en. Forty-one years ago to day, the day of the Epiphany,
the following events occurred: We were then living at Roily-le-Tors, on
the ramparts; but in order that you may understand, I must first explain
the house. Roily is built on a hill, or, rather, on a mound which
overlooks a great stretch of prairie. We had a house there with a
beautiful hanging garden supported by the old battlemented wall; so that
the house was in the town on the streets, while the garden overlooked the
plain. There was a door leading from the garden to the open country, at
the bottom of a secret stairway in the thick wall--the kind you read
about in novels. A road passed in front of this door, which was provided
with a big bell; for the peasants, in order to avoid the roundabout way,
would bring their provisions up this way.

"You now understand the place, don't you? Well, this year, at Epiphany,
it had been snowing for a week. One might have thought that the world was
coming to an end. When we went to the ramparts to look over the plain,
this immense white, frozen country, which shone like varnish, would chill
our very souls. One might have thought that the Lord had packed the world
in cotton to put it away in the storeroom for old worlds. I can assure
you that it was dreary looking.

"We were a very numerous family at that time my father, my mother, my
uncle and aunt, my two brothers and four cousins; they were pretty little
girls; I married the youngest. Of all that crowd, there are only three of
us left: my wife, I, and my sister-in-law, who lives in Marseilles.
Zounds! how quickly a family like that dwindles away! I tremble when I
think of it! I was fifteen years old then, since I am fifty-six now.

"We were going to celebrate the Epiphany, and we were all happy, very
happy! Everybody was in the parlor, awaiting dinner, and my oldest
brother, Jacques, said: 'There has been a dog howling out in the plain
for about ten minutes; the poor beast must be lost.'

"He had hardly stopped talking when the garden bell began to ring. It had
the deep sound of a church bell, which made one think of death. A shiver
ran through everybody. My father called the servant and told him to go
outside and look. We waited in complete silence; we were thinking of the
snow which covered the ground. When the man returned he declared that he
had seen nothing. The dog kept up its ceaseless howling, and always from
the same spot.

"We sat down to dinner; but we were a