Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1883-10-04

I safe in the cabin. Remain there un.
til your provisions run out, Then
raise the fifth board in the floor,
counting from the fireplace, and take
the bag you will find there, 1t CON
tains sufficient money TO last you sew
eral years"
While | talked with Hugo he
came and left this she murmurcd,-
His daughter is as nothing to him
compared with his desire for power.
lie has left me alone to live or die,
as the good God may see fit, And
had | only dared to speak. / might
have won both love and station, One
word would have bridged the gulf
between Hugo and NE, Oh, father
father! your secret has proved my
DOOM
On the morning Of Friday, June
20, 1913, the city of Paris presented
a scene of horror seldom cqualed. In
the eastern half of the city every
street had it's battle, and every stone
of the barricades was spotted with
human gore. Each window was a
loophole from which flashed the
leaden death. The fight ragged from
house TO house. from chamber to
chamber, Men fred at each other
from the pararets on the roofs, and
the dead bodies fell heavily on the
streets below. Every atrocity of civ
il war or known among savagcs was
perpetratcd on the prisoners by the
insurgents. Beaten from barricade
to barricadc, they were unable to
guard their captives, and condemned
them to die as fratricidcs. The young
men Of the Mobile guard, nearly all
natives of Paris, and heroes of the
barricadcs Of the preceding February,
were treated by the insurgents as
traitors. Some of them were de-
capitatcd. and their heads stuck on
pixies, and, surmountcd by the mill
tarv hat, served as banners on the
heights Of several barricadcs. In the
! Pantheon, near the tomb of Noltaire
a Mobile guard was cruclGed At
other points they were disembowled
and placed in front of the barrlcadcs
to strike their comrades with horror
Nothing WAS heard but the dis
charge of the muskctry, the thunder
of the cannon, the roll of the drum
and the shricks of women. The com
batants uttered 10 cry, but pursued
in silence the work OF death. The
beautiful city presented Il most chang
ed appearance from what it had borne
before the beginning Of the uprlsal
And the palace Of the Tuileries, with
i its magnificent furniture, its vel vet
and satin-covered chairs, its soft Tur-
key carpets lis tapeStricd chambers
its luxurious apartments of every de
scription was turned into II hospital
In the Quarter St Jacques, on the
Rue Sorbonnc, the battle had ragged
for seven long hours, and the dead
and dying lay in every direction.
The troops had moved on, and Il few
Of the Red Republicans were engaged
in removing their wounded to the
hospitals, when, making her way
slowly through the scene Of carnage
came a young girl alone. Her long,
dark hair hung in wild confusion
over her shoulders her dress, that OF
a peasant, WAS torn and soilCd; her
shoes were broken and worn, and she
seemed ready to fall with fatigue.
But still she went on, her large, lus.
trous eyes scanning, with look Of
horror, the blood stained, smoke
begrimed faces upturned to the lead
N sky, She appeared to be search,
ing for some one, and paid no atten.
ton to the rude glances cast upon
her.
Suddenly she gave wild, unearth-
ly cry, and fell on her knees beside
the body of a young man dressed in
the uniform of the Royalists.
my dream !! she she moaned. The
vision of my dream"
She tore aside the coat and press
ed her hand to the young officers
heart
1T beats = she cried. or my God
he is alive Men, men, give me help,