hand, looked a moment into her eyes, kissed her, and said, "Good-by."
"Good-by," she called, running by his side, "Good-by!" A change had come over her. She had the pallor of a marble figure, and her eyes fairly glared.
"Why," inquired her friends of one another, "what does Madeline Le Blanc mean, running and calling so."
"Good-by," she called again, loud enough for hundreds to hear, "Kill the King for The People!" She stopped suddenly, threw her arms into the air and sank to the ground, almost at the feet of Doctor Satiani, with the words "Kill the King!" on her lips.
Joseph saw nothing of what had happened, but marched on to await the arbitraments of war.
The crowd gathered round Madeline and raised her from the ground.
"Who is this girl?" was the inquiry.
The question was asked Doctor Satiani.
"How should I know? I have no rebels among my friends," he growled in reply.
"Rebels, Rebels!" the men and boys shouted, "He calls us rebels!" and sev-
