The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-06-30

lille. You WALL be sent OacA an ouH 49,, a.
ill soon see that you cannot make long b
While he spoke, 1 sat silently sobbing, my o
aI At last he arose and took from closet sol;
lier's knapssck of cowskin, which no place f
,pon the table. looked at him, thinking Oh b
Here is your knapsack," he added "and
have nut in it all that you require two linen /
shirts, two flannel waistcoats, anu all the ress. ]
You will receive At Mnse nssa: 'T but have
,nade for YOU. some shoes, for nothing is worse
ttan those given the soldiers, which are almost
always Of horse hide and Gna,e Dour leg my
He placed the knapsack upon the table anu
Without, we heard the Italians making ready
to depart. Above us, Captain Vidal was giving
his orders. He had his horse a. tne oar!acns
Of the gendarmeIie, and was ieaag ms h;s
Hll this hustle and movement produced
effect 1nt hee ety As
in the greatest distress. the door opened anu
Catharine entered weeping, while Mother Gre,
a cried Sa these ysa would
Wy Would sHi' Sos fbs sHs I'm me-"
"Mother Gredel," replied Monsieur Gonlnen,
to 90 to do his duty is not SO great an evii as
these cries and reproaches, which serve no good
purpose, you would do better to comfort and
'" Sxh r said Sic; do not reproach him, al
thou oh this is terrible"
. Catharine did not leave me; she sat oy me
; and we embraced each other, and she said'
nressinp nv arm, " You will return"
Yes yes1 said, 1, in a low voice. And you
you viii always think of me; you Will not
She answered, sobbng, 10, no! will
l4qzas aaRY haha of hour, when the
!. doer opened, and Captain Vidal entered MS
cloak rolled like q hunting:horn over his
! ! :" WeT,a said he," well; how goes oar young
Y nani'
"Ah!" remarked the captain you are max
!. mssn,Ier when l departed for, the army. We
o Then raising his voice. he said, "Come
n come, young man. courage! We are no longe'
!. children" ..
u "I see it ALL" said he to Monsieur Goulden
5, al can understand why he does not want
< go" .. -, -. .ddad
n Owe have yet twenty minutes before start
d ing" and, throwing o glance at me, Do no
d fail to be at the FIRST call. young man." said he
il pressing Monsieur doutden.s hane:
= He went out, and we heard his horse paving
ia at the door. .
10 The morning was overcast, and ,g grief over
whemed me IoGp i nos i Ths irnms were al
~ collected in the square. Monsieur donioen
- taking the knapsack by its straps, said In
~ grave voice, Joseph, now the last embrace;
sR / stood up, pale as ashes. He fastened th
on knapsack to my shoulders. Catharine satsot
Greae hi looked d on with lips compressed.
for The roll continued fer time, then suddenl
nd ceased.
sieur Gouldeu, embracing me. Then the foul
of tains of his heart burst forth tears sPrang
Of his eyes, and calling me bis Child h's son.
nd. "1 Aapt Gredoi seated herself again, md a.
cir bent toward her. taking my head beswe , !
abe Ssb ,Sv'a 1Gu
ed. 90, me cause Of grief-and now you must
Its. o Godi o God"
,on wept no longer; ,.,...d ~. r looked
,er. moment at Catbarine, who stood nStionie
bot I rushed to her and threw myself on ner neg
,er She still kept her seat Then turned quo, "n
nen to 20, when she cried, In heart-oreaKtnB Ton
the I looked back. We threw ourselves in
} at each others arms. and for some minutes s
leave her, and placed her in the arm cha
ned and rushed out Of the house.
are Twas already on the square, in the midst
a. ~ the Italians and of o crowd OF people cry
. - for their Sons or brothers. saw nothin8
'uid WI When the drums began again, look
six around, and saw that was between hmpiSe a
nss Their parents stood before MS, weeping as
t e%s their funeral. To the right near the tov
'Hat hail. Captain Vidal, on his little gray hoT
'no' was conversing with two infantry officers.
NV sergeants called the roll, and We answer E
,rGs They called Zebede, Furst, KliPfef, Bertf
1,ge we answered like the others. Then the CT
', S.a tain gave the word, March !" and We we
,, lue two abreast, toward the French gate.
siS H At the corner Of Spitzs bakery, an old '
is5 map cried, in choking voice, from windc
link ~ 81 zaheS.,s crandmotbor His Inns FIR,
'cop bledS He waved his head without replyi
IaGS and passed on with downcast face:
saLd / shnddcrcd at tho thought of passing
ell! home, As.we nearod it, my knees trcmbl
snt and heard some one call At t the T TiGGSw
Ten. therattie OF the drums. completely drow,
-" tue voices.
" yIia children ran after US, shouting, TIL
bHt ,oes Joseph. there goes klipfel"
1"r Itn,,cr the French gate the men gus
, S drawn up in Hne.on each side, gazed on u
the we passed at shoulder arms we passed
nnr l.outposts, and the drum ceased 1l"y'hg as
s.:x, s-sls4 :. the right. Nothing was Lear"