The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-05-09
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Then, finding themselves more composed
they tried to reach the road, when they saw
the doctor and five or six partisans coming to
meet them.
"Ahl you needn't cry, Louise" said Lor-
aain; lyon are q dragon, n little Amazon.
Your heart seems now in your throat, but we
saw all. And, by the by, whore are my pistolsf'
As he spoke, the thicket separated, and tall
Marc-Dives, his sabre hanging from his wrist,
appeared, crying:
"Ha! Mother Catherine! What time!
What luck that happened to be on hand!
How those beggars would have plundered
your
"Yes" returned the old woman, pushing her
gray hair beneath her hood, ait was indeed
fortunate"
AZ believe you. Not more than ten minutes
ago I reached Father Cuuy's with my wagon.
DO not go to Donop," said he for the last
hour the sky above IL has been red; they are
fighting therep DO you think SOP said ].
Ma foil yes he replied. Then Joson will 60
ahead scout, and we will empty q glass
while we wait for his return Scarcely had
Joson started, when / heard shouts as if the
Rends had broken loose What is the matter,
CunyT / cried. He did not know, 30 we
pushed open the door and there saw the fight.
Hs! we did not wait long. L was on Fox at q
bound, and then, Forward was the word.
What luckr'
"Ahw said Catherine, "if We were only
sure that matters were going as we'll on Donon,
We might indeed rejoice"
"Yes; Frantz told me all about it; some
thing is always going wrong" answered Marc.
" But here we standing in the snow. Let
rs hope that Pivrette will not let his comrades
be crushed; and let us empty our glasses which
ale yet half full"
Four other smngglers came up, saying that
the villain Yegof was likely to return with
swarm of thieves like himself
Every true" replied Dives. ave will re-
tlrn to Falkenstein, since Jean-Claude 30 or
ders; but we cannot bring our wagon with us
it would hinder our crossing the country, and
in an hour all those wretches will be upon u.s.
But let us go to Cuny's. Catherine and Louise
will not object to d cup of wine nor will the
others. 1t will put back your hearts in the
right place. Ho! Brunei"
:, He took his horse by the brdie The
wounded men were placed on the sledge. Two
others killed, with seven or eight Cossacks, lay
ostretched upon the snow. They left them as
they were, and all entered the old forester's
house. Frantz was beginning to console him
self for not being on Donon. He had run two
Cossacks through the body, and the sight of
the lodge put him In good hamor Before the
door stood the wagon, laden with cartridges.
Cuny came ont crying:
Welcome, Mother Lefevre. What night
for women 10 be out! Be seated. What is
going on yonderT
While they hastily emptied q bottle, every
thing had to be again explained. The good
old man, dressed in q simple jacket and green
knee-breeches, his face wrnkled and his head
bald, listened with staring eyes, ever aud anon
olAsping his hands as he cried:
"Great God good God in what days do we
live! We cannot travel the high roads without
fear of being attacked. 1t is worse than the
old stories of the Swedes!"
And he shook his head.
"Come," said Dives, "time presses; for
Vardr
All went ont; the smDgRlers drove the
wagon, which contained several thousands of
cartridges and two little casks of brandy,
three hundred PAGES off, to the middle of the
valley, and there embarrassed the horses.
Forward, fOrwardp cried Marc; "we will
Overtake you in q few minutes"
But what are You going to do with the
wagon" asked Frantz. "SinCe we have not
time to bring it to Falkenstein, we had better
leave it under Cunys shed than to abandon it
in the middle of the road"
'Yes, and have the poor old man hung when
the Cossacks return, as they will in less than
IN hour" replied Dives "Do not trouble
yourself; have notion in my head"
Frantz rejoined the party around the sledge
who had gone on some distance. Soon they
passed the sawmill of Marquis, and struck
straight to the right, 10 reach the farm house
of Bois-de Chenes, the high chimney of which
appeared over the plateau, three quarters of a
league away. When they were on the crest of
she hill, Maro-Dives aud his men came MP,
shouting:
Halt Stop moment. Look yonder"
And all, turning their eyes to the bottom of
the gorge, saw the CoSsacks oaraooling about