismounted, Lord
Mallow said: "I bring you the pay
of the British government for some
thing of whnt you hnve suffered, sir,
nnd whnt will give your Indy pny, too,
I hope. I como with n bnronetcy
given by the king. News of It came
to me only this morning."
Cnlhoun smiled. "Your honor, I can
take no title, I can receive no honor.
The Flowers Were Crushed to Her
Breast, With Her Lips Given to His.
I have ended my llfo under the Brit
ish flag. I go to live under the Stars
and Stripes."
The governor was astounded. "Your
lady, sir; do you forget your lady?"
But Sheila nnswered: "The life of
the new world has honors which have
naught to do with titles, und I will
remnln as I am."
"I sail, for Virginia by the first ship
that goes," said Calhoun. "It Is good
here, but I shall go to a place where
things nro better nnd where I shall
have work to do. I must decline the
baronetcy, your honor. I go to a land
where the life Is larger, where Britain
shall remake herself."
"It will take some time," said the
governor tartly. "They'U be long
apart"
"But they will come together nt Insr
for the world's snke."
THE END.J
Browning's Poetry.
The truth l that mauy renders ot
verse resent nny demand upon their
hitellects; poetry to them being only
k plenslng Indulgence an occasional
sulatltute for a sherbet not to be
tokin curiously. Certnlnly Browning's
poettr Is not for such. No one to
day vio knows "Sordello" derides It,
for, difficult as It Is to the beginner,
It contains many veins of the pure
gold of poetry and Its pictures of the
passionate, tumultuous life of the luto
Twelfth and early Thirteenth cen
turies In Itnly, with the fierce con
flicts of Guelf and (ihlbvillne by which
It was torn, nre uuequaled In vivid
neM itid truth by ani liUioituu.-
1'lilllp Stafford Movuu.
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