The Argosy — page 216: what you’re looking at

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The Village Blacksmith. 199 not see her in it till he knew why she had been compelled to put it on. **T want Father Ambrose, please,” she said in French to the boy who opened the door. And then, before Father Ambrose appeared, she pushed aside the curtain of the confessional and, entering, knelt down. ‘The next minute she heard Father Ambrose come out of the sacristy, and, having put on his surplice, take his seat in the confessional and say something to her in Latin, which she did not understand. Vera, trembling like an aspen, put her beautiful face close to the grating and whispered : ‘Father Ambrose, don’t you know me? I am not anun; I am Vera ‘Tempest.” (Zo be continued.) UNDER THE MOON. UNDER the moon I see them go, From my casement that looks o’er the city dim, Hurrying, loitering, to and fro, The faces fair and the faces grim: The girl who into her carriage springs, The lover who speeds her, blithe and gay, The drunkard who to the railing clings, The haggard figure that slinks away Under the moon, under the mcon— That, calm and serene on her throne above, Tells of Heaven and peace and love. Under the moon I see them go— Hopeful and hopeless, the rich, the poor, Hurrying, loitering, to and fro, The old and weary, the young and pure. “Oh, hard are God’s ways to be understood !” I said to myself as I gazed adown On flower-crowned earth, that He once called ‘‘ good ’”’— On church and dwelling of man-made town! Under the moon, under the moon— That, pure and serene on her throne above, Tells for ever that ‘‘God is Love.” HELEN MARION BURNSIDE. CORNICLOO cs) co