what they were waiting for. "To see the deserters," they answered. It was women, children, parents who spoke: some wept aloud; others stood in silent anguish; many repeated the name of him in whom they took deepest interest, asking if his was of the number. Linden's she heard most frequently. "Ill luck to the monsters!—ill luck to the men of blood!" was vociferated the whole way she went. "This will kill the old man," said Gerald: "it will be his death: he has been all night fearing it, ever since Linden has been missing."
The crowd, seeing Calantha, approached in all directions. "Oh beg our king, your father, to save them," said one: "Jesus reward you:" and they knelt and prayed to her. She was too much affected to answer. Some of the officers approached her, and advised her to retire. "The crowd will be immense," they said: "your Ladyship had
