The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-06-23

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F0ala sSisS s6eir Husbands
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peror he's No heaea -her win end nissfsbly yet.
God showed his finger this winter. He saw
That That We assrsd man o,s than we feared ahsa
Herod slew.-darea no longe, cling to their own
fesh when that man. demanded them for mas
e.cre; and 50 the cold came and our army per
tho same as already dead. God is weary Of all
this! You shall not 60" cried abe, Gbstinately;
sba ILL.,, not iss You ySu eha y to the
our bravest follows; you shall So to the noun;
tains-to switzerland, and .Catharine and
will 20 with you and remain until this destruc-
Then Aunt Gredei became silent. Instead of
giving Ms an ordinary dinner, she gave us Q
better one than. on CathaRine's birthday. and
said, With the air Of one who hes taken reso-
will soon be.a changer
I returned about four in the evening to
Phalsbourg, somewhat calner than when set
out. But Us went up the Rue de Ia Muni-
tionnaire, heard at the corner of the college
the drum of hesergeant.de-viiie, Harmantier,
and saw throng gathered around him.
just as he began reading proclamation.
Harmantier read that, by the senat,ss- consultas
Of the 81 the I'll the
twas already the 9Th, and only seven days
remained. This upset me completely
The crowd dispersed In the deepest silence
Goulden, "The drawing takes place next
Thursday"
"Ahw he exclaimed, "they are losing no
time; things are pressing"
a N ms nv mi f fl,nt dav
the days following: / oosid scarcely stand. 1
constantly saw myself on the point of leaving
ss nH to
Then thought Of the misery Of Catharine, of
Aunt Gredei. of Monsieur Goulden. Then l
imagined myself marching in the ranks with q
crying out, Forward! Charge bayonets y
while whole files were being swept away.
heard bullets whistle. and th ellis shriek--iu q
word, Lwas in a ptiable state.
:" Be calm, Joseph" sold Monsieur Goullen !;
do not torment yourself thus. think that
of all who may he drawn there are probably
not ten who can give as good reasons You
for staying at home. T he surgeon must be
blind to receive You. Besides, I will see Mon
sie1r the Commanding. Calm yourself"
Thus / passed an entire week almost in q
trance, and when the day of the drawing ar
rived, Thursday morning, 1 was SO pale, 80
envied, 80 to speak. my appearance for their
sons. That fellow" they said, has chance;
ne would drop the first mile Some people are
born under a lucky starr
The town house of PhalsbourS that Thurs
day morning, January 18th, 18Y3, during the
drawing OF the CONSUMPTION, was a sight to be
seem To-day it is bad enough. to be drawn,
to be forced to leave parents, friends, home,
ones cattle and. ones fields, to go and
iearnI God knows where" One! two! one !
arms r. etc., etc. Yes this is all bad enough,
but there is a chance of returning. One can
say with something like confidence, " In seven
years shall see my old nest again, and my
parents, and perhaps my swestheart. shall
have seen the world, and win perhaps have
some titie to be appointed forester or gen
pie. Bot then, If you had the ill-luck to lose
in the lottery, there was an end of you-often
not one In hundred returned. The idea that
you we're only going for time never entered
The enEoNed of Harberg, of Garbourg, and
OF Quatre-Vente were to draw first then those
Of the city, And lastly those Of Wechem and
was OPP early in the morning, and with NV
elbows ON the Workbench watched the pec,
men In cotton caps and short vest6 old women
in jsoketB snd.woolen skirts, bent almost dou-
BILE, with . staff or umbrella under their arms.
Project Of 6aErebcnFR, with his silver collar,
at the =" Red or and they were also looking
Monsieur Gouldsn began work, aIter break
fasting. ate nothing, bat stared and stared
until Monsieur the Mayor Rarpentier and his
coadjutOr eame for Monsieur the Sab Project.
The drawing began at nine, and soon we
heard the clarionet of Pffer-Karl and the
violin of big Andres reeouuding through the
streets. They were playing the March of the
Swedes," an air to which thousands of popr
wretches had left old Alsace for ever. The
conscriPts DANCED, linked arms, shouted until
their voices seemed to pierce the clouds,
stamped on foreground, waved their hats, try
ing to seem joyful while death was at their
hearts. Well, it was the fashion; and big
Andres, withered, stiff and yellow as lockwood,
and his short chubby comrade with cheeks
EXTENDED to their utmost tension, seemed like
people who would lead you to the church Yard
all the while chatting indltferently.
That m6sic, those cries. sent shudder
through any heart.