Today's Stichomancy for Terry Gilliam

chapel had done striking the Angelus, and then put on his overcoat, and went out. Passing down the garden walk a miserable chicken staggered up to him, chirping a drunken recognition. For a moment, he breathed again the hot smoke of the mill, remembering how Lois had found him in Margret's office, not forgetting the cage: chary of this low life, even in the peril of his own. So, going out on the street, he tested his own nature by this trifle in his old fashion. "The ruling passion strong in death," eh? It had not been self-love; something deeper: an instinct rather than reason. Was he glad to think this of himself? He looked out more watchful of the face which the

Margret Howth: A Story of To-day

Proverbs 25: 20 As one that taketh off a garment in cold weather, and as vinegar upon nitre, so is he that singeth songs to a heavy heart.

Proverbs 25: 21 If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat, and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink;

Proverbs 25: 22 For thou wilt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the LORD will reward thee.

Proverbs 25: 23 The north wind bringeth forth rain, and a backbiting tongue an angry countenance.

Proverbs 25: 24 It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than in a house in common with a contentious woman.

Proverbs 25: 25 As cold waters to a faint soul, so is good news from a far country.

Proverbs 25: 26 As a troubled fountain, and a corrupted spring, so is a righteous man that giveth way before the wicked.

Proverbs 25: 27 It is not good to eat much honey; so for men to search out their own glory is not glory.

Proverbs 25: 28 Like a city broken down and without a wall, so is he whose spirit is without restraint.

Proverbs 26: 1 As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honour is not seemly for a fool.

Proverbs 26: 2 As the wandering sparrow, as the flying swallow, so the curse that is causeless shall come home.

The Tanach

that the voice of nature should speak so truly in her, telling her that which was lawful, even when it seemed to be most unlawful.

"Speak no more of Umslopogaas," I said, "for surely he is dead, and though you cannot forget him, yet speak of him no more, and I pray of you, my daughter, that if we do not meet again, yet you should keep me in your memory, and the love I bear you, and the words which from time to time I have said to you. The world is a thorny wilderness, my daughter, and its thorns are watered with a rain of blood, and we wander in our wretchedness like lost travellers in a mist; nor do I know why our feet are set on this wandering. But at last there comes an end, and we die and go hence, none know where, but perhaps where we

Nada the Lily

room and communicated with the kitchen. This lower door, which was wholly without the external charm usually seen even in the humblest dwellings in Touraine, was covered by a mansard story, reached by a stairway built on the outside of the house against the gable end and protected by a shed-roof. A little garden, full of marigolds, syringas, and elder-bushes, separated the house from the fields; and all around the courtyard were detached buildings which were used in the vintage season for the various processes of making wine.

CHAPTER IV

Margaritis was seated in an arm-chair covered with yellow Utrecht velvet, near the window of the salon, and he did not stir as the two