dle, the brave Geoffroi
carried him into a house inhabited by a good burgher-woman from Paris,
and there laid him on the ground with his head on her knee, hardly
expecting that he would live to see another sunrise. And here, dying as
it seemed, Louis was taken by the Saracens, and his soldiers, on the
false report of an order from their leader, laid down their arms.

(_Concluded on page 46._)

CHARLES KINGSLEY'S KINDNESS.

Charles Kingsley was a very kind-hearted, man, and could not bear to see
anything in pain. One Sunday, as he was preaching his sermon in church,
he stopped in the middle of it, stooped down, picked up something, and
went into the vestry. He soon returned and went on with his sermon.
After the service was over, some one asked him why he had stopped in the
middle of his sermon. He answered that he had seen a butterfly lying on
the floor, and he was afraid that he might tread upon it and kill it; so
he picked it up and let it fly out of the vestry window.

THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.

(_Continued from page 23._)

Alan was just beginning to wonder whether it was not foolish to go on
any further inland into the valley--indeed, whether it was any use to
hunt for Thomas any longer--when he caught the sound of muffled voices
coming from behind a group of trees near which he happened to be
passing. The soft moss had prevented his footsteps being heard, and, as
he drew closer, he caught the gruff tones of Thomas's voice.

What was Thomas doing down there? To whom could he speaking? There must
be something up when two men got away into a lonely wood in order to
talk. His curiosity roused, Alan crept closer still to the trees, but
the undergrowth prevented his seeing any distance. He was sure, however,
that it was Thomas speaking, and he could now distinguish the words, in
spite of the muffled tones.

'I don't seem to see how it is to be done,' muttered the gardener,
sullenly. 'It's not easy, I tell you.'

'What's the matter, man?' came in a voice with a foreign accent, which
Alan did not recognise. 'The thing is possible enough if you choose to
do it, and I'm sure I am making it worth your while. It isn't every day
as you will get such an offer. Come, don't you be a fool, and throw your
chances away.'

'I'm not throwing anything away,' returned Thomas, sulkily. 'But the
risk---- '

'Well, what if it is a bit risky? You are well paid for the job. Do it
quietly, take them unaware