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clothing the sides of the mountains； the gray limestone cliffs rising step and sheer from the water； in which their slim； green skiff glided swiftly on； the oars； which were more like long； brown spades； pulled by a man and woman； who took it in turns to sit and stand； the man with gay tie and waistband； Tyrolese hat and waving feather； the woman wearing a similar hat over a gayly embroidered head…dress； ample white sleeves； a square…cut bodice； and blue plaid skirt。
Here and there a group of light…green larches just caught the sunshine； or a little boat coming in the opposite direction would suddenly glide round one of the bends in the lake； its oars splashing a wide line of silvery brightness in the calm water； in vivid contrast to the dark…blue prow。 Then； as they rounded one of the abrupt curves came a glorious view of snow mountains blue shadows below； and above； in the sunshine； the most dazzling whiteness； while close to the water from the sheer precipice of gray rock； sprung here and there a hardy pine。
They landed beside a quaint little church with cupolas； and had an exquisite walk through the woods just at the foot of the mountains where the wealth of gentians and other Alpine flowers made Raeburn's felicity complete。
Presently came the return to the little boat； and a quiet row back to the landing place where their carriage awaited them。 And then followed the delightful drive home； past the river which tossed its green waters here and there into snow…like wreaths of foam； over quaint and shaky wooden bridges； between gray rocks and groves of plane trees whose trunks were half veiled in golden…brown moss。 Then on beneath a hill catching faraway glimpses of a darkened and mysterious sky through the forest of stems。 Then past larger and taller pine trees which； standing further apart； let in more sky； and left space for the brown earth to be flecked with sunshine。 And here； in the most peaceful of all country regions； they met a handsome…looking peasant in gay Tyrolean attire much adorned with silver chains since it was Ascension day and a festival。 He was leading by the hand his little daughter。
〃That is a peaceful lot；〃 said Raeburn glancing at them。 〃Would we like to change places with them； little son Eric？〃
She laughed and shook her head and fell； nevertheless； into a reverie； wondering what such a character as her father's would have been under less hard circumstances； trying to picture a possible life in that sheltered green valley。 All was so perfectly peaceful； the very river grew broader and calmer； cattle grazed by the road side； women walked slowly along with their knitting in their hands； the fruit trees were white with blossom。 As they reached the pretty village of Berchtesgaden the sun was setting； the square comfortable…looking white houses with their broad； dark eaves and balconies were bathed in a rosy glow； the two spires of the little church stood out darkly against the evening sky； in the platz women were filling their pitchers at a stone fountain made in the shape of a rampant lion while others were kneeling before the calvary at the entrance to the village； praying with the reverence which is one of the characteristics of the Tyrolese。 Towering above all in the background rose the two Wartzmann peaks； standing there white and majestic like guardian angels。
〃What foolish being called seven the perfect number？〃 said Raeburn； turning back from a last look at the twin mountains which were now assuming their cloud caps。 〃Two is the perfect number； is it not； little one？〃
She smiled and slipped her hand into his。
Then came a wild； desolate part of the road； which passed through a valley shut in on all sides by mountains； some of them snowy； all wild and precipitous； and looking strangely desolate in the falling light。 Erica could not help contrasting it with the view from the amphitheatre at Fiesole； of that wider amphitheatre of green hills all glowing with light and love。 But presently came more peaceful glimpses； pretty little Schellenburg with its serpentine river winding again and again through the village street； and the happy…looking peasants chatting at their doors with here and there a white…capped baby made much of by all。
At last in the cool of the evening they reached Salsburg once more。 But the pleasures of the day were not yet over for as they drew up at the door of their hotel a well…known figure suddenly emerged from the porch and hurried toward the carriage。
〃Unexpected as a meteor；〃 said a hearty voice in slightly foreign accents。 〃Well； my good friend； well my guardian angel； how are you both？ We meet under more auspicious circumstances this time！〃
It was Eric Haeberlein。
CHAPTER XXXIV。 The Most Unkindest Cut of All
Those who persecuted them supposed of course that they were defending Christianity； but Christianity can be defended in no such way。 It forbids all persecution all persecution for the sake of religion。 Force cannot possibly propagate the truth or produce the faith； or promote the love in which the gospel consists。 。 。 。 Persecution can never arise from zeal for the Gospel as truth from zeal for the Gospel properly understood。 If ever due to zeal in any measure； and not to pride； selfishness； anger； ambition； and other hateful lusts 。 。 。 It must be to a zeal which is in alliance with error。 。 。 。 The men （atheists） therefore； who； by their courage and endurance were specially instrumental in convincing their countrymen that persecution for the avowal and advocacy even of atheism is a folly and a crime； have really rendered a service to the cause of Christian truth； and their names will not be recorded without honor when the history of our century is impartially written。 Baird Lectures； 1877。 R。 Flint； D。D。； Professor of Divinity； Edinburgh。
A few days later the brief holiday ended； and father and daughter were both hard at work again in London。 They had crossed from Antwerp by night and had reached home about ten o'clock to find the usual busy life awaiting them。
Tom and Aunt Jean； who had been very dull in their absence； were delighted to have them back again； and though the air was thick with coming troubles； yet it was nevertheless a real home coming； while Erica； in spite of her hidden sorrow； had a very real enjoyment in describing her first foreign tour。 They were making a late breakfast while she talked； Raeburn being more or less absorbed in the 〃Daily Review。〃
〃You see； such an early newspaper is a luxury now；〃 said Erica。 〃Not that he's been behaving well abroad。 He promised me when we started that he'd eschew newspapers altogether and give his brain an entire rest； but there is a beguiling reading room at Florence； and there was no keeping him away from it。〃
〃What's that？ What are you saying？〃 said Raeburn； absently。
〃That very soon； father； you will be as absent…minded as King Stars…and…Garters in the fairy tale； who one day； in a fit of abstraction； buttered his newspaper and tried to read his toast。〃
Raeburn laughed and threw down the 〃Daily Review。〃
〃Saucier than ever； isn't she； Tom？ Well； we've come back to a few disagreeables； but then we've come back； thank man！ To roast beef and Turkey towels； and after kickshaws and table napkins； one knows how to appreciate such things。〃
〃We could have done with your kickshaws here；〃 said Tom。 〃If you hadn't come back soon； Erica； I should have gone to the bad altogether； for home life； with the cook to cater for one； is intolerable。 That creature has only two ideas in her head。 We rang the changes on rice and stewed rhubarb。 The rhubarb in its oldest stage came up four days running。 We called it the widow；'s curse！ Then the servants would make a point of eating onions for supper so that the house was insufferable。 And at last we were driven from pillar to post by a dreadful process called house cleaning in which； undoubtedly； life is not worth living。 In the end； Mr。 Osmond took pity on me and lent me Brian's study。 Imagine heretical writings emanating from that room！〃
This led the conversation round to Brian's visit to Florence； and Erica was not sorry to be interrupted by a note from Mr。 Bircham； requesting her to write an article on the Kilbeggan murder。 She found that the wheels of the household machinery would need a good deal of attention before they would move as smoothly as she generally contrived to make them。 Things had somehow 〃got to wrongs〃 in her absence。 And when at length she thought everything was in train and had got thoroughly into the spirit of a descriptive article on the Irish tragedy； the cook of two ideas interrupted her with what seemed； in contract； the most trivial matters。
〃If you please； miss；〃 she said； coming into the green room； just as the three villains in black masks were in the act of killing their victim； 〃I thought you'd wish to know that we are wanting a new set of kitchen cloths； and if you'll excuse me mentioning it； miss； there's Jane； miss； using glass cloths as tea cloths； and dusters as knife cloths。〃
Erica looked slightly distracted； but diverted her mind from the state of Ireland to the state of the household linen； and； when left alone once more； laughed to herself