A DOG OF FLANDERS. SI

her within, and sent her indoors
crying and afraid: then, turning,
he snatched the wood from Nello’s
hands. ‘Dost do much of such
folly?” he asked, but there was a
tremble in his voice.

Nello colored and hung his head.
“IT draw everything I see,” he mur-
mured.

> lhe miller was silent: then he
stretched his hand out with a franc
in it.. “It is folly as I say, and evil
waste of time; nevertheless, it is
like Alois, and will please the house-
mother. Take this silver bit for it
and leave it for me.”

The color died out of the face of
the young Ardennois: he lifted his
head and put his hands behind his