In the _Grande Place,_
the antique, carven, gabled houses are gay with fluttering banners;
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.
Indeed, some thought he had the best room of all, for though it
was in the wing, it was spacious and well warmed, and had a side
door, so that he could go in and out freely by day or night,
It must be said that he had earned his living on the place, being
industrious and useful, a very handy man about the house; and the
children had a liking for him because he sang merry songs and told
beautiful fairy-tales.
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