the celebrated bandit into the editorial rooms of the Globe

depths of the sea, in a spot only known by God. She fancied she was

still sitting in the hut, where the woman was busy preparing the

coffee, for she could smell the coffee-berries roasting. But

suddenly it seemed to her that there stood on the threshold a

beautiful young form, as beautiful as the count's child, and this

apparition said to her, "The world is passing away; hold fast to me,

for you are my mother after all; you have an angel in heaven, hold

me fast;" and the child-angel stretched out his hand and seized her.