"Beautiful France, the one country in the world where they care for humane ideals and the humane life.

Ah! if only I had gone with you to France," and the tears poured down his cheeks and our hands met convulsively.
"I'm glad to see you looking so well," I began again.

"Books you shall have; for God's sake keep your heart up, and I will come back and see you, and don't forget you have good friends outside; lots of us!" "Thank you, Frank; but take care, won't you, and remember your promise not to tell." I nodded in assent and went to the door.

The warder came in.
"The interview is over," I said; "will you take me downstairs ?" "If you will not mind sitting here, sir," he said, "for a minute.

I must take him back first." "I have been telling my friend," said Oscar to the warder, "how good you have been to me," and he turned and went, leaving with me the memory of his eyes and unforgettable smile; but I noticed as he disappeared that he was thin, and looked hunched up and bowed, in the ugly ill-fitting prison livery.