Arizona republican., 1892-01-15
FORGOTTEN.

seemed to have hid his face from the sin. full land.
 No one may count up the tears that were shed, the moans that were made, the hearts that were broken in those dreadful times; but here and there out of the great mass of human misery his tory has preserved a record of the trials and sufferings of some hapless ones, read ing which we shudder and thank God that we live in happier days. Some few years after the Reign of Terror-as this outburst of sin and mad ness was well named-a man of middle age entered a small inn in Germany and called for refreshments. His manners were timid and shrinking, and he looked as if he might just have recovered from some terrible illness-he was so strange ly, ghastly pale.
 The landlord supplied his wants, and, half curious, half in kindness, he made some remark as to the strangers appear. ance, coupling it with the question, Did he want aught else for his com fort?'
 Nay, nothing" said the pale man hastily; "l have food and light and air, what could want more" and he sighed deeply.
 My friend" said the landlord, seat ing himself, you speak as if you had known the want of these things. Have guessed aright;'
 His guest looked up.
 Would you hear my taleI' he asked "For years have kept silence, but to. day it seems as if it would Tighten my heart to speak. Listen and believe it if you can. Less than seven years ago l was gay, light hearted youth in this our quiet fatherland. Having no near relations, l was led to visit some distant ones who had lived for many years in a small town in France.
 My uncle, as l called him out of friendliness, was kind, good fellow, well known and respected in the place, where he carried oi,. the craft of watch maker, and he proposed that l should become his apprentice and partner. l liked the little town, liked my uncle, l liked my aunt, and l soon gave my consent. They had no children-I thank God for that now-but my aunt's kindly soul could not be content without young people around her, so she kept and clothed two house maidens, children of some poor neighbors. Trim and neat they looked, too wearing the costume of that part of Germany from whence my aunt came, 2 pretty fancy of her own it seemed quaint enough in a strange land.
 1t was happy household. No won der l was glad to belong to it; but, alas! it was soon to be swept away by terrible affiction. For some time we had heard Of strange troubles going on in Paris and the large towns, but our little place was still quiet One morning, however, we woke to find everything in confusion. Our mayor had been ordered to resign, and his place was to be filled by some one sent from Paris.
 Still, we never dreamed of what fear ful misery this was the forerunner. We had no time to dream, either, the blow fell so suddenly. There had been stir going on in the market place for the two days following the arrival of the new official; but my uncle and I were busy over discovery which he had made in our trade, and we were less than usual in the streets.
 "At noon, on the third day, however, he went out for stroll to rest his eyes and look about him for few moments. My aunt and her maidens arranged as usual the midday meal and we were all ready to sit down, only my uncle was missing. He was usually so punctual that we wondered and waited, and at last we dined without him. At the close of the meal l stepped out to look for him.
 "I had not got dozen yards from our house when l met our bakers wife, her eyes staring out of her head.
 eco back she said, 'go back! It is too late. The monster-the wretch! He has executed the honest man, without even the farce of a trial, on the accursed guillotine yonder!
 'I was petrifed with horror. Could she be speaking of my uncle, so respected, so quiet as he was? It was too true. The wretch in office had lost no time, but had begun his work of bloodshed at once, and my uncle was his first victim, his only crime being that he was of foreign birth, and had sheltered under his roof, some months since, D poor Swiss. l retraced my steps to the house. My aunt's anxious face met my troubled gaze. She had begun to suspect evil. The two girls waited fearfully in the background. tried to speak, but l turned away and burst into tears. l was young then, Master Landlord, and had tears to shed. My aunt passed me by and rushed into the street, straight to the market place. l could not follow. What happened there was told me later.
 "Wild with agony at her husbands fate, my gentle, loving aunt had burst into flood of reproach of his murder. In these days this was crime enough for the heaviest punishment, and before evening she had fared the same fate as my uncle.
 "The Reign of Terror had indeed begun with us The girls had fled, terrified at the fate which had befallen their pro- tectors, and I was meditating in a half stupefed way the same measure, when knock came at the door. and two men,