Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-05-23

saw underneath inscribed "Marie de
Lisle. Marie de I.isle,'' that was hel
iholier's name, and the poor weak HAND
wandered up to the pale face, and she
wondered what could it mean.
Wen, the days passed, and she recov.
cred. 1t was in mid July, and she mus
go. Those around the chateau said not
Dut she could not stay. Somehow hel
heart would not let her; and So one night
when all were sleeping, she arose and
wandered away back to Paris.
She did not go back to the factory
ne might find her there, and She dreaded
MN now, somehow. with an indefinite
fear of she knew not what; and so. will
other poor girls, she worked in the cafes,
where there was much talk now of the
war. There was revolutionary talk, too
OF what 1.-THE reds'' would do were the
army away, and once in a while when she
dared ask, she made timOrous inquiries
OF Monsieur the Marquis, so she called
hlm, and once when his name was read
aloud as the leader of desperate charge,
and only retreated when borue back by
soldiers, she shuddered.
This time also passed. and Paris, in
'SabotS" and ''red caps" WAS in an up
roar. Napoleon had surrendered, Paris
had fallen, and after the enemy left the
city was crazy, wild, mad, and furious
with blood and fire; but she worked on.
What was it all to her, only a poor sew
lng-girl, except that bread was hard to
get, and at that very poor and dear?
But one day she heard there was To be
an execution. What WAS that? Only
something she had heard of, never seen;
and so III the press of the crowd she hast
ened to where La Commune waved its
red flag, and where the ruined. blacken-
ed walls showed where La Commune 5
vengeance had fallen.
There were three hostages only three.
One young man, a chaSSeur. in his rich
uniform. He was handsome all said.
His eyes were bound; he stood against
the wall. n crash, roar, and he fell
forward on his face, while his gilt uni
form was draggled in the dust.
The second was priest in his black
sOmbre dress and beads; he looked up
once, and then died, as the other before;
and the third, he was a general, they
said, and had defied the people. There
was press forward to see, and Marie
was pushed forward to the foremost
rank. She looked. He was man of
over sixty, with white hair and features
clear-cut and hard and very cold even
then; he stepped up proudly and smiled.
The Red in command gave the orders,
''onen ''two''-there was a rush from
the foremost rank, sudden cry, and
then a girls form was seen to be lying
i'll the arms of the hostage, ''three, fire
shouted the Red, but somehow the mus
kets didn't roar, and somehow the Sa-
botes in the crowd raised faint cheer
which deepened into a roar, and a sug-
gestion was heard to put the Red III his
place.
Paris, especially common Paris, Is
quick of feeling, and when the poor girl
explained in her tears that ''the general
was dear, very dear to her; that he had
saved her life once when-she was very
i'll. Aye, more, he was her mother S
lover long ago in Lorraine; that she had
died while married to another man, and
-and-that she loved him. Would
they?
She was not fair; she was not pretty
even; but her pale golden hair covered
him like a halo and cloud, and Red
Paris, erstwhile so furious for his blood,
raised him and her on their shoulders,
and wild. furious array marched away
down the street to where La Commune
sat with closed portals. La Commune
was. however, easily got at, and when
the wild array burst in with its hostages
born aloft. it was only too happy to grant
what was wanted, and when they re-
turned, like a sea going out, the two
were landed close together, and he, the
great general, the proud marquis, folded
her in his arms and kissed her, while the
tears stood in his eyes. They were very
happy.
Do YOU see that couple yonder-that
tall gentleman with gray hair, riding
behind the Marshal of France? Well,
that is Monsieur the Marquis, and the
tall lady, with hair like sunbeam, Is
his wife.
They are married, Yes; and though
the red ashes of La Commune are crush
ed out dead forever, as they ride on the
boulevard many cap is touched that
way. for they are always very KIND To
Paris in ..sabotes, she never forget
ting. though she is now Madame the
Marchioness, that she was once only a
poor sewing-girl.