The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-03-21

,,;s fortune their tone Is lar dihei'n'' a.,
There. there, Catherine; you a'e " auN r.,
ING: everything is black to YOU At
tnrbs me most is not receiving any new ~ 6
without: we are living here as IN county
savapes :: we know nothing OF "na' 10 son,7 y
IN abroad. The Austrians OF the Cose"0A' 3;
mi ebt fall upon us at any momen'' anu W" ,
taken completely by surprise .,.
Hullin observed that as he spoke 'no
woman,s look became anxious, ana oesp,'O
himself be felt tue Influence OF the 'ears DIV
spoke of. Goo
| .Iistep, Catherine" said he suddenly 90
long "a YOU talk reasonably l shall NOT ea'u'"'
Won You speak of things thab are P''
! sible. l do not br lieve they Will attain '''
bpt il is better to set our hearts at ease. u"
tended going to Phalsbourg this week. sha.'
! SGT ont tomorrow. In snch clty-one p'''
is. moreover, post-station-they shonio hA'e
certain tidipgs of what is going on VIII so'
,.,i.ve the newsI bring back T.
II will"
Then it is understood. Will start cary
morrow morning. 1t is i've leagues OH.
have returned by about six In tue u or e.,
. sha,, see. Catherine, that your mournfui
notions lack reason"
ar hone SOL said She rising 'indeed hope
90 You have somewhat reassnred me- 'e"n
Claude, and may sleep better than o'u iA''
' nrht. Good night, an-Claude.
! CHAPTER III.
8 The next morning at daybreak hui''n' ~
. his pray cloth Sunday small clothes, his ample
p brown velvet coat, his red vest with IT'S coPpo'
buttons, his head covered with BIS MOUNTAIN
! GERS slonched hat, the broad brim turned up
in front over his rudy face, TOOK the roau ~
III,
# Phalsbourg, stout staff IN his hand.
Phalsbourg is small fortified city on Tue
a imperal road from Strasbourg to Par's. II
#, commands the slope of Saverne, the denies VI
u Haut-B4rr OF Roche-Piate, Bonne-fontal'e
"a and Graufthal. Its bastions, advanced "oi ~
,s and delni-lunes zig gag over a rocky p'"
I, teau: affair off you would think you conl" c'ea
f. the walls at IA bound; a nearer approach sho"
= a ditch hundred feet wide and thirty 0etP
.r and hey ond the dark rampaTts cnt III the voc
a itself Ali the rest of the city, save the TOW
MS hall, the two gates of France and "rrhihn
Ter with their pointed arches and the tops OF u
hit two magazines, is concealed behind the s'a'i
EN- Such is the little city, which 10 not lack'ns
nd a certain kind of grandeur, especially WIG
we we cross its bridges and pass its heavy gaze
the studded with iron spikes. within the wall
m the houses are low, regularly built OF cut ston
in straight streets. a military atmospne'
the pervades everything.
old Hulin, whose robust health ana joyous u
Us ture gave him little for the future, pusn'
But pavly onward, IegaI ding the stories of defe
ort and invasion which filled the air as so maj
ole malicious Inventions. Judge, then, of his st
him nefaction when, on coming in sight of t
sly, town, he saw that the clock-tower stood
longer, not a garden or an orchard, not wa
.es ! or bush could he see; everything with
bes cannon shot was utterly destroyed. "A ~
erg, wretches were collecting 'ne re"a'uips p'o'
To of their cottages to carry them to the cl
Nothing coud be seen to the verge of the ho
ure; ION bot the lines of the ramparts. Jean-ClaE
IN, l was thunderstrnck; for d few moments
Dol, could neither urrer a word nor advance 81
bis "Aha" he mnttered at last. things are
not going well. The enemy is expected"
re- Then his warrior instincts rising his bro
my checks flushed with anger.
y of cit is those rascal Austrians, and Pruss''
what and Russians, who have caused all this
reats cried, shaking his staff; "but let them
ware They shall rue it!'
with His wrath grew as he advanced. Tw'
sor- minutes later he entered the city at the en-
arine a long train of wagons, each drawn by h'
were ak horses and dragging enormous trunk
and trees, destined to form block-house Vi
Place d'Arnes. Between drivers, peas
, said and neighing. struggling, kicking horse
but mounted Genddrme, r tner heis' foue u
70 ma seeming to hear nothing of the tumult arc
but ever and anon saying, in deep
asense voice:
Courage! my friends, courage! W.
make two journeys more before night, an
fevre! will have. deserved well OF your country
thing, Jean-Claude crossed the bridge.
A new spectacle presented itself with
apron, wallis. All were absorbed in the work Q
ldenly, fence. Every gate was open. Men, vi
and children labored, ran, or helped to
'ill tell po der and shot. Occasionally, grou
masters three, four, or half dozen would coll
Mother hear the news.
ed with Neighbours" one would say, " couri
visions arrived at full speed. He entered b
or real French gate"