men are witnesses for God, and are testifying against Anti-christ.

"We say that these men would _appear_ to be Enoch and Elijah, and not
Moses and Elijah, as some, in the old days before the Rapture, had
supposed. The allusion to water turned to blood, in the eleventh
chapter of Revelation (which treats of God's two witnesses) very
probably led some writers to connect the _first_ of the two witnesses
with Moses--since Moses turned water into blood.

"The main point of identification, we think, in the case of these two
witnesses, however, lies in the fact that since it is appointed unto
men _once_ to die, the two witnesses must needs be men who have never
passed through _mortal_ death. _Moses did die_, hence it seems to us
that he was disqualified from being one of the two witnesses, both of
whom have presently to pass through mortal death in the streets of
Jerusalem. Now Enoch and Elijah did not pass through mortal death,
hence we believe the event will prove that these two witnesses are
Enoch and Elijah.

"Each day that we pen this particular column we are conscious that it
may be the last we shall pen, hence our anxiety to warn all our readers
against the Anti-christ, and his lie--the strong delusion of 2
Thessalonians II 12."

For a few moments longer Ralph wrote on in this strain, then, just as
he had completed the last sentence, his special Tape-wire rang him up.
He summoned Charley to carry his _M.S._ sheets to the comp. room. With
a word to his Secretary, (who was divided from him by one thickness of
wall only, communication being by a 'phone,) he turned to his Tape.

[1] The Apocalypse, by Joseph A. Seiss, D.D. p. p. 401.

CHAPTER V.

CRUEL AS THE GRAVE!

Lucien Apleon's eyes held the cold, cruel malignity of a snake. His
brows were cold, straight, unruffled. His smile held the polished
brutality of the most Mephistophelian Mephistopheles.

Judith Apleon knelt at his feet, her beautiful face working painfully.
A smile as cruel as his mouth crept into his eyes as he noted her
grovelling, as he watched the anguish in her face.

She shuddered as she saw that smile creep into his eyes. She had seen
it before--more than once. The first time had been among the glorious
mountains of her beautiful Hungarian home. An old peasant woman, with
the reputation of a witch, had scowled upon him, and had uttered a
curse on him. The spot where the three had met was in a lonely pass.
At the uttera