Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-06-01

despatch, We are again victorious" And
to Marshal McMahon's army came the dis
heartening news that Bazaine had lost a
great battle. All the glory which seemed to
sparkle so brilliantly beyond the Rhine was
now at Saarbruck. For Bazaine's soldiers,
there was no more glory-only a wasting,
troubled siege, and finally an ignominious
surrender to their hated enemy. But many
before that time were saved the humiliation
OF laying down their swords at a Germans
bidding.
After that came Sedan. The French fought
desperately. Let me show them,n said
Mcmahon, "that a Marshal of France knows
now to fight, and when beaten, how to de-
His plume, like Henry's of Navarro, was
followed by his troops. At last the plume
was gone. The great marshal lay MORALLY
wounded as they thought; beaten, at any
rate! beaten on their own soil! And when
the smoke of battle was cleared away, the
fatal words were written, "N'ayamt pas pu
MOURN a la tete dc mes troupes, .je depose mon
epee a votre maajeste."
The sun sunk over the western hills, cast
ing it's last lingering beams on a field of
death. Over the river, whose waters ran
stained with blood, stood a few blackened
ruins OF what so little while ago was the
happy village of Bazeilles. The battle was
over, and lying beneath a tree which was
riddled with bullets and burnt with powder,
lay Francois. 70 many the Angel of Death
had already come. "Leave me to die" he
murmured, as q kind arm raised him I'D.
" Is is victory ?"
The sobbing wind walled out am answer
there was no victory for the French. They
were a long way from the Rhine. The river
was flowing onWard-a German river still
onward to the sea-, bearing a story Of war
and death which it would ever after bear.
but no tale of French glory was added to its
noble history. German still, and Francois
knew every wave and ripple was murmur-
ing that night a song of German bravery,
and that firm on its banks stood Germany's
brave sons to guard its divine waters.
cob, Aimee, Aimee, Ishall never see YOU
again!'
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French soldier, lying in one of the German
hospitals. There were many there many
had already left, some with firm tread and
courageous heart, while others were carried
out beyond the need of courage.
The nurses, with their plain white caps
and scarlet crosses, seemed like ministering
angels to those restless beings, who MUIR
INJURED in their sleep, "Victory! Revenger'
Francois, too, lay here. With wasted
cheek and dimmed eye, he is waiting orders
from the ~strictest of martinets, the Marshal
of Death {
The nurse at his side gently smooths back
the hair from his forehead, and softly whis-
pers to him of the glory beyond the River of
Death-a glory for all without defeat. But
the soldier is thinking Of fearful blue eyes.
and lips opened with the pleading words,
" Must you 90, Francois? %
"Tel her, he murmurs, i" tell her it was
.death-victory or death! France-the Rhine
glory"
And the nurse bent and closed his eyes.
Through that open door another was car
ried out. And the strife for glory went Cd.
Paris was taken, and her buildings and stat
ues were draped with crepe when the Ger
mans entered.
The glory is still beyond the Rhine.
A little figure, dressed in plain black, with
black and white cap of the Sacred Heart.
to the poor and needy. She is
Epr the glory of France; but in car
ing for the oppressed, she has reached a
more splendid than anv~tn heachiauad