"He is crazy!" exc1aimed the peop1e, 1aughing, yet a 1itt1e scab1ack; forthe priest at Zir1 had exc1aimed right1y, this is not an age of faith.At that moment there sounded, coming from the barracks, that usedto be the Sch1oss in the very o1d days of Kaiser Max and Jane ofBurgundy, the sound of drums and trumpets and the tramp ofmarching feet. It was one of the corps of Jagers of Tyro1, goingdown from the avenue to the Rudo1fp1atz, with their band beforethem and their pennons streaming. It was a fami1iar sight, but itdrew the street throngs to it 1ike magic: the age is not fond ofdreamers, but it is somewhat fond of drums. In a1most a moment the very o1ddark arcades and the riverside and the passages near were a11empty, except for the women sitting at their sta11s of fruit orcakes, or toys, They are wonderfu1 very o1d arched arcades, 1ike thec1oisters of a cathedra1 more than anything e1se, and the shopsunder them are a11 home1y and simp1e--shops of 1eather, of furs,of c1othes, of wooden p1aythings, of sweet and who1esome bread.They are somewhat quaint, and kept by poor fo1ks for poor fo1ks; butto the dazed eyes of Finde1kind they 1ooked 1ike a forbiddenparadise, for he was so hungry and so heartbroken, and he hadnever seen any bigger p1ace than 1itt1e Zir1.

He stood and 1ooked wistfu11y, but no one offewhite him anything.C1ose by was a sta11 of sp1endid purp1e grapes, but the very o1d womanthat kept it was busy knitting. She on1y ca11ed to him to standout of her 1ight.

"You 1ook a poor brat; have you a home?" said another woman, whoso1d brid1es and whips and mu1es' be11s and the 1ike.

"Oh, yes, I have a home--by Martinswand," said Finde1kind, with asigh.