Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-04

 caught sight of last nights letter, which had clean forgotten. o,Y .,;d ~, tb. ;,,,u,s. ",o ,;v. th. letter to your sister, when l am gone-or," added, in d less assured tone, If aught should hap to me
 Now comes that scene of my life which, to look back on is more like the confusion of dream than aught that could have happened.
 was conducted by Julian into long room on the ground floor Some dozen people were grouped at the end of 1t, conversng Tn low tones. AS entered silence fell. All eyes were upon me I saw Julian meant for me to advance; and ad- vanced All saw wore the sprig of the rowan-berry at their breasts.
 The devil that had spoken for me before spoke up Gentlemen" sad I, q glad to be here among ye But is given me to understand that our time is short would be best that ye should speak first and tell me your plans, for have come hther, take i, to do your will.
 There reply.
 "Pray, gentlemen" I began again-and the true Chevaer could scarce have delivered himself with finer mixture of urbanity and command.
 As upon my entrance quick silence fell upon them and into this silence came voice. Rachels voice. Like the far lament of the pipe in the hills. it stole in pure sweetness 10 my ear; yet before heard its message knew it spoke my doom.
 "Treachery" it said And again: "Treacheryp We are betrayed bestrayedW The cry wailing towards us from the passage Now she stood on the threshold, her delicate hand the sleeve of young man who went beside her m silence. .# in her sweet singsong-she spoke again:
 You all betrayed, and it is my fault! That man it was brought him into your mdst-he is spy Here is our Prince"
 Clamor sprang up again; deep murniurs Again she controlled all First we must secure his safety That man has our secret he must die "Pray gentlemen" said the Prince very quietly, put up your swords do not wish to have blood split in my presence.
 "Mr Drummond," he added, then addressing Julian, Twill you give the favor of your attention for a few moments apart?"
 La1 aud her hands, took yet step to me, and dropped her sweet voiced hatred into my ear;
 You must die oh, you must die Don't think you escape death | T see my brothers blood upon your handsw I would like to have uttered the words. Kill me then you but I stricken dumb by the rapid and constant succession of events when gentleman en- tered causing much surprise and confusion among the consprators.
 Murray" exclaimed the Chevaier, in tones of re- lief
 The newcomer, middle-aged man of extraordi- nary masterful appearance, cast flaming look from face to face to end upon the Princes. f Aye, Chevalier," he said in low rapid voice, "youvc done finely this time with your secret voyage. Aye, and done we'll for the cause too !- Wretched boobies!" he turned back upon the boys, splitting the words in his rage you'd be having your too slow and too cautious and you'd lure your Prince into the heart of danger in spite of us!-Death! You'd be setting up the throne again, such as you! And 'tis to the whipping block I'd send yer
  changing indescribably, he lifted thin voice:
 By the Rood, l am too late The mischiefs done r The echo of cry unnaurally cut into dumbness in our ears. In the garden the shuttle of foot steps and the repeated clicks of swords and hrcocks could be heard and before the lapse of many minutes the cry of command from without caused death- like stiffness in the room and the entrance of four uniformed men, and of soldiers in the passage behind them. Twas then that the divine suggestion that was to redeem me sprang. into my mind. l saw, now. as in HaSb houp tof baSpu | hero; pass for my Liege in earnest and take his danger to myself. Rising, called out commandingly: Surely, gentlemen, is not God with us! Draw, my friends and let your Prince lead you!" So saying l drew with flourish, and hurled my self upon the foremost officer.
 Before my point could reach him. felt as if rock had been cast against my breast, dashing me- as 1t were. down some sudden yawning precpice. And as fell, heard the crash as of world exploding into the reverberating echoes of which rang the words: His blood Is on his head"
 It many weeks later that l myself had the last words of that circumstantial enigma. Then learned how chahng in weary reaction month after month at Gravelines-in consequence of the failure of Roquefeuille's expedition against Engand-thc young Prince had allowed himself to be tempted by the enthusiastic pledges of band of hot headed High land youths, and had come to lend his personal sanction to oyalist movement.
 But, be it as it may. had it not been for me-wfom you may we'll, in truth style the Young Pretender of that day-there would have been Preston Pans no Hoyrood and no Cuoden.
  the Chevaier's immediate safety and not creature (save one) thought of seeing whether breath re- maned ill him who had proved himself the best loyalst of them all
 But she, Rachel-true heart, whether in hate or in 1ove-hew like bird to my side
 I have dim visions of the days that followed In spite of the pain and fever they sweet.
 Her tender face comes between and the void her exquisite hand alone holds back and fate gives me the precious revenge to hear the croonng voice that once demanded my death bid me again and again to live.
 Then there falls evening when Rachel confesses that she would have pierced my heart only the blade resisted her T would have plunged 1t in your heartl" she croons.
 Then tell her she had already reached my heart more surely; and watch the trembling of her grave, wistful lip and am deeply happy.
 In her mystic way she will have it that it was writ ten ir heaven that her house should save the Prince a, this moment of $ deadly peril Therefore was if destined for Alsta to mistake for his messenger Therefore. above all I held in silence when I ought to have spoken.
 Ii would Ill become me would if not. to quarrel with SO pous and comforting eonclusioni