At these words Zadig knew not whether he should burst out laughing, call the reverend father an old rascal, knock him down, or run away. But he did neither. Still subdued by the superior manner of the hermit, he followed him against his will to their next lodging. This was the dwelling of a good and charitable widow, who had a nephew of fourteen, her only hope and joy. She did her best to use the travellers well; and the next morning she bade her nephew guide them safely past a certain bridge, which, having recently been broken, had become dangerous to cross over. The youth, eager to oblige them, led the way. "Come," said the hermit, when they were half across the bridge, "I must show my gratitude towards your aunt;" and as he spoke he seized the young man by the hair and threw him into the river. The youth fell, reappeared for an instant on the surface, and then was swallowed by the torrent. [Illustration: "ANGEL OF HEAVEN!" CRIED ZADIG.] "Oh, monster!" exclaimed Zadig, "oh, most detestable of men!"---- "You promised me more patience," interrupted the old man. "Listen! Beneath the ruins of that house which Providence saw fit to set on fire, the owner will discover an enormous treasure; while this young man, whose existence Providence cut short, would have killed his aunt within a year, and you yourself in two." "Who told you so, barbarian?" cried Zadig, "and even if you read the issue in your Book of Destiny, who gave you power to drown a youth who never injured you?" While he spoke, he saw that the old man had a beard no longer, and that his face had become fair and young; his hermit's frock had disappeared; four white wings covered his majestic form, and shone with dazzling lustre. "Angel of heaven!" cried Zadig, "you are then descended from the skies to teach an erring mortal to submit to the eternal laws?" "Men," replied the angel Jezrael, "judge all things without knowledge; and you, of all men, most deserved to be enlightened. The world imagines that the youth who has just perished fell by chance into the water, and that by a like chance the rich man's house was set on fire. But there is no such thing as chance; all is trial, or punishment, or foresight. Feeble mortal, cease to argue and rebel against what you ought to adore!" As he spoke these words the angel took his flight to heaven. And Zadig fell upon his knees. [Illustration: FINIS] INDEX. [Illustration] PAGE ACTORS' DRESSING ROOMS 178 (_Illustrations_ by W. H. J. BOOT, R.B.A.) ANECDOTES OF THE WAR PATH 576 (_Written_ and _Illustrated_ by IRVING MONTAGU.) ANIMALS' HOSPITAL, AT THE 70 (_Illustrations_ from Special Photographs and from Drawings by Miss MABEL HARDY.)