The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-03-28


! mountains or defend ourselves like noun
| taineers.'
! "Defepd ourselves - cried the old woman,
/ her pale cheeks flushing. Think you we have
lost the courage of our fathers' Did not the
! blood of their men, women and children no"
I like water and no one think of yieldingf"
"Then you are for defence, CATHERINE"
Gay! while a drop of blood remains in my
body Let them come. The old woman viii
be in their path
Her long, gray hair in her excitement seemed
to culver upon her head her cheeks mbied
and glo~ed, aud her eyes flashed IRE. sac
seemed even full of fierce beauty-of beauty
/ like that of Margsreth of whom fegof spoke
HulliH stretched his hand 10 her in silence.
q" know you, Catherine" said he, with en-
thusiasm; % know your true heart. Bot We
| must look calmly at what is before u.s. We
shah fight, bot howl Where are our mum
/ tiOnsf'
Every where. axes, scythes, pitchforks-'
Yes ye.: bu; muskets aud bullets are the
best. Muskete We have; every mountaineers
cottage has hanging over the door; but
where is our powder where are our bullets 7"
The Old woman became suddenly calm; she
pushed back her hair beneath her cap, and
looked aronnd thoughtfully.
Yes" she replied lack powder and
ball. il is true, but we shall have them. Marc
DIVES the suuggler, has plenty. You will
see him for to morrow, and tell him that
Catherine Lefevre will buy all that be has, and
pay for il. TOO yes, though il costs her house,
lands aud cat,le-aN she possesses. Do you
. understand this Hullin!'
, =. do This is spiendid, Cat1e-!ne.'
Splendid Bah, To drive from doors
those Auotrans, those Prussiaus, the red
bearded race who once already all but exter
You will buy the powder, and the wretcbe
5 will see whether their old castles are to be re
" built by us
Hullin that YegoFs story yet preye'
l. upon her mind. bat he said simply:
: Then it is understood. go To Marc-Dives
u to morrow
o yes" replied Catherine; land you will bu
& all his pow der and lead. You must also 60 t
&c all the villages in the mountains, to warn GU
IT people of the danger and agree upon a signs
e to be used in case of attack"
70 Rest easy as to that" said Jean Claude
l. " it shall be my care"
re Both had risen and turned toward the doc
N For half an hour past the noise in the kitche
10 had ceased; the people Of the farm had r
II tired. The old woman placed her lamp on tt
to chimney shelf and drew the bolts. The CO.
without was sharp, but the air was clear ar
en- still. The peaks around, and the 6res on Il
h Jaegerthal stood out against the dark-blue 81
in masses of silver or jet, and no sound brol
re- the quiet the short bark of far-of 70
Good night, Hullin," said the old woman.
nd Good night, Catherine
Jean-Claude walked rapidly down the heat
3D. covered slope, and his late hostess, after f
are lowing him for few moments with her ey
closed the door
AN l must leave You to imagine the joy
he Louise when she learned that her Gaspa
was safe. liulliu careful not to mar
M Joy by a view of the dark cloud rising w
hit i,s bo,iz,n. All niybt he hoard hsr tall IN :,
'ho herself in her little chamber, murmuring
name of Gaspard, and opening drawers a
'ou boxes to find tokens he had left.
Thus does the linnet, unmiudful of I
no coming storm, sing in the fast receding 81
" shine.
ing En- "
ing When Jean Claude the next morning, pu
GU open us WILLOW -bnuLIeTS, ne saw the nell
DOR boring mountans-Jaegerthal, Grosmann,
nto non-covered with snow. The first sight
on winter-when it overtakes us in our sleep
he a strange attraction about it. The old frs,
moss covered rocks, were yesterday still Gle
d r ed in their verdure, but now they glitter Y
i'll frost, and fill our soul with au indescriba
sense of sadness. Another year has pas
pre- away" murmur to ourselves; "anot
pos rude season must pass away before the tov
return" And we hurry to don our create
the to light roaring fire. Our lAte retrea
time full Of white light, and without we hear
9Th sparrows-the poor sparrows crouching
" meath the caves and busLes-who, with ru
old feathers, seem 10 cry, mo breakfast this M
hair ing-no breakfast"
lron Hullin put on his heavy le-soled $
and his thickest jacket. He heard Lo
ar is walking over his head in the little garrett
Louise" lie cried, IL am going"
ct to What! to-day again."
"Yes, my child l must. My business ia
o on yet finished"
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