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firmness and intrepidity amazed even her judges.
 "Details are needless" she said calmly; it was who killed Maratr'
 "What did you think to effect by itg'
 Restore peace to my country. took his life to save France"
 "Why did you hate him"
 "For his crimes"
 "Do you, then, think that you have assassinated all the Marats2"
 "Since he is dead others will tremble. "
 Adam Lux was seated near the pris- oner. His eyes never left her face. When the president of the tribunal passed sentence of death the Mayence deputy leaped from his chair and ex- tended his arms in passionate protest.
 "No, nor he cried wildly: "for the love of heaven, mol"
 It was the only voice raised against her fate and she recognized the man who had conceived for her such a strange and mystic passion; he was faithful in this terrible hour-he dared to speak in the face of her judges. She turned and thanked him with an eloquent look. As though sword had pierced his heart, Adam Lux reeled and went down in a swoon to the floor of the tribunal.
 The gendarmes conducted Charlotte Corday back to the prison. With per feet composure she made ready for the scaffold. AS Samson, the executioner, entered to prepare her for death she took from his hand the scissors, cut long curl of her chestnut hair and gave 1t to Mime. Richard, the wife of the jailer. "Send this with my fervent thanks" she said, "to the deputy from Mayence." {"
 Samson arrayed her in the red robe of murderess, cut her magnificent hair and then bound her slender wrists.
 "This," she said, 'is the toilet of death, arranged by rude hands, but it leads to immortality"
 As the death cart left the prison ter rife storm burst over Paris, but the countless swarms of people in the squares and streets remained undimin- ished. The furious fshwives shrieked around the tumbril. Charlotte Corday did not seem to hear them, much less to resent their insults. Her face wore an unearthly beauty and serenity. There was no shadow of fear upon it.
 At the entrance of the Rue St. Honore man awaited the death cart. He car ried his hat in his hand-the rain pelted on his fair hair. It was Adam Lux, haggard, pale as ashes. He bowed deeply to the prisoner. She started slightly, and smile of pensive sweet ness appeared for an instant on her lips He stepped behind the tumbril, and with uncovered head followed it to the foot of the scaffold.
 Attended by this mysterious love, Charlotte Corday went to the guillotine
 As she mounted the scaffold her eyes fell upon Adam Lux, who stood at its foot. She smiled and looked quickly up to the summer sky, where the clouds were now breaking It was farewell and also a promise of future meeting The next moment she had placed herself under the knife.
 The next day man entered the con- vention, so haggard, so changed that he was hardly recognized as the handsome young deputy from Mayence. With the recklessness of one who had no more to hope or to fear he ascended the tribune, and began to impeach and attack Marat's associates.
 In vain his friends warned him to de- sist. Hotly, fercely he vindicated the young Norman lady who had sacrificed her own life to rid France of a whole sale assassin. He published the "Apol- ogy of Charlotte Corday," and was im- mediately arrested and sent to the Alb baye prison. As he entered its sinister door he flung up his hat and cried joy fully, Il shall die, then, for her." He was brought before the revolu- tionary tribunal. When the accusation was read to him he said, with scorn- ful, curling lip:
 "I am a stranger to your laws as well as to your crimes. If l have deserved punishment it is not among Frenchmen that should suffer-"
 From his prison he wrote farewell letter to little Margarethe, far away in the secluded house at Mayence.
 "I die for the woman love-" he said. "On the scaffold her spirit awaits mine. Death will unite us. go with glad heart, for no longer desire life."
 He dressed himself for the scaffold like bridegroom for the presence of his bride. His lilac coat was embroidered with gold thread. His powdered hair, his knee brooches and waistcoat of white satin, and frills of finest lace gave him the air of a courier.
 At last l shall see her again." he said. pressing to his lips the chestnut curl the jailer's wife had given to him.
 He mounted the guillotine with a smile on his lips, and rapt, uplifted look in his eyes.
 "At lastp' he repeated, and the knife fell.
 So ended one of the strangest attach ments the world ever knew-or was this only its beginning?-Short Stories.
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