I fare, taking up with stony-eyed voracity piece after

e lying by his side, the (J.mUiIdmo went off, and Matting down in another corner, filled an earthenware with red wine out of a wicker-covered demijohn. i a familiar gesture, as when serving customer !Jhe cafe, he had thrust his pipe between his teeth to hi-; hands free. The capataz drank greedily. A slight flush deep- eiu-d the bronze of his cheek. Before him, Viola, with a turn of his white and massive head towards the staircase, took his empty pipe out of his mouth and ounced slowly: "After the shot was fired down here, which killed is surely as if the bullet had struck her oppressed hr.trt, she called upon you to save the children. Upon you, Gian' Battista." capataz looked up. "Did she do that, padrone? To save the children! are with the English señora, their rich benefac- Hey? old man of the people. Thy benefac- ..." I am old," muttered Giorgio Viola. "An English- woman was allowed to give a bed to Garibaldi lying wounded in prison. The greatest man that ever lived. A man of the people, too a sailor. I may let another keep a roof over my head. Si ... I am old. I may let her. Life lasts too long sometimes."

d she herself may not have a roof over her head before many days are out unless I ... What do you say? Am I to keep a roof over her head? Am I to try and save all the Blancos together with

her?"