Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-01-03

NE. Ills fancy SuDIJlleu inc lhtIlOW
pathos of tenor voice to the lovely
melody, and he stood beneath the
solid arches of the great Norman
transcpt, wlstful and hrshed for a
moment.
"Oh, that | knew where l might find
lIim!' he echoed.
The air died away, aud, after brief
pause, one Of Rach's magnificent
fugucs was Numbered forth in com
pleX, ever-increasing majesty, till it
seemed charged with the agony and
passion and eXultation of some great
war Of young and mighty nations, full
OF the "c2nfused noise and garments
rolled In blood" which belong TO the
warriors battle. The tumult echoed
| through all the reccSSes of Cyril's be-
| ing; It gave an outlet to the stormy
| agitation within him. He surrendered
himself to the full power Of the mighty
, harmony, glad to lose himself, If but
for moment. But the conflict Of the
contrapuntal parts harmonized too
we'll with the conflict in his soul: it
was no longer Il battle of the warrior
| but u strife Of powers, celestial and
| Internal.
He covered his face with his hand,
| leaning against pillar, and seemed to
see countless iegions of warning angels
| flash in glittering cohorts over the
| universe, and then to hear the crash
Of the counter-charge of the dusky
| "a, - 1,,I ln hrf,r
ored squadrons are driven back, and
| Cyl'iPs heart shakes within him. Is
hell stronger than heaven? Shall
| wrong conquer right? Michael, the
prince himself, is driven back, and the
licnd, with the face of marred but
never forgotten glory, Is triumphant.
But no; the adamantine swords flash
out again, the dazzling wings cleave
the blue ether, and the vast squadrons
of dusky horror are driven back
back into endless abysses Of chaotic
night
The angel trumpets peal out in
hcart-strring triumph, the music
ceases and Cyril is left alone, his
cheek pressed against the chill, rough
stone and hot tears rushing down his
face. Was the angel combat for a hui
man soul? or was all that tumult of
war only the strife within one narrow
human breast? In that case, he felt
he was undone-his will was too weak;
evil was too strong for him. He could
find no peace, even In that holy place,
He turned and paced rapidly down the
long nave, and offered to q stray
sightsecr, In his abstraction, the strlk-
ing spectacle of an ascetic-looking
young clergyman wearing his hat in
a cathedral.
Young man." said the stranger,
solemnly accosting him, care you
aware that this building Is conse-
cratedw
Cyril flushed, and tore off his hat,
murmuring some words Of eXplana-
| tion. Then he rushed out into sun
shine. where he met his friend, evil
IDENTITY big with tidings.
"Well" he asked, MS lips growing
dry with apprehension.
"Wcll, Maitland, I am afraid it is
Ill tip with the poor fellow There
Is no doubt now; Alma Lee has con
fesscd all"
"All?" asked Cyril, stcady1ng himself
against the stone lnIel of the side
door.
eyes. She was outside the copse
She heard a struggle; Everard rushed
ont. covered with blood and said he
had accidentally struck the fatal blow
In sclf~dcfensc, and implored her to
save him"
"Everard? ID she swear that
Evcrard did it2" asked Cyril, in a
strained, unmusical voice.
Eyes; she Swore to him ut last. Not
that any one ever had the slightest
doubt Poor fellow! he should have
pleaded guilty. After all, what Is
accidental homicide in sclf-dcfenseW
"What indecdH' returned Cyril, in
the same strange voic2, with an un-
usual look in his face.
He was silent for awhile, and his
friend said nothing, sympathizlng with
his trouble Then he pulled himself
from the Intel with an effort, and
walked quickly away. 81 must go to
the court ut once" he said, with quiet
determination.
81 would stay away, IL were YOU"
said the friend. accompanying him
nevertheless. "Aftrr ALL" he added,
with huYdrring attempts at consola-
ton, 1.-The poor fellow has not been to
blame. As for that ENHANCEMENT,
Maitlard, YOU must not Judge 1t from
clerical point of view Tho world
smiles on these youthful follics. As
II medical man in practice, 1t would
have gone against him: but then, he
is not yet In practice. aud every one
knows that young blood Is not iced,
His hlundcr was IN denying 1t. If he
had but pleaded guilty, Mandy would
have let down easily enough. Such 4
magnificent girl, too! Few men but
BraNtcn would have dragged 1t out
OF her. She looked like death when
she said It, You see, she had sworn
to shield him Fancy letting that out
IN the witneSS-hoN!'