New Orleans Republican., 1873-04-20
now MARIE JEANNE WAS LOST AND
FOUND.


HOW MARIE JEANNE WAS LOST AND
FOUND.
Mon Dieu." said Louise, despalringIy,
as she threw open the window and looked
do wn into the shadOwy street. Mon Dieu,
how black II is this night And the poor
Auguste. he will be killed. ! feel 1t .
mon pauyre Auguste -
There was something the matter with
Louise 10 night. She bad taken on the
pretty white cap that would have told you
she was Marie Jeanne's b0hae. and as she
leaned out of the winuow she buried both
her strong hands i'll the depths Of her coarse
black hair and clutchsd it with all her
might. Perhaps she fancied she held a
bourbon by the throat. for Louise was
staunch Republican and would have asked
DO better amusement ;han hand 10 han6
conflict alth some one OF the detested race.
But she was no! the only beng IN the
great city whose veins boiled just now with
the blood of revolution. All !drls was
aboard to-Gight, and all Paris was seized
with e terrible madness. Every now and
then the dark street was lighted up By IL
cleaning torch, and every now and then
the tall old houses unWilhngly Te'ch0ed
the cry, - bas 10 Roi' IIve Ia R"pub
li9ue ~ Ever louder and louder grew the
hnarse murmur in the distance. and ever
nearer and nearer came the feet G3 the
great, wild crowd, hurrying Oh with death
in its heart. toward the beautiful palace.
But all the wicked unrest OF the mad
world without seemed only 30 make sleep
the sWeeter for little Pare Jeanne She
lay in her tiny white bed with the dim rays
of the night lamp refining her paler gold
curls into halo Sf moenshine about her
pretty baby tace. Her hands were folded
on her breast, for che had fallen asleep over
her prayers. Only four years old and left
ali alone in the great storm.
Her father and mother were III England.
whittier they had gone bu' Yesterday on
holiday trip. leaving their little daughter
in v hat they thought the most faithful OF
hands, those of Louise. But the city had
gone mad in an hour, and Louise with il.
Who was now % stand between Marie
Je"nne and the dreadful ri0t outside.
''Igh!' said Louise, shuddering and shut
ting the window with p fierce gesture, 1T
frightens me this night shall do murder
if don't go. 'Vive la liberte" ., the brave
woIkmen! Hark, hear the guns from the
barricadet: %, mon Anguste. go TO help
thee
She came close 20 the bed on which Marie
Jeanne lay, and bent over it until ter lcng,
black hair almost touched the child's face.
How peacefully she sleeps, la petite How
she smlle,. One would say she was walking
with the little Jesus in bis flower garden.
1t is q sin to disturb her, but can not leave
her. and must go.
Here a cry arose from the street.-The cry
OF q solitary voice. IT was, "A bas Charles
Din" 1t stirred Louise TO the heart. -!
must CO." she gasped; My Auguste will
have need Of me to help him tear these
giLdiaS BouroOns from the throne
a hr. oCha . ha tIff t,nS Ia
mignonne," she called, tenderly, for Louise
could make her voice tender sometimes.
"thon must get up. We are going TO take
q wax: wilt thou not go with thy Iouise!'
Marie Jeanne awoke and looked up at
Louise with innocent, wondering. sleepy.
blue eyes. "ls il morning, nurse =" khe
asked.
Yes" answered Louise. speaking hur-
riedly and roughly. There, let me put on
thv shoes and stockings. Now thy warm
dressing gown. Let me wrap thee il this
shawl. There
Louise laid thick cloak over her own
shoulders. tied her cap under her chin,
gathered the little girl into the folds OF IA
great shawl. and took her III her arms. ~
will carry the key with me-" she muttered.
while her hands trembled so that she cOnld
scarcely lock the door, though the saints
only know when we shall come back"
Louise hurried into the street. /. was
dark and silent. But only a little way of.
in the Champs Elysees, the scene was far
different. There, torches were flaming and
men and women were bowling and shliek-
ing, and dancing about III CHASTITY JOY,
aud singing the mad songs of the carnival.
And over all hoyered. like birds Of prey.
the echoes, Down with the Bourbons: !:
ITO the palace
Louise began to run sill hugging Marie
Jeanne close, but the poor baby IL kind OK
d1owsy fright. called out family. 20.
Louise where art thou going! What's the
matter!'
BE quiet, wicked little WRETCH said
Louise tiercely plunging the rebellious
head into the depths of the shawl. Marie
Jeanne dared say nothing more, for Louise
had look in her eyes that boded mischief;
SO she only gave e frightened little sob
now and then, and said very softly indeed.
lest Louise the terrible should hear. Il
want my mamma
Louise dived into the crowd and Has
swept on toward the great square. wh"re.
years before. another crowd mad gath red
TO rejoice over the falling of two loyal
heads. Marie Jeanne looked ont occa son
aly from her shawl prison, and her poor
little body shook with fright at what the
saw. Horrible ewes glared at her: she
though. blazing torches danced be fore her,
and came so near sometimes that il wae q
wonder che was not burned up Sac
screamed Papa. Mamma with all h'r
strength, but nobody heard or cared to heai.
Even Louise was for once too much OccG-
pied to find time 10 tell her charge that the
black man would eat her up If she didn't
keep still.
Louise we. very glad about eomethinc.
Marie Jeanne thought. She shook hands
with all the inpn and called them her
brothers. She kissed all the women ana
asked them for news Of her Auguste. But
nobody knew anything about him. Marie
Jeanne had never seen her nurse act 50
STRANGELY before. She sang and laughed
and cried and shouted, all il breath. and
Marie Jeanne hid her head and trembed
all over. when once she hlssed forth. Mort
a Charles Dix
The crowd stopped at last before church
in the Rue St. HunOre. Death TO The
priests" shouted the people. " Death to
the priests and the BOuI bons" :"
'My brothers" began the leader. a tail.
dark man in the blue blouse Of workman.
I'VE Will take the priests now and the Bour-
bons al midnight. Let us lose no time
He is righti" sbrieked Louise. ION.
citizens and republicans, to your work y
The leader continued: my brothers. cast
your ewes upon the steps of the church and
behold the forms Of those who have died in
our cause: Have they died unavenged.
and" -
"Omv God" screamed Louise suddenly,
With voice and look of agony. She rushed
through the crowd and made her way to
the church door.
The. workman continued his harangup
t,ut PRIESTS and BOurbons we're nothing to
Louise row, for the glare of the torches, in
lighting up the ghastly faces upon the steps
of the church. had shown her one that she
knew but too well.
80 mon Auguste." she sobbed. croucLing
down beside the dead man. Thou art dead,
and /. thy Louise-quick. little wretch
this shawl. thou hast no need of it ! will