The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-05-09

galloped on laughing and applauding what
had been done.
Ha, ha, hap cried the tall smuggler; 81
rever saw such joke! could laugh thou
sand years at it,"
Then he became gloomy, and said, "Yegof
is at the bottom of sll this. One must be
blind not to see that it was he who guided the
Germans to Blutfeld. would be sorry if he
were finished by peice of my wagon have
something better in store for him. All that
wish is, that he may remain sound and healthy
until meet him SONG day in the corner of the
woods. Let it be one, ten, or twenty years
only let it come! The longer wait. the keen
er will be my appetite; good morsels are best
cold, like wild-boar's cheek in white wine"
He said all this with good-bumored air /;
but those who knew him knew that beneath
that lay danger for Yegof.
Half an hour after all reached the field of
Bois-de- Chenes.
CHATTER XXI.
Jerome of st. Quirin had made good his re-
treat upon the farm house.
"Who goes there - cried the sentries, as the
party approached.
"People of the village of Charmes," replied
Marc Dives in his voice of thunder.
They were recognized and allowed to pass.
The house was silent; q sentinel with shoul-
dered arms paced in front of the barn, where
thirty paTtisans were sleeping upon the straw.
Catherine, at sight of the great dark roofs, the
old sheds, the stables, the ancient dwelling
where her youth had passed, where the peace
full and laborious lives of her father aud her
grandfather had TRANQUILITY glided away, the
home which she was perhaps about to leave
forever, felt terrible pain at her heart; but
she spoke not of it, and springing from the
sfedge, as she had often done before on return
ing from market, she said
Come Louise, we arc home at last thanks
to God"
Old Duchepe had pushed open the door, cry
ing:
ut is Madame Lefevre!"
"Yes, it is VIC. Any news from Jean Claude :"
'No, madame"
Then every one entered the huge kitchen
few Goals yet glowed upon the hearth, and
under the immense, overhanging chimney
piece Jerome of st. Quirin was seated in the
shadow, in his great coat, his long, pointed,
red beard hanging on his breast, his thick stal
his knees, and his rifle leaning against
the wall.
"Ho good morning, Jeromem cried the old
woman.
GOOD morning, Catherine!" answered the
grave and solemn chief of Grossmann. "You
come from Dononf"
"Yes. Things are going i'll there, my poor
jerome. The Kaiserfiks attacked the farm
house when we left the plateau. we could See
only white coats on every side. They began
to oross the abatis-"
''Then you think HuIin will be forced to
abandon the roads"
eft is possible, indeed, if Pivrette does not
come to his assistance"
The par'isaus had neared the fire. Marc
Dives bent over the Goals to light his pipe; as
he rose, he cried:
jerome, 1 ask only one thing of you
know that they fought we'll where you COM
mAnded-"
"They did their duty" interrupted the shoe
maker; sixty men lie stretched on the eide of
Grossmann who will bear witness to it on the
judgment-day."
eyes; but who guided the Germansf They
never conld find of themselves the pass of
BlutEeld."
at was Yogof-the fosl Yegof," replied Je-
rome, and his gray eyes, surrounded with deep
wrinkles and thick white lashes and brows.
glittered through the darkness"
care you sure of it'll"
"Labarbe's men saw him ascend, leading the
Others"
The pArtisans gazed at each other with angry
looks.
At the same moment Doctor Lorquiu, who
had remained without to unharness his horse
pushed open the door, crying:
"The battle is lost Here are our men from
Donon. have heard Lagarmitte's horn"
1t is easy to imogine the feelings with which
this news was received. Every one thought o.
parent, friends, whom perhaps he was never
moro to see, and all who were in the kitchen
and the barn rushed at once to the fields
Then Robin and Dubourg, posted as sentries
cried:
"Who goes theref"
I" France |" replied voice.
And, despite the distance, Louise, recognize