The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-02-28

image; he hears the innumerable
voices of nature; they all murmur
jules name. Enraptu.cd, he lets his
gaze float out upon the broad sea of
daylight, knowing that the same radi-
ance bathes jules face, like divine
caress thrown over the most perfect of
human forms Tonight, TIE first
stars will make him tremble; he will
think, Perhaps she, too is looking Mt
them now. He breathes her
in in all the perfumes of the air. He
could kiss the earth that bears her.
My Julie, if I must fall under
the proscriber's axe, if, like Sidney, I
must die in the cause of liberty, death
itself cannot hold in the neither world,
where you are not, my unhappy shade.
l will fly to you my darling; often
will my soul return to float around
you.
She reads and dreams. The night
is ending. Already pale, gray streak
shows under the curtains; it is the
dawn. The servants have commenced
their tasks; she wishes TO finish hers.
Were those voices she Just now heard?
No, the calm is profound around her.
The calm is profound, but it is be-
cause the snow deedens the sound of
footsteps. Men are approaching; they
are here; loud knocks shake the door.
She has not time to hide the letters,
to close the desk. All that she can
do, she does; she gathers up the pa
pers in her arms aud throws them un-
der the sofa which has a deep valance
around it. Some of the letters are
scattered outside on the carpet; she
shoves them under with her foot,
seizcs book, and falls into au arm
chair.
The President ofth9 District enters,
followed by twelve patriots. He is
former chair-mender by the name Of
Brochet, whose limbs tremble as
though with fever, and whose blood
shot eyes are perpetually rolling as
though at sights of horror.
He signs to his men TO guard the
doors, and addresses Julie:
"Cltizeness, we have just been in
formed that won are in correspondence
with various agents of Pitts aud with
emiSrants and conspirators in prisons.
/ come to seize your papers in the
name of the law! You we're desig-
mated to me a long time ago rs an ar
istocrat of the most dangerous kind.
Citizen Rapaix, who stands before
he pointed to one of his men-"has
admitted that in the severe winter of
1879 you gave him money and cloth
ing to corrupt him. Lenient magis-
trates, without proper public spirit,
have spared you too long.
But am master now, and you
shall not escape the guillotine.
Give up your papers, citizeness.
"Take them Yourself" said Julie,
my desk is open"
Sundry notices of births, deaths, or
marriages, old bills, and business pa
pers still remained in the desk, and
Brochet examined them one by one.
He turned them from side to side, and
felt them as would man uncertain of
his ability to read, and at intervals
CALCULATED, "Bad the name of eide
want king is not erased. This is bad,
bad Z"
Julie concludes from this that the
search is to be a long, minute one.
She cannot refrain from casting fur
tive glance toward the sofa, and she
sees the corner of letter pecping out
from under the valance like the white
ear of cat. At sight of this, her an
guish suddenly ceases. The cer-
tainty that all is lost brings
tranquil assurance to her mind
and upon her face calm
quito like that OF security. She
is sure the men will see this point of
paper that she secs, cleaning white
upon the red carpet Tt seems to
force the eye toward it, But she does
not know whether the discovery will
come at once or later, and doubt occu-
pies and amuses her. She even, in
this tragic moment, watches the pa
triots as they approach or turn from
the sofa, as though their movements
were part of game. Brochet, who
has finished with the papers in the
desk, becomes impatient, and declares