The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1873-04-19
How Marie Jeanne was Lost and
Found.

round.
''Mon Dieu," said Louise, desnairino,v &c
che threw open the window and looked down
into tne snadowy street, "Mon Dieu. how
black it is this night! And the poor Auyus.
te, he will be killed! feel il? Omen nan
vre Augustel' '''" pau
mere was something the matter with
Louise tonight. She had taken eff the pref
~ White cap that would have told you she
was Marie Jeanne's bonnie, and az she leaned
OUT OF the window she buried both her strong
hands IN the depths of her coarse black hair
ana ciutched it with all her might. Perhaps
the lancied she held Bourbon by the throat.
i'r Louise was staunch Republican and
would have asked no better amusement than
nand to hand to hand conflict with some
one OF the detested race.
CC.. ehe was not the only being in the great
city whose veins boiled just now with the
blood of revolution. All Paris was abroad to-
night, and all Paris was seized with a terrible
madness. Every now and then the dark
street was lighted up by a cleaning torch,
and every now and then the tall old houses
unwillingly re-echoed the cry, ''A bas lie Roi!
Viva la Republiquep' Ever louder and loud
er grew the hoarse murnur in the distance,
an ever nearer and nearer came the feet of
the great, wild crowd, hurrying on with
death in its heart, towards the beautiful pal
ace.
But all the wicked unrest of the mad world
without seemed only to make sleep the
sweeter for little Marie Jeanne. She Law in
her tiny white bed with the dim rays of the
nigh:-lamp refining her paler gold curls into
halo of moOnshine about her pretty baby
face. Her hands were folded on her breast.
for she had fallen asleep over her PRAYERS.
Only four years old and left all alone in the
great storm!
Her father and mother were in England,
whittier they had gone but yesterday on a
hoi lay trip, leaving their little daugher in
what they thought the most faithful of hands,
those of Louise. But the city had gone mad
in an hour, and Louise with it. Who was
now to stand between Marie Jeanne and the
dreadful riot outsider
"UghF' said Louise, shuddering and shut
ting the window with a fierce gesture, sit
frightens me this night shall do murder if
l don't go. 'Vive la Libertev O., the brave
workmeni Hark, hear the guns from the
barricades! % mon Auguste,' 1 60 to help
theep
She came came close to the bed on which
Marie Jeanne lay, and bent over it until her
long black hair almost touched the chld's
face. SLEW peacefully she sleeps, la petite!
How she smiles! One would say she was
walking with the little Jesus in his flower
garden. 1t is sin to disturb her, but can
not leave her, and must CO."
Here-a cry arose from the street.-the cry of
a solitary voice. 1t was "A has Charles
Dix.' 1t stirred Louise to the beart. 81
must CO." she gasped; 'sMy Auguste will
have need of me to help him tear these ril-
aims Bourbons from the thronev'
She approached the little bed. "Ma mig
nonne," she called tendery, for Louise could
make her voice tender sometimes, ''thou
must get up. We are going to take walk;
wilt thou not go withthy Louise?"
Marie Jeanne awoke and looked up at
Louise with innocent, wondering, sleepy,
blue eyes. lis it morning, nurse?" she
asked.
eyes," answered Louise, speaking hurried
ly and roughly. "There, let me put on thy
shoes and stockings. Now thy warm dress
ing-gown. Let me wrap thee in this shawl.
Tnerep'
Louise laid thick cloak over her own
shoulders, tied her cap under her chin, gath
cred the little girl into the folds of great
shawl, and took her in arms. 81 win carry
hands trembled so that she could scarcely lock
the door," though the saints only know when
We shall come back.'
Louise hurried into the street. It was
dark and silent. But only little way off, in
the Champs ElyseeS, the scene was far differ
emit. There, torches were flaming and men
and women were bowling, and shrieking, and
dancing about in CHASTITY joy, and singing
the mad songs of the carnival. And over all
lowered like birds OF prey, the echoes, 'Down
with the Bourbons p 'STo the Palacev'
Louise began to run still hugging Marie
Jeanne close, but the poor baby in kind of
drowsy fright, called out family, so, LOU
Use, where art thou gong? What's the mat
ter r'
g Be quiet, wicked little wretch" said
Louise, fercely plunging the rebellious head
into the depths of the shawl. Marie Jeanne
dared say nothir more, for Louise had a
look IN her eyes that BODIED mischief; SO she
only gave frightened little sob now and
then, and said very softly indeed. lest Louise
the terrible should hear, 81 want my man.
MAJ
Louise dived into the crowd and was swept
on towards the great square, where, years be
fore, another crowd had gathered to rejoice
over the falling of two royal heads. Marie
Jeanne looked out occasionally from her shawl
prison, and her poor little body shook with
fright at what she saw. Horrible eyes glared
at her, she thought blazing torches danced be-
lore her, and came so near sometimes that it
was wonder she was not burned up. She
screamed "Papa! Mammal with all her
strength, but nobody heard or cared to hear.
Even Louise was for once too much occupied
to find time to tell her charge that the black
man would eat her up if she didn't keep still.
Louise was very glad about something, Marie
Jeanne thought. She shook hands with all
the men and called them her brothers. She
kissed all the wonderland asked them for news
Of her Auguste. But nobody knew anything
about him. Marie Jeanne had never seen
her nurse act SO strangely before. She sang
and laughed and cried and shouted, all in a
breath, and Marie Jeanne hid her head and
trembled all over, when once she Kissed forth,
Mort Charles Dixp
The crowd stopped at last before church
In Rue st. Honore. death to the priestsr'
shouted the people. "Death to the priests
and the BourbonsP' r
my brothers," began the leader, tall,
dark man in the blue blouse of a workman,
I'VE will take the priests now and the Bour-
bons at midnight. Let us lose no timer'
che is right?'' shrielSed Louise. Son.
citizens and republicans, to your workr;
The leader continued: "My brothers, cast
your eyes upon the steps of the church and
behold the forms of those who have died in
our cause Have they died unavenged,
and''- H
so mon Dieu,' screamed Louise suddenly.
with voice and look of agony. She rushed
through the crowd and made her way TO the
church door.
Tho workman continued his harangue, but
priests and Bourbons were nothing to Louise
now, for the glare of the torches, in lighting
up the CHASTITY faces upon the steps OF the
church, had shown her one that she knew
but too well.
30 mon Auguste," she sobbed, crouching
down beside the dead man, ''thou art dead,
and /, thy Louise-quick, little wretch this
shawl, thou hast no need Of it! will stallnch
the wound with it. Perhaps he lives yetv'
She unwound the shawl from about Marie
Jeanne's shivcring little body and wrapped it
around the dead workman's bleeding throat.
Then, while the child covered down by her
side on the cold stone, she took the white
face iu her lap and sobbed over it, and kissed
1t, and moaned, ''Tues mort Tues mort p
Down with the priestf' again shouted the
crowd, for the leader had finished bis address.
''On. nv brothers Z, he cried. and sprang ND