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630 ing of great weights. He took the padre by the arm and seated him in a chair beside the desk. “ The devil,” he said, “ is a fairly strong foe—even for you, good Padre Miguel!”’ -And this man was not a gentleman? With all her heart, Margaret wished that Hal could have heard. “But tell us what caused you to fail, padre. Was it the sound of the rushing of the water?” “It was not that, sezor. When I spoke before those many men there came a strength in me, sefor, that made my voice loud, so that these who heard me kneeled, and even over the noise of the flood I still made them hear me. I had a thought while I stood there that the noise of the water was the voice of the fiend; and I strug: gled against it.” He smiled deprecatingly around the room, and his mild eyes flitted from face to face. “It was a sinful and proud thought, and I was punished for it. But think, ah, think, senor/ In another mo- ment I should have had them all as gentle as sheep to do as I bade them! The water came. I raised my head and spoke more loudly. Still they heard. They were , chained. They bowed their heads and ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. prayed. It is*good for the soul of man when he turns his eyes on the dust and sends his thoughts up to God. So! ‘“‘ And as I spoke I fixed my eyes on the edges of the crowd. For there were some who could not hear me. I tried, and though some of these kneeled even as the closer ones, a few remained standing. More and more dropped to the ground, and a sense of power came in me. “Then I saw, far off on the edge of the crowd, the face of a man whom I could not touch. He had a pale face, not like the brown ones around him. And I thought that I could catch the glitter of his eyes even at the distance. The morning sun, see. you, was upon him. | “Toward him I directed my eyes and my voice, and my thoughts. But I could feel that he was smiling. “‘ Presently he turned to those near him and spoke, with many gestures. And after. a moment, they began that song— La Paloma!’ ” | Garth closed his large hand. ‘‘ Padre,” he said softly, “ good padre, can you name that man?”’ “TI can, senor, and the Lord have mercy upon his sinful heart. It is Sefior Henry Tyson.” This story will be concluded in next week’s issue of the ARGOSY- ALLSTORY WEEKLY, the consolidated title under which both magazines will appear hereafter as one. uw le} U THE MANUSCRIPT OF EARTH BY LOUIS GINSBERG HEN I am tired: with my books, . Ss. And all their vain, pretended mirth, I like to lie and read at last That wondrous manuscript of Earth. Then eagerly my soul will drink A thousand tales that are revealed: The legend of eternal spring; The glory of the sky and field. For all these magic, deathless tales, These miracles of sun and sod, Upon the manuscript of Earth, . Were written by the hand of God!