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This ancient road led across the Brenner pass, the old gateway for the barbarians who had invaded Italy. Past Innsbruck, the merchandise was carried to Basel. The little cities on the coast of north-western Europe had an interesting story of their own. The mediaeval world ate a great deal of fish. There were many fast days and then people were not permitted to eat meat.
He was sent into the Tyrol in pursuit of the Archduke John, whose rear-guard he caught and cut to pieces at the foot of Mount Brenner, at the same time that Napoleon, at Austerlitz, brought the war to a close. After the peace of Presburg Ney remained in Suabia until the rupture with Prussia.
Blood!" said a tragic voice from a dark corner by the stove. Barely visible in the ruddy half-dark of the room a pair of demoniac eyes met hers. Mrs. Brenner threw her shriveled and wizened mother-in-law an angry and contemptuous glance. "Be still!" she commanded. "'Pears to me that's all you ever say blood!" The glittering eyes fell away from hers in a sullen obedience.
"I don't know how he reconciled facts for your fact seems plain enough nor do I know how you can reconcile them; but what I do know is this: that man, poor in this world's goods, but rich in experience and in a natural endowment of poetic thought and musical ability, kept on making poems, kept on singing them, despite that fact to which he had given expression as he fared over the Brenner; despite the fact that a suit of cast-off clothes was all he got for his entertainment of those who would not call him 'brother. Discouraged at times for he was very human he kept on giving the best that was in him, doing the work appointed for him in this world and doing it with a whole heart Godwards and Christwards, despite his poverty, despite the broken promises of the great to reward him pecuniarily, despite the world, despite facts, Szchenetzy!
Tobey protested. "I seen pa already. I want my supper out here! I don't want to go to bed!" Mrs. Brenner paused. "Where was pa?" she asked. But Tobey's stretch of coherent thinking was past. "I dunno!" he muttered. Mrs. Brenner sighed. She pulled off the sticky shoes and rose stiffly. "Go get in bed," she said. "Aw, Ma, I want to stay up with my butterflies," the boy pleaded.
I chose the line of the Brenner, and stopped half a day at Innsbruck to pay a visit to Colonel Heddon, of whom I had the joyful tidings that two of his daughters were away to go through the German form of the betrothal of one of them to an Englishman. The turn of the tide had come to him.
"This is what Tobey was doin' this afternoon!" she cried in triumph. "He was catchin' butterflies! That ain't murder, is it?" "Nobody catches butterflies in a fog," said Munn. "Well, Tobey did. Here they are," Mrs. Brenner held out the box. Munn took it from her shaking hand. He looked at it. After a moment he turned it over. His eyes narrowed. Mrs. Brenner turned sick.
On the other hand, Niesten of Brussels found reason to revert to Vico's discarded elements for the planet's rotation; and Trouvelot, Stanley Williams, Villiger, and Leo Brenner, so far agreed with him as to adopt a period of approximately twenty-four hours.
Munn persisted. "Couldn't hear a thing but the water. Why?" "Oh nothing," said Munn. Mrs. Brenner finished pouring out the soup and set the bowls on the table. Chairs clattered, and soon the men were eating. Mart finished his soup before the others and sat back smacking his lips.
The room where the Brenner family lived its queer, taciturn life was tapestried in gold, the glowing tapestry of swarms of outspread yellow butterflies sweeping in gilded tides from the rough floors to the black rafters overhead. Olga Brenner herself was no less tragic than her family.
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