The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-04-11

Office. Megy vigorously abused Franz
co.'s for not having {" a truly revolution
airy mind I" and not rising to the level
of circumstances" With Megy re-
manned Benjamin Sicard, consumptive
shoemaker, captain on Ferries stsf.
During this delay Henrion, one of the
turkeys. approached the squad of sol-
diers and said to one man, who looked
more merciful than his fellows: "Look
to what you do--this is murder | "Il
know it, said the man; "I don't like
the job, but there are my orders-What
am | to do?" Here Genton reappeared
with his approved list. g That's all
right now" said Francois, and calling
Henrion babe him open the cells of the
fourth section, 81 will go for the keys"
stammered Henrion, though he had them
in his hand then rushing out he flung
them away into lonely corner and fed
from the city, buying his way out of the
gates and never pausing till he burst,
painting and sobbiDg, into the Bavarian
camp at Pantin, crying, "They will kill
bin They will kill them ALL" After
some little delay the federates were
marched into the prison, twenty being
posted at the grating snd twenty in the
hospital garden. These were seen by
Beauce, another turnkey, who at once
OWNED their mission, and sank half
fainting, on the floor. Hurry up!"
cried Ramain, deputy governor of the
prison. 90 I can't do it. My God, I
can't do it'll" stammered Beauce.
"Idiotl'' said, angrily, Ramain, "what
do you know about revolutions }" and,
snatching the keys, he unlocked the
door and entered the corridor where the
hostages, at the gratings of their cells,
were listening--hOw eagerly.
"Darboy !" cried Ramain, hating be-
fore cell No. 1. "Here !" responded a
calm voice from the other extremity of
the corridor. Mgr, Darboy had changed
cells with the Able de Marsy, whose
| cell, NJ. %, was more spacious. The
Archbishop had scratched on the
| window>sill a cross and the words, Robur
TaeHtis, Uiri SaLus.
" Bonjean F" called out Ramain,
" Present let me get my over
coat |" said the president, Never
mind it, said Ramain, you will do as
you are, The six martyrs, ranged in
| line, were led away. As they passed two
keepers, who averted their faces, being
unable to bear the sight, NJ Bonjean ex-
claimed, loudly, % Oh, my beloved wife
my dear children pa message the
keepers re- aimed and delivered.
N the hospital garden there was a
dispute between Megy and Verig.
'' This spot" said Megy, will do very
nicely" but Verig contended that it was
too public, and finally carried his point.
| While the executioners were wrangling
in the victims pres ence over the slaugh>
ter, these latter knelt in prayer. Some
of the soldiers Joined them, Leave
them alone" said a sergeant; none of
us know what may happen tomorrow.
AS the dispute between Megy and Verig
was concluded and the march was about
to be taken up, the archbishop solemnly
raised his hand and absolved and blessed
his companions; then gave his arm to
NJ. Bonjean, Father Allard walked
along rapidly, with his hands clasped
above his head, reciting the prayers for
the dying. At a gate that was soon
reached another halt had to be called till
the key could be found. " I have always
loved the peeple-always loved liberty J"
said the archbishop to soldier near
him. 50 Your liberty is not our liberty !;
done bother US " replied the soldier.
The gate being opened, the prisoners
were led to the spot selected by Francois
and Verig-a deep recess in the walled
in>walk, open to the sky. Against the
wall they were placed in their order, first
the archbishop, then President Bon Jean,
then the Able Duguerry, then the
Jesuit fathers, Ducoudray andsClerc, last
| the Able Allard, Chaplain to am Ans
bulance Corps, on whose sleeve was the
red cross of Geneva. Thirty yards dis
tant the soldiers were drawn up. Gems
ton gave the order to fire. Two volleys
and some scattering shots, at 7:45 p. m.
announced to the throng without that
the forty federates had earned the fifty
francs apiece paid them for the work.
As they marched out the crowd cheered
them. DWELL done, citizens You
have done a good work." Verig was
excitedly brandishing the big horse
pistol which was his inseparable com,
panion, and shouting, 81 finished the
famous archbishop with this. I burst
his mouth for him |" This, however
was not true. Mgr. DarbOy was killed
outright, though M. Bonjean, with nine
teen bullets in him, still writhed II
agony, when pistol. shot in his lett cal
put him out of pain.
That night Verig, Ramain and otherI
rifed the cells of the dead, securing the
archbishop's pastoral ring and a few
vestments of little value. At two O'Clock
in the morning the same men were sem
to bury the corpses, which lay as they
had fallen. The bodies were plundered
the clothing being torn of where tbs
buttons yielded with difficulty. On'
man put the pastoral cross around hi
neck, to the delight of his fellows
another removed the silver buckles from
the arch bishops shoes, In doing thi
he scratched his fingers, and rising in
, passion he kicked the dead prelate'
) body violently, crying, " No use killing
the scoundrel-he hurts me still !" Tn
corpses were taken away in hand cart
and dumped in a pit at Pere Lachaise
and a mild May rain falling at daybreal
soaked the blood of the hostages into tn
earth and washed the spattered walls.