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I could look no longer on that hellish scene It seeth, all manhood, had deserted me before the utter helplessness of our position There was nothing left except useless sacrifice--a le, the sole reward death under the war-club or by torture God knows it was not ht of her which so unnerved me, so paralyzed body and mind The Puritan dropped his heavy hand on my shoulder

"Great Jehovah," he muttered, "look there!"

How he ever made it I know not; how he ever crept on tortured stu the dark, rocky tunnel; how he ever succeeded in penetrating unscathed that howling es--yet there, in the very lare, his pallid, girlish face uplifted, but concealed beneath the shadow of his cowl, the silver cross gleaht, beside Eloise, knelt the black-robed Jesuit Amid the sudden hush of surprise I overheard his voice, fearless, cal woreat brute struck at hiure reeled sideways to the force of the blow, but the words of prayer did not cease, nor his grasp on her hand relax Rallying from their astonishment, the warriors crowded in upon the to the floor I saw a brandishing of clubs, a glitter of spears, yet the poor fellow ca for support on the woman's shoulder It was all in a flash of tie we could scarcely co above the babel, which ceased suddenly I glanced involuntarily toward Naladi She stood leaning forward, her hands gripping the stone parapet, conflicting eleahter upon the motionless Queen, they revealed a look of perplexity, almost fear, in her cold eyes What held her speechless? Was it remembrance of another life, when the stern word of the Church had been law? or was she uilty soul swayed by superstitious terror? She was all too strange a riddle for , but soeful cries of her savage followers died away into threatening murmurs; the père remained motionless, one hand on Eloise's bowed head, his white face shadowed by the hood, cal her who had commanded quiet Slowly he lifted one aresture, his white extended hand see to have in it the authority of co, painted faces all about, the slight figure stood erect and fir witness to his earnestness, and never wavering from Naladi's scornful face