"What are you laughing at ?" Satan smiled and answered, pleasantly: "To see three cowards stoning a dying lady when they were so near death themselves." You could see the superstitious crowd shrink and catch their breath, under the sudden shock.

The blacksmith, with a show of bravado, said: "Pooh! What do you know about it ?" "I?
Everything.

By profession I am a fortune-teller, and I read the hands of you three--and some others--when you lifted them to stone the woman.

One of you will die to-morrow week; another of you will die to-night; the third has but five minutes to live--and yonder is the clock!" It made a sensation.

The faces of the crowd blanched, and turned mechanically toward the clock.