Arizona republican., 1892-11-20

jected frame of mind. He felt mocked, deluded, discouraged. A score of high and naughty heads had fallen since morning into the sack of sawdust at the foot of the guillotine. He stopped on the Pont Neuf to look at the sunset behind the trees of the Champs Elysees. That, too, seemed vast streak of blood. With shudder he turned and walked away to the gardens of the Palais Royal.
 There the young deputy began pacing Eimlessly about, absorbed in unhappy thought. Presently he heard light step, A woman was advancing toward him under the galleries. Adam Lux saw face young and of amazing beau ty, the skin like alabaster, the splendid eyes unfathomably dark, mass of chestnut curls, with auburn tips, clus- tering against dazzling neck. It was his dream maiden in the iesh-the sub stance of that mysterious shadow which had twice appeared to him in his own city of Mayence. With an absorbed air she glided by. Her white dress brushed him gently. His heart gave furious bound. - He turned and followed her.
 She entered the shop of a cutler; the young deputy entered also. She ad- vanced to the counter and said some- thing to the man behind it. Lux failed to catch the words, but the cultivated voice was that of gentlewoman.
 The cutler produced a tray of knives In the shadow of the shop door Adam Lux saw her select one-a poniard knife, with an ebony haft.
 "The priceY she asked.
 "Three francs. citoyenne," answered the cutler.
 She put the money on the counter, concealed the knife under her silk ker- chief and returned to the garden. As she stated herself on one of the stone benches abutting on the arcades Adam Lux paused at her side.
 "For pity's sake," he entreated, tell me who you are. have known you for a long time, but your name-what is your nameY
 She started and looked up.
 "You have known me for long time, citoyenl" she echoed grayely. "I do not understand you"
 "l am the deputy from Mayence," he said, trying to speak calmly. Tt was at Mayence that you twice appeared to me. For days and weeks my sleeping and waking dreams have been full of you. recognized you the instant that saw you; it was just before you en- tered the cutters shop"
 A slight alarm dawned in her eyes. Her hand went up to her silk fchu, un- der which she had hidden the knife. Did she think him madmanT
 "One should not dream in these peril oes days, citoyen," she said sternly; "there is little profit in dreams. He who loves liberty must act"
 "l perceive that you are an aristocrat you belong to the nobles; but your name-your name?' he insisted.
 She smiled sadly.
 Pardon, l cannot tell it now, citoyen, but before many hours it will be in every mouth" She arose from the bench. He put out hand to detain her.
 Stay! Stay!" he entreated. Do not leave mel love you ardently. Strange, incomprehensible as this passion may seem to you, it will either save or de- stroy me, claim you! Whoever you are, know that you belong to me, or why were you revealed to me in the spirit before my eyes could look on your living, breathing beauty? If you go like this, leaving me no clew to your where abouts, may never see you again"
 Gravely, coldly she answered.; "Do not talk to me of love, citoyen; cannot comprehend you-l belong only to Francel Before the revolution was Republican. You will surely see me again, and then" with a strange and solemn expression, you will under stand everything. Now, citoyen, adieu."
 Promise" he urged wildly, "that it shall be so--that l shall see you again."
 "I promise" she answered, and moved rapidly away.
 Another day dawned and dwindled. It 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 convention at twilight. Marat the horrible was iii; he had not app aared ill the chamber that day. Engrossed with his mysterious love rather than the af- fairs of the public, Adam Lux dined at a cafe with other deputies.
 In the midst of their meal, Harriot, the commandant of the national guards, appeared in the door of the cafe.
 "Look to yourselves, deputiesr he shouted. "Marat is deadl He has just been assassinated, and by the hand of a young girl"
 The deputies with one accord rushed into the street. A terrific mob was surg ing by, filling the air with cries and im- precautions. Lux found himself swept away with it to the Rue des Cordeliers, where Marat lived. It was small, di- lapidated house and about it's door that raging, roaring multitude surged like a sea. Yes, the leader of La Montague had been stabbed to death by the hand of woman. Adam Lux, pressing up to the threshold, looked and saw the mur- deress coming down the stair, her arms pinioned, bayonets surrounding her, the