The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-04-25
THE INVASION:
YEGOF THE FOOL.
(Continued.l
CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER XIV.
The mountaineers were wild with exulta-
ton their triumph knew no bounds, and they
looked upon each other as 80 many heroes.
Catherine Louise. DR.. LoIquin, all who had
remained at the farm, rushed ont to greet the
victors. They scanned the marks of bullets,
gazed at the blood stained slope; then the
Doctor ordered Ba6mgarten and spitz to the
hospital, although the latter insisted on still
remaining at his post.
Louise distributed brandy among the men,
and Catherine Lefevre, standing on the edge
of the slope, gazed at the dead and wounded.
There lay old and yonng, their faces white as
wax, their eyes wide and staring, their arms
outstretched. Some had fallen in attempting
to rise, and the faces of some wore look of
fear, as if they yet dreaded those terrible blows
which the dubbed rifles had dealt. Others
had dragged themselves out of the range of
fire, and their route was marked by tracks of
blood.
Many of the wounded seemed resigned to
to their lot, and only eeeking place to die /;
others gazed wistfully after their regiment,
which they could discern on it's way to Fra
mont-that regiment with which they had
quilted their native village, with which they
had till then safely braved the tolls and dan
gers of a long campaign, but which now aban-
doned them to die, far from friends aud home,
surrounded by an Infatuated foe. And they
thought how trembling mother sister
would ask their captain or their sergeant,
"Did you know Hans, or Kasper, or Nickel. Of
the first or second company ~ And how co1dly
would come the reply, "Let me see; it is very
likely. Had he not brown hair and blue eyes
Yes, knew him we left him in France, near
a little village, the name of which forget.
He was killed by the mountaineers the same
day the stout major, Yeri-Peter. brave
feilowi Good evening"
Perhaps, too, some among them thought of
q pretty Gretchen or Lotchen, who had given
them q ribbon, and wept hot tears at their de-
parture, 81 will wait for you, Kasper. 1 will
marry no one but you'll" Thou wilt wait long,
poor girl!
All this was not very pleasant, and Mother
Lefevre's thoughts, as she gazed, wandered to
Gaspard. Hullin, however, soon came with
Lagarmitte to where she stood, and cried ex-
ultantly:
"Hurrah, boys you have seen fire, and those
Germans yonder will not boast much of this
He ran to embrace Louise. and then ran back
to Catherine.
care you satisfied, Mother Lefevre Fortune
smiles but what is the matterT
eyes, Jean Claude, 1 am satisfied all goes
we'll; but look yonder upon the road what
"War is war" replied Hullin, gravely.
as there no way of helping that poor fellow
one looking up at us with his large
blue eyesf o heaven they pierce my very
heart Or that tall, brown-haired one, binding
his arm with his handkerchief"
Impossible, Catherine! am sorry; but we |
should have to cut steps in the ice to descend; |
md the Austrians, who will be back in an hour |
,r two, would make use of them in their next |
attack. But we must go and announce our |
Tictory through the villages, and to Lsbarbe, |
md Jerome, and. Piarette. Holla Simon, |
Iiklo, Marchal! carry the news to our COM
AIDES. Msterne, see that you look sharp, and |
eport the least movement"
They went together to the farm house, and |
Tean-CIaude met the reserve as he passed,
I'D Marc-Dives on horseback in the midst of
lis men. Tho smuggler complained bitterly
# having had no part in the fight; he felt
lisgraced, dishonored.
"Bah !" said Hullin, $50 much the better.
Watch on Our right; IL We are attacked there,
Iou will have enough to do"
"Dives said nothing; his good humOr could
rot 90 essily be restored, nor that Of his mem
muRslers like himseIE-who, wrapped 70 their
asntls1, asd with their long rsPieES dauslins I