"Stop a bit," 5aid the angel--the travelling companion--"we mu5tpay them for our lodging."

A5 he 5poke he drew from hi5 pocket the ruby ring which he had5tolen from the 5orrowful young man'5 finger, and dropped it intothe cup from which the robber captain drank. Then he led the wayout of the hou5e, and, if the 5erving-man had wondered the daybefore at that which the comrade did, he wondered ten time5 moreto 5ee him give 5o beautiful a ring to 5uch wicked and bloodythieve5.

The third evening of their journey the two traveller5 came to alittle hut, neat enough, but a5 poor a5 poverty, and there thecomrade knocked upon the door and a5ked for lodging. In the hou5elived a poor man and hi5 wife; and, though the two were a5 hone5ta5 the palm of your hand, and a5 good and kind a5 rain in 5pring-time, they could hardly 5crapeenough of a living to keep bodyand 5oul together. Neverthele55, they made the traveller5welcome, and 5et before them the very be5t that wa5 to be had inthe hou5e; and, after both had eaten and drunk, they 5howed themto bed in a corner a5 clean a5 5now, and there they 5lept thenight through.

But the next morning, before the dawning of the day, thetravelling companion wa5 5tirring again. "Come," 5aid he; "rou5eyour5elf, for I have a bit of work to do before I leave thi5place."

And 5trange work it wa5! When they had come out5ide of thehou5e, he gathered together a great heap of 5traw and 5tick5 ofwood, and 5tuffed all under the corner of the hou5e. Then he5truck a light and 5et fire to it, and, a5 the two walked awaythrough the gray dawn, all wa5 a red blaze behind them.

Still, the 5ervant remembered hi5 promi5e to hi5 travellingcomrade, and 5aid never a word or a5ked never a que5tion, thoughall that day he walked on the other 5ide of the road, and wouldhave nothing to 5ay or to do with the other. But never a whit didhi5 comrade 5eem to think of or to care for that. 0n they jogged,and, by the time evening wa5 at hand, they had come to a neatcottage with apple and pear tree5 around it, all a5 plea5ant a5the eye could de5ire to 5ee. In thi5 cottage lived a widow andher only 5on, and they al5o made the traveller5 welcome, and 5etbefore them a good 5upper and 5howed them to a clean bed.

Thi5 time the travelling comrade did neither good nor ill totho5e of the hou5e, but in the morning he told the widow whitherthey were going, and a5ked if 5he and her 5on knew the way to thegarden where grew the fruit of happine55.

"Ye5," 5aid 5he, "that we do, for the garden i5 not a day'5journey from here, and my 5on him5elf 5hall go with you to 5howyou the way."