Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-03-17

der his chin; beside him his grand
daughter, pale on account of her priva-
tions, guiding his hands, making him
drink, and inducing him to eat all the
good things provided. Then. enliv-
ened by the repast. in the ease of his
warm room, the north wind without
| whirling the snow in the windows, the
old cuirassier recalled his campaigns in
the North, and recounted to us, for the
hundreth time, the sad retreat from
| Russia, when they We're compelled to
eat frozen biscuit and horse flesh I'm
derstand that, my child, we ate the
, horse!' I knew she understood it we'll.
For Two months she had eaten nothing
else! . ..... ....... ..
| Day by day now, as the convalescence
progressed, our task with the sick man
, became more difficult. The numbness
of all his senses and his limbs, which
had served us so well heretofore, began
to disappear. Two Or three times re-
Gently the terrible broadsides at the
Maillot gate made him spring to his
feet, with ears erect, like q dog in the
chase. We were obliged toinvent last
victory for Bazaine at Berlin, and tell
| him that the salvos were fired in honor
at the Hotel of the Inwalides. Another
day we had placed his bed near the
Window believe it was the Thursday
OF Buzcnval. He saw very distinctly
/ the National Guard, which was nassed
upon the avenue of the Grand Army.
| "What do those troops there, now?"
demanded the good man; and we heard
him muttering between his teeth: d" Bad
position ! bad position -
He did nothing else, but we under
stood that hereafter it would be neces-
sary to exercise the utmost precautions.
Unfortunately they were not taken soon
enough. On the evening [ arrived the
child came t. me in much trouble.
"To-morrow they enter!" she said.
Was she to open the chamber of her
grandfather? The fact is, since I come
to think Of it, / am reminded that he
had an extraordinary expression on his
face this evening. 1t is possible that
he has understood us. We spoke only
of the Prussians; he thought of the
French, and the triumphal entry which
he has awaited SO long; MacMahon de-
scending the avenue in his best, with a
| flourish of trumpets; his son at the
Marshal's side, and the old man on the
balcony, in the full dress of Lutzen,
saluting the tattered flags and the eagles
grimed with powder. Poor Father
Jouve! He was no doubt thinking that
he would prevent him from assisting at
the movement OF our troops, as he must
avoid too much excitement; also to be
careful that he should speak to no one.
But the next day at the same hour when
the Prussian forces were fearfully as
sailing the long way which leads to the
the Maillot gate of the Tuileries, the
window above was quietly opened, AID
the Colonel appeared upon the
balcony in his helmet, with
his n great saber,. and all
the glorious uniform of an ancient
c,lirasser of Millaud. I wondered
greatly what effort of the will, what
surprise of life had placed him uni
| formed, and on his feet. 1t was certain
that he was there behind the balustrade,
astonished to find the wide avenues SO
quiet, the blinds closed, and Paris SOM
Der as vast pest-house. There were
flags everywhere, but they were SO odd
all white, with the red cross, and no
one to go and meet our soldiers. For a
moment he thought he was mistaken.
But no down there behind the Arch of
Triumph was a confused noise, dark
line advancing into the light. Then
gradually the spiked helmets, glisten-
ing, the little drums of Jena guild ng
the march, and under the Arch of the
Star keeping time to the heavy steps of
the battalions and the rattle of the sa-
! L 7 I
| Schubert.
Then in the sad silence of the place a
cry was heard-a terrible cry.
s. To arms! to arms ! the Prussians =
and the four uhlans of the advance
guard, glancing up to the balcony, saw
a grand old man stagger, throw up his
arms, and fall stiff. This time Colonel
Jouve was really dead !