into the streets and across the little long to enable the queen regent to Plaza del Ayuntamiento, which was reach Madrid. In order to make cerdeserted and looked peaceful enough in tain of this we must lead the people to the light of a waning moon.

understand that the queen is in this The carriage door was opened by a house until, at least, daylight. Given lackey, and Conyngham gave Estella so much advantage, I think that her his hand. All the servants bowed as Majesty can reach the capital an hour she passed up the stairs, her face before any messenger from Toledo. screened by the folds of her white man- Two horsemen quitted the bridge of tilla. There was a queer hush in the Alcantara as we crossed it, riding great house and in the manner of the toward Madrid, but they will not reach servants. The cathedral clock rang out the capital. I have seen to that.” the half hour. The general led the way He paused and walked to one of the to the room on the first floor that over- long windows, which he opened. The looks the Plaza del Ayuntamiento. It outer shutters remained closed, and he is a vast apartment hung with tapes- did not unbar them, but stood listening. tries and pictures, such as men travel "All is still as yet,” he said, returnmany miles to see. The windows, ing to the table, where Father Concha which are large in proportion to the was philosophically cutting up a cold height of the room, open upon a stone chicken. balcony, which runs the length of the “That is a good idea of yours," he house, and looks down upon the plaza said; "we may all require full and across this to the great façade of forces of mind and body before the the cathedral. Candles hurriedly dawn.” lighted made the room into a very des- He drew forward a chair, and Esert of shadows. At the far end a table tella, obeying his gesture, sat down, was spread with cold meats, and and so far controlled her feelings as lighted by high silver candelabras. to eat a little.

“Ah!” said Concha, going toward the “Do queens always feed on old birds, supper table.

such as this?” asked Concha disconEstella turned, and for the first time tentedly, and Vincente, spreading out met Conyngham's eyes. His face star- his napkin, laughed with gay good hutled her, it was so grave.

"Were you hurt?” she asked sharply. “Before the dawn,” he said to Co“Not this time, señorita."

nyngham, we may all be great men, Then she turned with a sudden laugh and the good padre here on the hightoward her father.

road to a bishopric.” “Did I play my part well?”' she “He would ra er be in bed," mutasked.

tered Concha, with his mouth full. "Yes, my child;" and even he

It was a queer scene, such grave.

only act in real life.

The vast room, “Unless I am mistaken,” he contio with its gorgeous hangings, the flickerued, glancing at the shuttered win- ing candles, the table spread with del. dows, “we have only begun our task.” icacies, and the strange party seated at He was reading as he spoke some de- it; Concha, eating steadily; the genspatches, which a servant had handed eral, looking round with his domestito him.

cated little smile; Estella, with a new “There is one advantage in a soldier's light in her eyes and a new happiness. life," he said, smiling at Conyngham, on her face; Conyngham, giant “which is not, I think, sufficiently rec

among these southerners, in his dustognized-namely, that one's duty is so laden uniform-all made up a picture often clearly defined. At the present that none forgot. moment it is a question of keeping up

“They will probably attack this. the deception we have practised upon place,” said the general, pouring out a these good people of Toledo sufficiently glass of wine; “but the house is a.






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strong one. I cannot rely on the regi- “Where is the queen regent?” she ments stationed at Toledo, and have asked, looking from one face to the sent to Madrid for cavalry. There is other, and seeing all her foes assemnothing like cavalry-in the streets. bled as if by magic before her. We can stand a siege—till the dawn.” “Her Majesty is on the road be

He turned, looking over his shoulder tween Aranjuez and Madrid, in safety, toward the door, for he had heard a my dear Julia,” replied the general footstep, unnoticed by the others. It soothingly. was Concepcion Vara, who came into “But they think she is here. Thethe room coatless, his face grey with people are in the streets. Look out of dust, adding a startling and pictur- the window. They are in the plaza." esque incongruity to the scene.

“I know it, my dear," said the geil"Pardon, excellency,” he said, with eral. that easy grasp of the situation, which “They are armed; they are going to always made an utterly disconcerted attack this house." smuggler of him, “but there is one in I am aware of it." the house whom, I think, his excel- “Their plan is to murder the queen.” lency should speak with.”

“So we understand," said “Ah!”

eral gently. He had a horror of any“The Señorita Barenna."

thing approaching sensation or a scene, The general rose from the table. a feeling which Spaniards share with

“How did she get in here?" he asked Englishmen. “That the queen for sharply.

the time being,” added Vincente, point"By the side door in the Calle de la ing to Estella. Ciudad. The keeper of that door, ex- Julia stood looking from one to the cellency, is mule. The señorita other, a self-contained woman made forced him to admit her. The sex can strong by love, for there is nothing in do so much," he added, with a tolerant life or human experience that raises shrug of his shoulders.

and strengthens man "And the other, this Larralde?'' much as a great and abiding love. But

Concepcion raised his hand with out. Julia was driven and almost panicspread fingers, and shook it slowly stricken. She held herself in control by from side to side, from the wrist, with an effort that was drawing lines in her the palm turned toward his interlocu- face never to be wiped out. tor, which seemed to indicate that the “But you will tell them. I will do subject was an unpleasant, almost an it. Let me go to them. I

not indelicate one.

afraid." “Larralde, excellency,” he said, "is “No one must leave this house now,” one of those who are never found at said the general. “You have come to the front. He will not be in Toledo to

us, my dear, you must now throw in night, that Larralde.”

your lot with ours.” “Where is the Señorita Barenna?" “But Estella must not take this risk!" asked the general.

exclaimed Julia. “Let me do it." "She is down-stairs, commanding his And some woman's instinct sent her excellency's soldiers to let her pass.” to Estella's side, two women alone in

"You go down, my friend, and bring that great house amid this man's work her here. Then take that door your- and strife of reckless politicians. self."

“And you and Señor Conyngham," Concepcion bowed ceremoniously and she cried; "you must not run this great withdrew. He might have been an risk.” ambassador, and his salutation was "It is what we are paid for, my dear worthy of an Imperial Court.

Julia,” answered the general, holding A moment later Julia Barenna came out his arm and indicating the gold into the room, her dark eyes wide with stripes upon it. terror, her face pale and drawn.

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the massive shutters, which swung wherein this man's greatness lay, and back heavily. Then he stepped out on yet perceiving dimly that against such to the balcony without fear or hesita- as he men like Esteban Larralde could tion.

do nothing. "See,” he said, “the square is full of Concha, having supped satisfactorily, them."

was now sitting back in his chair, He came back into the room, and Co- seeking for something in the pockets nyngham, standing beside him, looked of his cassock. down into the moonlit plaza. The "It is to be presumed, he said, square was, indeed, thronged with dark “that one may smoke, even in a paland silent shadows, while others, steal- ace.” ing from the doorways and narrow al- And under their gaze he quietly leys, with which Toledo abounded, lighted a cigarette, with the deliberajoined the group with stealthy steps. tion of one whom a long solitary life No one spoke, though the sound of their had bred habits only to be broken at whispering arose in the still night-air last by death. like the murmur of a breeze through Presently the general rose and went reeds. A hundred faces peered upward to the window again. through the darkness at the two in

“They are still doubtful,” he said, trepid figures on the balcony.

returning, “and I think their numbers “And these are Spaniards, my dear have decreased. We cannot allow Conyngham,” whispered the general, them to disperse.” “a hundred of them against one He paused, thinking deeply. woman. Name of God, I blush for “My child,” he said suddenly to Esthem!

tella, "you must show yourself on the The throng increased every moment, balcony." and withal the silence never lifted, but Estella rose at once, but Julia held brooded breathlessly over the ancient her back. town. Instead of living men, these "No," she said; “let me do it. Give might well have been the shades of the me the white mantilla." countless and forgotten dead, who had There

momentary silence, come to a violent end in the streets of while Estella freed herself from her a city where peace has never found a cousin's grasp. Conyngham looked at home since the days of Nebuchadnez- the woman he loved while she stood,

little more than a child, with something Vincente came back into the room, youthful and inimitably graceful in leaving both the shutter and window the lines of her throat and averted open

face. Would she accept Julia's offer? “They cannot see in,” he said, “the Conyngham bit his lips and awaited building is too high. And across the her decision. Then, as if divining his plaza there is nothing but the cathedral thought, she turned and looked at him which has no windows accessible with

gravely. out ladders.”

"No," she said; “I will do it.” He paused, looking at his watch.

She went toward the window. Her “They are in doubt,” he said, speak, father and Conyngham had taken their ing to Conyngham, “they are not sure places, one on each side, as if she were that the queen is here. We will keep the queen indeed. She stood for a mothem in doubt for a short time. Every ment on the threshold, and then passed minute lost by them is an inestimable out into the moonlight alone. Immedigain to us. That open window will ately there arose the most terrifying whet their curiosity, and give them of all earthly sounds, the dull, antagosomething to whisper about. It is so

nistic roar of a thousand angry throats. easy to deceive a crowd.”

Estella walked to the front of the balHe sat down and began to peel a

cony and stood, with an intrepidity peach. Julia looked at him, wondering which was worthy of the royal woman




whose part she played, looking down frequently take their week-end recreaon the upturned faces. A red flash tion in the same way. On the other streaked the darkness of a far corner hand, a little army of Oxford men has of the square, and a bullet whistled within the last fifteen years invaded through the open window into the the realm of London journalism. Uniwoodwork of a mirror.

versity intelligence in the old days, “Come back," whispered General apart from matters of capital imporVincente. “Slowly, my child, slowly." tance, was given in the barest form.

Estella stood for a moment looking Only the boat-race and the cricketdown with a royal insoleuce, then match taxed the energies of the deturned, and with measured steps ap- scriptive reporter or the leader-writer. proached the window. As she passed It has now been discovered that Oxin she met Conyngham's eyes, and toat ford makes excellent copy in a thouone moment assuredly made two lives sand other ways.

University slang worth living.

and university gossip are echoed faith. fully in the evening papers of the me

tropolis; and he is indeed a lucky man who, despite undeniable obscurity, can

venture so much as to marry without From Blackwood's Magazine. the compliment of a personal paraMR. JOWETT AND OXFORD LIBERALISM. graph from the pen of some officious

Probably no institution has under- contemporary, gaily recalling his pass gone a greater number of superficial in moderations, his third in history, changes during the last sixty years than and the fact, real or imaginary, that the University of Oxford. Its internal he has an unrivalled critical knowledge economy has been overhauled by two of the text of Lear's "Book of Nonroyal commissions. Religious tests sense,” or Blair's “Grave,” as the case have been abolished. In most colleges clerical fellows are the exception rather Such are a few of the alterations than the rule; while in many only a which have taken place within the comparatively small proportion of the compass of her Majesty's reign and dons reside within the walls. “Re- within the academic career of the late search” has been liberally endowed. Master of Balliol, who won a scholarThe scope of the examination system ship at the age of eighteen in 1835, and has been widened. The tenure of a fel- was elected a fellow of the college, lowship is no longer incompatible with while still an undergraduate, in 1838. matrimony. The town (it has been By the time of his death in 1893, the averred by quondam apostle of new—the newest-order had com"progress”) is "slummy and overbuilt;" pletely supplanted the old. We need the tone of the university is that of a not here consider whether the revolu"lively municipal burgh.”

tion has had good effects or bad. The change in the relation of the There is nothing so good in this world university to the outer world has been but it might have been better, and equally remarkable. Oxford has been nothing so bad but it might have been knit close to London; and the deprecia- worse. The university, we venture to tory epithet, “donnish,” no longer sug- believe, is "sound at bottom,".

'-a quotagestive of celibacy and a cloistered se- tion, by the by, of which the master clusion from the “sparkling throng,” had a thorough relish. Be that, howmust be held to embrace in its connota- ever, as it may, Mr. Jowett was not tion some tincture of the extreme type only an eye-witness of the process of of civilization believed to exist in transformation, but had also a considsouthmost Kensington. The Saturday- erable share in assisting it. His name to-Monday professor has come into ex- was familiar far beyond the university. istence and passed out of it; but distin- To some he appeared little less than a guished visitors of every description scoffing and malignant fiend. By oth

may be.



ers he was esteemed a very Socrates, After all, it is no very heinous offence to "the wisest and best man they had ever speak of the “Secretary of State for known.” Many anecdotes of varying Scotland,” or to suppose that Lord Daldegrees of authenticity clustered round housie and not the Duke of Richmond his name; and many singular and erro- was the first occupant of the office thus neous conceptions were entertained of misnamed. To one rather curious omishis character, His authorized biog- sion we must, however, draw attention. raphy, therefore, for which Messrs. At a certain memorable gathering of Evelyn Abbott and Lewis Campbell are Convocation in December, 1882-almost responsible, will probably appeal to a the last, we think, of the good old sort much wider circle of readers than that at which the country clergy were wont of those who knew him, or

of to assemble in their hundreds—Mr. those who at some time during his ca- Jowett, then vice-chancellor, opened reer happened to be at Oxford. It is the proceedings in Latin, and then anonly, however, as we conceive, from the nounced that to avoid mistakes he was point of view of an Oxford man that about to speak in English.

This was, the book can be adequately judged; of course, received with a roar of deriand, so regarding it, we must congrat. sive laughter; whereupon he remarked, ulate the authors upon a well-conceived "I was afraid, gentlemen, that if I and well-executed piece of work. They spoke in Latin, many of you would be have been extremely judicious in their unable to understand me!” The story treatment of the “mythology," and the thus told by Mr. Abbott leaves the balstories and apophthegms to which they ance of advantage pretty evenly dihave given admission are for the most vided; but if, as we have always underpart fresh and pointed. The work is stood, the vice-chancellor began by not “deformed by exaggerated affec- proposing to the meeting “nomen vobis tion and flattery,” to borrow a phrase approbandus,” it will be admitted that of the master's; and the hero's short- those who laughed loudest were fairly comings are sufficiently indicated, if entitled to laugh longest. not dragged into prominence.

Mr. Jowett's university life may be Perhaps some of the secondary char- divided into three periods, in two of acters are kept too studiously in the which the agreeable, in the other the background. We should have liked to disagreeable, element predominates. hear a little more, for example, of Doc- From 1836 to 1855 he was the good man tor Jenkyns. Dean Mansel's name is struggling with adversity. His father, not so much as mentioned, though his a superior Micawber, was absorbed in doctrines were obviously a pet aversion a metrical version of the Psalms, and of the master's. Nor is adequate rec- the son's scanty resources were taxed ognition made of the unique combina: to their utmost extent in supporting his tion of scholarship and piety which dis parents and sisters, and in helping his tinguished James Riddell. Per contra, brothers to start in life. He bore the as Mr. Owen would have said, a warm burden of that trying time with manly tribute is paid to the memory of George fortitude and without complaint, Rankine Luke, while a few well-ex- though the effort made an indelible impressed lines in a footnote bear elo- pression on his mind; and he may be quent testimony to the lasting impreso said upon the whole to have enjoyed sion made upon the college by the beau- life and to have partaken of its modtiful character and profound intellect est pleasures with unaffected cheerfulof Charles Warrack. We have noted

ness. here and there a few trivial error's. During the last period, again, from

1870 to 1893, he was the head of a large 1 The Life and Letters of Benjamin Jowett,M.A., and prosperous college, plunged head Master of Balliol College, Oxford. By Evelyn Abbott, M.A., LL. D., and Lewis Campbell, M.A., and ears in new projects of activity and LL. D. Two volumes. London: John Murray. usefulness, grudging neither time nor 1897.

money spent in the service of Balliol,

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