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At first, the crowd regarded him with indifference, but when, with his hands and head on the ground he threw into the air and caught with his feet six copper balls that glittered in the sunlight, or when, throwing throwing himself back until his neck touched touched his heels, heels, he assumed assumed the form of a perfect perfect wheel and in that position juggled with twelve knives, he elicited a murmur of admiration from his audience, and small coins rained on his carpet.

Still, Barnabas of Compiegne, like most of those who exist by their accomplishments, had a hard time making a living. Besides, he was unable to work as much as he would have liked, for in order to exhibit his wonderful talents, he required like trees the warmth of the sun and the heat of the day.

In wintertime, he was no more than a tree stripped of its leaves, in fact, half-dead. The frozen earth was too hard for the juggler. Like the cicada mentioned by Marie de France, France, he suffered suffered during the bad season from hunger and cold. But since he had a simple heart, he suffered in silence. He had never thought much about the origin of wealth nor about the inequality of human conditions.

He firmly believed that if this world was evil the next could not be good, and this faith upheld him. Verily, his mind was not turned in the direction of carnal desire, and it caused him far greater pain to renounce drinking than to forgo the pleasure of women. For, though he was not a drunkard, he enjoyed drinking when the weather was warm. He was a good man, fearing God, and devout in his adoration of the Holy Virgin.

When he went into a church he never failed to kneel before the image of the Mother of God and to address her with his prayer. As they were both walking at the same pace, they fell into conversation. Are you perchance going to play the part of the fool in some mystery? It would be the finest calling in the world if I could eat every day.

There is no finer calling than the monastic. The priest celebrates the praised of God, the Virgin, and the saints; the life of a monk is a perpetual hymn to the Lord. My estate cannot be compared to yours, and though there may be some merit in dancing and balancing a stick with a denier on top of it on the end of your nose, it is no wise comparable to your merit.

Father, I wish I might, like you, sing the Office every day, especially the Office of the Very Holy Virgin, to whom I am specially and piously devoted. I would willingly give up the art by which I am known from Soissons to Beauvais, in more than six hundred cities and villages, in order to enter the monastic life.

He who led Mary the Egyptian through the desert put me across your path in order that I might lead you to salvation. In the monastery which he entered, the monks celebrated most magnificently the Cult of the Holy Virgin, each of them bringing to her service all the knowledge and skill which God had given him.

The Prior, for his part, wrote books, setting forth, according to the rules of scholasticism, all the virtues of the Mother of God.

Brother Maurice copied these treatises with a cunning hand on pages of parchment, while Brother Alexandre decorated them with the delicate miniatures representing the Queen of Heaven seated on the throne of Solomon, with four lions on guard at the foot of it.

Around her head, which was encircled by a halo, flew seven doves, the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit: fear, piety, knowledge, power, judgment, intelligence, and wisdom.

At her feet two little figures, shining white and quite naked, stood in suppliant attitudes. They were souls imploring, not in vein. Her all-powerful intercession for their salvation. On another page Brother Alexandre depicted Eve in the presence of Mary, that one might see at the same time sin and its redemption, woman humiliated, and the Virgin exalted. These were all images of the Virgin. Brother Marbode, too, was one of the cherished children of Mary. He was ever busy cutting images of stone, so that his beard, his eyebrows, and his hair were white with the dust and his eyes perpetually swollen and full of tears.

But he was a hardy and a happy man in his old age, and there was no doubt that the Queen of Paradise watched over the declining days of Her Child. Marbode represented Her seated in a pulpit. He was at great pains to make the folds of Her robe cover the feet of Her of who the prophet has said; "My beloved is like a closed garden. Perceiving so great a competition in praise and so fine a harvest of good works, Barnabas fell to lamenting his ignorance and simplicity.

Alas, I am a stupid fellow, without art, and for your service, Madame, I have no edifying sermons, no fine treatises nicely prepared according to the rules, no beautiful paintings, no cunningly carved statues, and no verses counted off by feet and marching in measure! Alas, I have nothing. He was scorned for his ignorance, but after he died there sprang from his mouth five roses, in honor of the five letters in the name Maria.

Thus was his holiness made manifest. In listening to this story, Barnabas was conscious once more of the Virgin's beneficence, but he was not consoled by the example of the happy miracle, for his heart was full of zeal and he wanted to celebrate the glory of his lady in Heaven. He sought for a way in which to do this, but in vain, and each day brought him greater sorrow, until one morning he sprang joyously from his cot and ran to the chapel, where he remained alone for more than an hour.

He returned thither again after dinner, and from that day onward he would go into the chapel every day the moment it was deserted, passing the greater part of the time which the other monks dedicated to the pursuits of the liberal arts and sciences. He was no longer sad and he sighed no more. But such singular conduct aroused the curiosity of the other monks, and they asked themselves why Brother Barnabas retired alone so often, and the Prior whose business it was to know everything that his monks were doing, determined to observe Barnabas.

One day, therefore, when Barnabas was alone in the chapel, the Prior entered in company with two of the oldest brothers, in order to watch, through the bars of the door, what was going on within. They saw Barnabas before the image of the Holy Virgin, his head on the floor and his feet in the air, juggling with six copper balls and twelve knives. In honor of the Holy Virgin he was performing the tricks which had in former days brought him the greatest fame.

Not understanding that he was thus putting his best talents at the service of the Holy Virgin, the aged brothers cried out against such sacrilege. The Prior knew that Barnabas had a simple soul, but he believed that the man had lost his wits.

All three set about to removed Barnabas from the chapel, when the saw the Virgin slowly descend from the alter and, with a fold of her blue mantle, wipe the sweat that streamed over the juggler's forehead. And immediately, as though in mockery of his scepticism, no further than the second line from the top, his eye was caught by the figure 9,!

Unable to believe his eyes, he hurriedly dropped the paper on his knees without looking to see the number of the ticket, and, just as though some one had given him a douche of cold water, he felt an agreeable chill in the pit of the stomach; tingling and terrible and sweet! His wife looked at his astonished and panicstricken face, and realized that he was not joking. There's the number of the ticket too. But stay. No, I say! Anyway, the number of our series is there!

Anyway, you understand His wife smiled too; it was as pleasant to her as to him that he only mentioned the series, and did not try to find out the number of the winning ticket. It's only a probability, but there it is! We have plenty of time to be disappointed.

It's on the second line from the top, so the prize is seventy-five thousand. That's not money, but power, capital! And in a minute I shall look at the list, and there! I say, what if we really have won? The possibility of winning bewildered them; they could not have said, could not have dreamed, what they both needed that seventy-five thousand for, what they would buy, where they would go.

They thought only of the figures 9, and 75, and pictured them in their imagination, while somehow they could not think of the happiness itself which was so possible. Ivan Dmitritch, holding the paper in his hand, walked several times from corner to corner, and only when he had recovered from the first impression began dreaming a little.

The ticket is yours, but if it were mine I should, first of all, of course, spend twenty-five thousand on real property in the shape of an estate; ten thousand on immediate expenses, new furnishing.

The other forty thousand I would put in the bank and get interest on it. In the first place we shouldn't need a summer villa, and besides, it would always bring in an income.

Here, after eating a summer soup, cold as ice, he lay on his back on the burning sand close to a stream or in the garden under a lime-tree. It is hot. His little boy and girl are crawling about near him, digging in the sand or catching ladybirds in the grass. He dozes sweetly, thinking of nothing, and feeling all over that he need not go to the office today, tomorrow, or the day after. Or, tired of lying still, he goes to the hayfield, or to the forest for mushrooms, or watches the peasants catching fish with a net.

When the sun sets he takes a towel and soap and saunters to the bathing shed, where he undresses at his leisure, slowly rubs his bare chest with his hands, and goes into the water. And in the water, near the opaque soapy circles, little fish flit to and fro and green water-weeds nod their.

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