exiled angels

moan for

aha. Some thousand years ago the Arabs found this place. After toils and labours, and man

he built a mill. The well is there to-day; the olive trees, old and huge and gnarled as are no other o

compass. From a distance it rather resembles a village, for the belfry of the little chapel is visible and the buildings seem to be broken up and divided. On closer inspection i

e trees. This house could resist a siege--indeed, it was built for that purpose; for t

s, looking peacefully down the valley, over terraces where grow the orange, the almond, t

- all the orthodox requirements of a city, and, moreover, it is the capital of the whilom kingdom of Majorca. King Jaime is dead and gone. Majorca

with the Casa d'Erraha and the owner thereof--a plain Englishman of the name of

to a longer rest than earthly weariness can secure. The grave old Padre of the neighbouring village of St. Pablo stood near the bed. Eve Cha

y patted the hand of Eve Chal

btle influences to a rare extent. Tall and upright, clad in black, as all Spanish ladies are, she was English and yet Spanish. Of a clear wh

ng - some trick of the head--which belongs to Spain alone. Her eyes had a certain northern vivacity of glance, a small something which is noticeable enough in Southern Europe, though we should hardly

gentleman of the world--but a hard-breathing, inert deformity, hardly human. From that time to this he had never spoken, and Heaven knew there was enough for him to say. Death had caught him unawares as, after all, he generally does catch us. There were several things to set in order as usual; for it is only in books and on the stage that folks make a graceful exit, clearing up the little mystery, forgiving the wron

the words would not come. He looked at those around him with a dreary indistinctness as f

oat-bells came tinkling up from the valley--for nature must have her w

the small road running from the Soller highway up to the Val d'Erraha, and he who led the way seemed to know every inch of it.

ere ever since, awaiting some necessary pieces of machinery to be made in England and sent out to her. Hearing by chance that the navigating lieutenant of the Kittiwake was Henry FitzHenry - usually know

at; else, they opined, why should this English sailor thrash his boat through any weather from Cuidadela in Minorca to Soller in Majorca, riding subsequently from that small and lovely town over the roughest country in th

ough the evil seas. The wind was never too

r from Mahon going to see the Se?orita

ith their deep eyes, as kn

wo horses had been ordered by cable to be ready at Soller instead of one. For Eve Challoner had te

them. She curtsied in an old-fashioned way to the doctor, who had not seen an Englishwoman's face for two years and more, and asked him to follow her. Fitz did not offer to accompany them--indeed, he made it quite obvious that he did not wan

s a quiet Englishman, chiefly remarkable for a certain directness of purpose which was his, and seemed to pervade his being. Here was one who had commanded men--who had directed skilled

l--he tells others to do that which

seafaring life. In height, he was nearly six feet--six feet of spare muscle and bone--such a man as one sees on the north-e

than they have benefited. A twin brother is something more than a brother, and Fitz went through life as if one side of him was suffering a dull, aching pain. The face of this man walking alone on the terrace of the House of Repose was not happy. Perhaps it was too strong for complete happiness--some men are so, and othe

would send for him. She had cabled to him to bring the doctor. He had brought the doctor, and now he went out on the terrace to "stand by," as he put

wever, no word of love

king down into the hazy, dim depths of the valley, w

nt behind him, he turned, and face

s?" she said. "I think

ly," he

rather slowly. Nevertheless, they did not

faint little smile full of wisdom hovered for a

riest knew human nature, hence the little shadowy smile called up b

s face. It seemed that he had left the earth so far behind now tha

ttish groan, and a still

d in a very business-like way, as of one whose trade it was, the priest got down upon his knees. The

e priest's bowed head, while the bell of the little chapel attached to