ures, and comic cuts upon their lives, their death,
their oft-repeated warnings, were printed and sold in the streets of
the city.

It was the evening of the fourth day after the setting up of the image
in the Temple, and three and a half days since the Witnesses were
slain. A last, a final public function before the dispersal of the
kings, and others specially gathered for the coronation, and other
ceremonies, had been arranged for 6 o'clock in "The Broadway."

Apleon, and the other kings had gathered. The trumpeters had blown one
blast upon their silver instruments, when a cry of horror burst from
the gathered multitudes. For the bodies of the Two Witnesses suddenly
stood upon their feet.

They were facing Apleon, as they stood up. Their eyes met his
startled, fearsome gaze. His face was deathly pale. A tomb-like hush
of awe and fear was upon the gathered peoples.

Suddenly, overhead, _three_ deep notes, like thunder rolled through
space. The multitude thought it was thunder, the resurrected Witnesses
knew it for the voice of their Lord, crying "_Come up hither!_"

And instantly their bodies rose in the sight of all the people. No
awning was spread over the square, this evening, and every eye beheld
the ascent of the resurrected saints, a wondrous cloud seeming to
upbear them upon its billowy whiteness.

An overwhelming fear fell upon everyone. The arranged kingly function
was suspended. Yet still the people remained. It was as though they
were spell-bound.

And while everyone waited, wondering and fearing, a low, deep rumbling
was heard beneath their feet. Then the earth trembled, and rocked.

For one long, shuddering instant every voice was hushed, horror got
hold of the people. Then in a moment yells and shrieks of terror
escaped men and women alike. From the roofs of the houses there came
piteous cries for help, for, with the trembling of the earth, the
houses rocked like children's houses of cards.

It grew dark, and bewildered by the sudden awfulness of the whole
situation, and maddened by the hopelessness born of the sense of
insecurity of even the foot of ground upon which each stood, the mob
rushed blindly hither and thither. Panic, in its most hideous form got
hold of them. In their blind, unseeing rushes they collided with each
other, and a score of fierce passions leaped to life within them, chief
of which was a lust for war. Madly, savagely, senselessly, neither
knowing or cari