“Be righteous, Pero, not being successfulas a soldier. Even be a laborer, but remain honest as all your ancestors. Hereis a revolver which may be of use to you, even for yourself, in case of anyshame you may commit, to yourself or to me. It is better to die honorably thanto live in disgrace.”
And Tkalac found, in the disorder of hisluggage, which was like that of a gipsy`s, a photograph, and although it wasquite dark, a lady, somewhat gray-haired, stepped out of the picture—she wasstill of a girlish build, pale, attractive, dark-eyed, with a permanent, sadsmile—and this foreigner, after two years of dissipation, pressed this dear,lifeless relic to his lips, weeping like a child before going to sleep, greatbig tears; and consoled by the shadow of his dead mother, he fell asleepwithout so much as removing his clothes.
He was abruptly awakened by a tapping on the window. Knowing every emotion except fear, he was greatly surprised and thought he