"Take care, monsieur," he said.

"You are lonely to-night--very lonely.

Then take good care that your old age is not one lonely night like this repeated and repeated through many years! Take good care that when you in your turn come to the end, and say good-by too"-- he waved his hand toward the mountains--"you have some one to share your memories.

See, monsieur!" and very wistfully he began to plead, "I go home to-night, I go out of Chamonix, I cross a field or two, I come to Les Praz-Conduits and my cottage.

I push open the door.