The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-05-02

with an absent air.
"Wbat ails you, Mother Lefevre 7" asked
! Jean Claude. ever since morning you have
| been sad and thoughtful. Is this your rejoicing
| over vctory"
The old woman looked mp, and slowly push-
ing the linen from her, replied:
"True, Jean-Claude; I am anxious"
Anxious! About what! The enemy is in
full retreat, and Prantz Materne, whom sent
to watch them. and all Pivrette's aud Jerome's
and Labarbe'a couriers report hat they are re-
turning to Mutzig. Old Materne and Kasper,
after having buried the dead, learned at Grand
fontaine that not o white coat is to be seen to-
ward Saint Blaize-la- Roche. All this proves
that our dragons of the Spanish wars gave
! them a warm reception on the Senones road,
and they fear 10 be turned by way of Schir-
meek. see no reason for uneasiness, Csthe-
rine."
And Hullin gazed at her with q look of in
quiry.
"Yoa will laugh at me again, Jean Claude"
said she; II have had a dream"
"A dreamw
Eyes; the same that I dreamed at Bots de-
Chenes."
Her voice grew louder, and, before Hullin
Say what you will, Jean-Claude, a great
peril hangs over US. Yes, yes, all this seems
senseless, and is only dream. But it was not
dream; it was what had passed, and what I
saw again and recognized in my sleep. Listen (!
We were as we are to-day-after great vic
tory where I know not-in q sort of huge
| wooden hut, crossed by strong beams and de-
| Tended by palisades. We were secure aud care
| less. All whom 1 saw around me 1 knew.
There were You, Marc-Dives Old Duchene, and
many others-old men, long aimee dead-my
! father and old Hugo Rochart of Harberg, the
| uncle of him who has just died. all in gray
! blouses, and with long boards and bare necks.
We were rejoicing and drinking from great
vessels of red earth, when q cry arose, The
enemy are returning1 And Yegof, on horse
back, his beard streaming in the wind, his
crown surrounded with spikes, an axe in his
hand, and his eyes glittering like o VOLTS, ap-
peared before me. / rushed at him with q
stake he awaited me, andHI saw no more.
But felt sharp pain at my throat; cold
blast struck my face, and it seemed as if my
head was swinging at the end of a cord. Yegof
had hung il to his saddle and was gallopipg
away" The old woman ended her story in
such a tone of belief that brave Jean-Claude
shuddered.
There few minutes of silence; then
Huilin, rousing himself, replied:
at was but a dream. 1, too, have horrible
ones. 1t was the noise, the shrieks, the terror
of yesterday tormenting you, Catherine"
Mop she answered firmly, as she resume
her work sit was not that. In good truth
during the whole of the battle-even when
the cannon Numbered upon ns-I feared moth
ing; was sure we would be victorious, TO,
that, too had seen. But now fear"
"But the Austrians have evacuated Schir
meek; all the line of the vosges is defended
we have more men than we need, and still
more are arriving every moment"
mo matter'
Hnllin shrugged his shoulders.
Come, come, Catherine! Yon are feverish
Try to calm yourself and dispel such gloom,
thoughts. l laugh at all these dreams as
J would Mt the Grand Tark with his pine anG
blue stockings. We have men, munitions anc
defences, and these are better than tie rosies
colored Dreams"
You mock me, n-Caude.n
mo; but to hear woman of sound sense
} OF courage and determination, talk as you do
makes one indeed think of Yegof, who boast
that he has been living sixteen hundred years.
who knowsp said the old woman obsti
nately. "He may remember what Others hay
8 forgotten"
Hullin proceeded to relate his con versatior
of the day before with Yegof. at the bivosac
: thinking thus to dispense her gloom but see
ing that she was inclined TO agree with tn
fool on the score of the sixteen centuries. tn
good man at length ceased, and paced the room
with bowed head and anxious brow. "Sbe
becoming mad" he thought another shook
and her mind is gone"
: Catherine, after silence, seemed abon
again to speak, when Louise tripped into tn
room, crying
Q Mamma Lefevre, Mamma Lefevre, lette
from Gaspardw
Then the old woman, whose lips had bee,
; pressed tight together in her indignation a
/ Hullin's ridicufe, lifted her head and the sbar,
= lines of her face softened.
She took the letter and, gazing at the "a,
g SEAL said to the young girl:
kiss me, Louise it bears good tidings."
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