e came from the
crowd.

"This tulip will henceforth bear the name of its producer, and will be
called _Tulipa nigra Rosa Baerttensis_, because Van Baerle is to be the
married name of this damsel," the prince announced; and at the same time
he took Rosa's hand and placed it within the hand of the prisoner, who
had rushed forward at the words he had heard.

Boxtel fell down in a fit, and when they raised him up he was dead.

The procession returned to the town hall, the prince declared Rosa the
prizewinner, and informed Cornelius that, having been wrongfully
condemned, his property was restored to him. Then he entered his coach,
and was driven away.

Cornelius and Rosa departed for Dordrecht, and Van Baerle remained ever
faithful to his wife and his tulips.

As for old Gryphus, after being the roughest gaoler of men, he lived to
be the fiercest guardian of tulips at Dordrecht.

* * * * *

The Corsican Brothers

"The Corsican Brothers" is one of the most famous of Dumas'
shorter stories. It was published in 1845, when the author was
at the height of his powers, and is remarkable not only for
its strong dramatic interest, but for its famous account of
old Corsican manners and customs, being inspired by a visit to
Corsica in 1834. The scenery of the island, and the life of
the inhabitants, the survival of the vendetta, and the fierce
family feuds, all made strong appeal to his imaginative mind.
Several versions of the story have been dramatised for the
English stage, and as a play "The Corsican Brothers" has
enjoyed a long popularity; but Dumas himself, who was fond of
adapting his works to the stage, never dramatised this story.

_I.--The Twins_

I was travelling in Corsica early in March 1841. Corsica is a French
department, but it is by no means French, and Italian is the language
commonly spoken. It is free from robbers, but it is still the land of
the vendetta, and the province of Sartene, wherein I was travelling, is
the home of family feuds, which last for years and are always
accompanied by loss of life.

I was travelling alone across the island, but I had been obliged to take
a guide; and when at five o'clock we halted on a hill overlooking the
village of Sullacro, my guide asked me where I would like to stay for
the night. There were, perhaps, one hundred and twenty houses in
Sullacro for me to cho