The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-03-02

prlVAtlOns, gulOlng MS han0S, making
him drink. and inducing him to eat all
the good things provided. Then, en-.
livened by the repast, in the ease of his
warm room. the north wind without
whirling the snow in the windows, the
old cuirassier recalled his campaigns in
the north, and recounted to us, for the
hundredth time, the sad retreat from
Russia, when they were compelled to eat
frozen biscuit and horse flesh. ssUnder.
stand that, my child, we ate the horse!
knew that she understood it we'll. For
two months she had eaten nothing else
Day by day now, as the convalescence
progressed, our task with the sick man
became more difficult. The numbness of
all his senses and his limbs, which had
served us so we'll heretofore, began to dis
appear. Two or three times recently the
terrible broadsides at the Maillot gate
made him spring to his feet, with ears
erect like dog in the chase. We were
obliged to invent last victory for Ba-
zaine at Berlin, and tell him that the SAL
vos were fired in honor at the Hotel Of
the Invalides. Another day we had plac-
ed his bed near the window I believe it
was the Thursday of Buzenval. He saw
very distinctly the National Guard, which
was 1nassed upon the avenue of the Grand
Army.
''What do those troops there, now?" de-
manded the good man; and we heard him
muttering between his teeth: ''Bad posi-.
ton bad position!'
He did nothing else, but we understood
that hereafter it would be necessary to
exercise the utmost precautions. Unfor
tunately they were not taken soon
enough. One evening as I arrived the
child calne to ne in much trouble. "To-
morrow they entcr!' she said. Was she
to open the chamber of her grandfather!
The fact is, since | come to think of it,
am reminded that he had an extraordi.
expression on his face this evening. 1t is
possible thai he has understood US. We
spoke only of the Prussians; he thought
OF the French, and the triumphal entry
which he has awaited soIlong; MacMahon
descending the avenue in his best, with
flourish of trumpets; his son at the
Marshal's side, and the old man on the
balcony, in the full dress of
Lutzen, saluting the tattered flags
and the eagles grimed with powder. Poor
Father Jouye! He was no doubt think,
ing that we would prevent him from as.
sisting at the movement Of our troops
as he must avoid too much excitement
also to be careful that he should speak to
no one. But the next day, at the hour
when the Prussian forces were fearfully
assailing the long way which leads to the
Maillot gate of the Tuileries, the window
above was quietly opened, and the Colo.
mel appeared upon the balcony in his he'll
met, with his great saber, and all the
glorious uniform of an ancient cuirassier
of Millaud. I wondered greatly what
effort of the will, what surprise of life
had placed him uniformed, and on his
feet. It was certain that he was there
behind the balustrade, astonished to find
the wide avenues so quiet, the
blinds closed, and Paris somber as vast
pest house. There were flags everywhere,
but they were so odd all white, with the
red cross, and no one to go and meet our
soldiers. For moment he thought he
was mistaken. But no! down there be-
hind the Arch Of Triumph was confused
noise, dark line advancing into the
light. Then gradually the spiked he'll
NETS, glistening, the little drums of Jena
guiding the march. and under the Arch of
the Star, keeping time to the heavy steps
of the battalions and the rattle of the sa-
bers, played the triumphal march of Schu-
bert.
Then in the sad silence Of the place
cry was heard-a terrible cry.
TO arms! to arms! the Prussians and
the four uhlans of the advance guard,
CHANGING up to the balcony, saw grand
old man stagger, throw up his arms, and
fall stiff. This time Colonel Jeuve was
really dead.
Uncle Heb.
From the Detroit Free Press.1
His full name was Hebdon Wright Tur-
ner, but everybody called him ''Heb.''
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