Waterbury Democrat., 1901-06-04

tell to you. Do not let her know. It might give her pain. I have loved her. That is useless, like all the rest. Give me your hand once more, and then let them do their duty. Turn your head away. It will soon be overv'
 The clear voice of the officer in com mand rang shrilly through the stiffness: "Monseigneur, make your farewell. can wait no longer
 The Seraph started and flung himself round with the grand challenge of lion struck by puny spear. His face flushed crimson; his words were chok- ed in his throbbing throat
 'sAs II live, you shall not fire! I for bid you! I swear by my honor and the honor of England that he shall not die like dog. He is of my country; he is of my order. will appeal to your emperor. He will accord me his life the instant ask it. Give me only an hours reprieve-a few moments space to speak to your chiefs-to seek out your general
 ''It is impossible, monseigneur. Sub init to the execution of the law, or I must arrest you."
 Lyonnesse flung off the detaining hand of the guard and swung round so that his agonized eyes gazed close into the adjutant's immovable face, which before that gaze lost its cold ness and it's rigor.
 ''An hours reprieve-for mercy's sake, grant thatr'
 ''I have said it is impossible" Y ;<, n ', Ir,,crI;cb ,,o1,J, ko1I x,01,ss
 s'He is a soldier who has broken the law. That suffices. I must obey my orders. I regret you should have this pain, but if you do not cease to inter fere my soldiers must make you.'
 Where the guards held him Cecil saw and heard. His voice rose with all its old strength and directness;
 My friend, do not plead for me. For the sake of our common country and our old love, let us both meet this with silence and with courage"
 II The words stung his nearer we'll nigh to madness. He turned on the soldiers with all the fury of his race that slumbered so long, but when it awokeg was like the lions rage. h. vective, entreaty, conjuration, com
  ed passion poured in tumultuous words, in agonized eloquence, from his lips. All answer was a quick sign of the hand, and ere he saw them dozen soldiers were round him, his arms were seized, his splendid frame was held as powerless as a lassoed bulla
 Cecil's eyes strained on him with one IastNlonging look. Then he raised his hand and gave the signal for his own death shot.
 (To Be Continued.D.
 The ChrysaIIs.
 Deathlike the chrysalis hung,
 Closely his woven shroud bound him, Under the sheltering trees,
 Hidden in darkness away.
 Sunbeams were over him flung; All the world shining around him. Blossom and bird andbreeze
 Glad in the 4reyel of day.
 What pain woke him at lasti
 What pang pierced him like sorrow! What fierce struggle that came
 Pending his sheath like a knifeI
 Lo when the anguish is past, What is this glorious morrow Filling his tissues like flame, What is this splendor of life? Who would deny him the doom That brings him this joy of new being, That brings him sky full of light, That brings him the raiment of kings,
 Silken with rainbow and plume,
 That, huttering and flaming and fleeing, Gives, with all heaven for their flight, The wonderful freedom of wings! Harriet Prescott Spofford in Youths Companion.