Holbrook argus., 1910-01-18

que you pTOI6SS, ana SWeeCeT lar LWljl be to perish in your arms than to finger on to die of grief"
 Still, they may spare you. If you live, here for your hearts com fort l leave 8 constant witness of my love. It is my will and testament, written by my own hand, in which l give you all my worldly goods. And here are our two portraits which have loved to carry married over my heart as we once hoped to be. They must not be profaned. Here is sure hiding-place. Watch me now and re- member"
 ""No need, dear love. Alone shall never find them. If we are spared we may come back for them together"
 being in the next chamber heard all this, but could not see nor guess where the things were hidden.
 Upon this the great long clock in M. de Preville's room struck the three-quarters. and Mile. Alice gave loud cry, for the smashing of the beavy doors by the infuriated rabble caused the whole mansion to tremble, and ere I could spring to the door the rioters had rushed in and fired.
 For me there was little danger. being of the faith; but to save the others was powerless.
 "'The marquis fell, mortally wound ed. "Mercy!" he cried. Mercy for her. She is your own religion" "'"Not so," she exclaimed, q am 1H 1,f- -01, other!"
 And they swore and raved and fired again and laughed when they saw her dying.
 '"Renault." she said, faintly, I've shall find each other. I love you we shall meet again."
 And so she died"
 Here ended the manuscript The marquis was agitated, the marquse was very pale.
 Suddenly in the next room a clear vibrating stroke was heard, the hour sounded, then after an instant's in terval the half.
 The two old people started nerv- ously.
 "Oh, I know" said the marquse Il remember now. It is a long clock, a horologe, which was found to-day in the attics with some other things behind partition I thought the clock so handsome that told Anatole to dust it and have it brought down. He wound it and it seems to be going all right. What events it r.ust have witneSsed-what fateful hours it has sounded"
 The clock struck again. The. mar quis felt an uneasiness which he could not understand. Each stroke of the hour sounded like funeral bell, and he fancied he heard the cries of a woman, shots and the clash of arms.
 The marquise also was troubled She shivered as though awaiting. dreading some event. What, she could not have said.
 Recovering presently from this sort of stupor they began to talk tenderly of their youth and their early love. The marquise took up her favorite theme. They had loved for centuries, she insisted. Falling in with her mood her husband wondered if this
 
 tered the domain of dreams, reality was effaced, and they scarcely remem- bered who they were; they lost count of time, forgot that they Sere old. forgot which century they belonged to. It was as though two souls slipped into space.
 The clock struck one, then the quar- ter and half-past.
 The marquise gave cry; Re nault," she called. Alice" he an swered.
 Pale, frozen with fear, they clung to each other. Their eyes were fixed on invisible dangers, their ears atten- tive to imaginary sounds.
 '"The wilbur portraits are there" said the marquise, passing into tbe other room and pointing to the base of tho clock
 The marquis pressed secret spring which caused a panel to slip aside; parchment fell out and two miniatures lay inside.
 The marquis picked up the parch- ment and read: CT, Renault de Pre- vile, captain of the Guard for the Prince de Condo, do bequeath all my worldly goods to my be.rothed be- fore God, Alice de Riveline Signed Renault de Preville.'"
 "The portraits now!" exclaimed the marquise.
 The marquis took them up and handed them to his wife. We our selves. my dearest, as we were at 20. Is it not miracle?"
 No" she said. softly, when hearts are true, death itself cannot dissolve the tie. You see it is as I have al- ways told you, we have loved each other for centuries"