The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1888-10-27

young Deputy entered also. She advanced
to counter, and said something to the man
behind it. Lux failed to catch the words,
but the rich cultivated voice was that of +.
born gentlewoman.
The cutler produced tray of knives. In
the shadow of the shop-door Adam Lux saw
her select one-a poniard-knife, with an eb-
ony haft
''The price7" she asked.
"Three francs, citoDcnne," answered the
cutler.
She put the money on the counter, con-
cealed the knife under her silk kerchief,
and returned to the garden. As she seated
herself on one Of the stone benches abutting
on the arcades, Adam Lux paused at her
side.
For Gods sake" he entreated, "tell mo
who you are! have known you for a long
time, but your name-what is your namea"
She started and looked up.
"You have known me for long time,
citoyen?" she echoed, gravely. 81 do not un-
derstand you"
Nobody was near-only light wind
moved through the chestnut-trees.
| "What" he cried, with keen disappoint-
ment; "you do not see that we are not
strapgersa Your soul claims no acquaint-
ance with mine!"
"Nonen'
| He cholsed down his agitation as best he
could.
~ am the Deputy from Mayence," he said
trying to speak calmly. SIT was at Mayence
that you twice appeared to me. For days
and weeks my sleeping and waking dreams
have been full of you. l recognized you the
instant that saw you in this garden-it
was just before you entered the cutler's
shop"
A slight alarm dawned in her eyes. Her
hand went up to her silk .fchu, under which
she had hidden the knife. Did she think
him mailman!
"One should not dream in these perilous
days, citoyen," she said, sternly "There is
little profit in dreams. Hewho loves liberty
must act"
He was devouring her with his eyes.
II perceive that you are an aristoorat;
you belong to the mobiles, but your name
your name!" he insisted.
She smiled sadly.
"Pardon, can not tell it now, citoyc,, but
before many hours it will be in every
mouth"
She arose from the bench. He put out
hand to detain her. Her beauty dazzled,
overpowered him.
.Stay! Stay" he entreated. "Do not
leave mel love you ardently. Strange,
incomprehensible rs this passion may seem
to You, it will either save or destroy me.
claim you! Whoever you are. know that
You belong to me; or why were you re-
vealed to me in the spirit before my eyes
could look on your living, breathing beauty!
If you 60 like this, leaving me no clew to
your whereabouts, may never see you
again, and to lose you now would be anguish
greater than DEATH"
Eroyolv pnl1ly ho opo,uarod. stno not
talk to me of love, citoyen; can not COM
prehend you'll belong only to France! Be-
fore the Revolution l was Republican.
You will surely see me again, and then,"
with strange and solemn expression, 'tyou
will understand every thing. Now, citoyen,
adieu"
''Swear," he urged, wildly, ''that it shall
be so-that shall see you again"
II swear!" she answered, and moved rap
idly away.
He did not attempt to follow her, but
leaned against tho stone bench in sort of
delirous ecstacy. His dream-maiden really
existed. He had heard her voice-looked
into her eyes. She had promised that he
should see her again, and he knew she
would keep her word.
Another day dawned and dwindled. II
was the 18th of July, the anniversary eve
Of the fall of the Bastille. The heat was
intense, and the streets Of Paris swarmed
with people. Adam Lux left the Conven-
ton at twilight Marat the Horrible was
i'll; he had not appeared in the Chamber
that day. Engrossed with his mysterious
love. rather than the affairs of the Republic
Adam Lux dined at cafs with other Depu-
ties. The company talked gravely, as BIO.
came men who walked on the crust OF
volcano Some one proposed a toast to
Marat. A Montagnard filed the glass Of the
Mayence Deputy. Adam Lux just touched
his lips 10 the wine, then dashed it on the
floor.
"Bah!" he said, with disgust; sit smells
Of his crimes. ! can not drink it,"
Hardly were the words out when Henriot,
the commandant Of the National Guards,
appeared in the door OF the cafe.
"Look to yourselves, Deputiesw he
shouted; ''Marat is dead He has Just been
assassinated in his bath, and by the hand of
young girl"
The Deputies with one accord rushed into
the street. A terrific mob was surging by,
filing tho air with cries and curses. Lux
found himself swept away with it to the
Rue des Cordeliers, where Marat lived with
the woman Evrurd. 1t was small, dilapi-
dated house, and about its door that raging,
roaring multitude surged like sea. Yes;
the leader OF La 4Noatagns had been stabbed
TO death in his bath, and by the hand OF q
womanl Adam Lux, pressing up to the
threshold, looked and saw the murdeross
coming down the stair, her arms pini0ned,
bayonets surrounding her, the dsmbeaux of
the gendcarms glaring upon face which had
In 1t the shblimity OF supreme sacrifice.
Great God, 1t was his dream -maidon!
The mob, shrieking for blood, ohoked the
way and brought the cortegs to q stand.
There she stood In the midst Of the soldiers,
the torchlight reddening her marble skin
and itch, falling huirA-a vision OF beauty
and youth such as that yelling populace had
never seen before.
"Ac~ Dieu! it Is the face OF an angel"
said u woman, near Adam Lux. "Wh0 IL
shel''
Another voice answered; "An aristocrat,
who hes journeyed from Caen to do this
deod-her name is Charlotte corday."
A squad OF fusileers rushed up and
cleared U passage for the prisoner.
s'Poor psopleW murmured Charlotte Cor
day, locking with plying eyes upon the
bowling mob, lyon wish my death, when
you own me an altar tor delivering you
from WopsterI"