the people delivered from the cruel invader sing lustily the
_Marseillaise_ and the old songs of Belgium.

In the midst, Albert and Elizabeth sit quietly upon their horses.
They have come home. Not by the low road of cowardly surrender; not
by the crooked road of compromise and falsehood; not by the soft
road of ease and self-indulgence; but by the straight road of faith
and courage and self-sacrifice--the King's High Way.





HALF-TOLD TALES






THE TRAITOR IN THE HOUSE






The Guest, who came from beyond the lake, had lived in the house
for years and had the freedom of it, so that he had become quite
like a member of the family. He was friendly treated and well lodged.