The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-06-07
TRI-W EEKLY EDITION.

u man-an old man, she thought-hall
hid in the heavy curtains. AS he rose
however, she was so weak that she closed
her eyes, and then, half sleeping and
dreaming, she could feel him standing
by the bed. Who it was she did not
know, and was too tired and weak to
care hardly at all; but one evening, as
the sunset streamed> into the room she
found OH the pillow beside her picture
of a lady that she thought she had once
seen. 1t was fair lady-a very fail
lady-and the long hair hung in two
braids down over the breast. She was
alone and looked at it curiously, and
saw underneath inscribed "Marie de
Lisle." "Marie de I.isle," F." that was her
mothers name, and the poor weak hand
wandered up to the pale face, and she
wondered what could,it mean.
Well, the days passed, and she recov-
cred. 1t was in mid July, and she must
go. Those around the chateau said not,
but she could not stay. Somehow her
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
him now, somehow, with an indefinite
fear OF she knew not what; and so, with
other poor girls, she worked in the cafes,
where there was much talk now of the
war. There was revolutionary talk, too,
OF what 'the reds" would do were the
army away, and once in while when she
dared ask, she made timorous inquiries
f"Monsieur the Marquis" so she called
him, and once when his name was read
aloud as the leader of desperate charge,
and only retreated when borne back by
soldiers, she shuddered
This time also passed, and Paris, in
'saDots" 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
lngTgirl, 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 50 in the press Of the crowd she hast
ened to where La Commune waved it's
red flag, and where the ruined, blacken-
ed walls showed where La Commune's
vengeance naQ fallen.
There were three ehostages-onlyt three.
One young man, chasseur, in his rich
uniform. He was handsome all said.
Ills eyes were bound; he stood against
the wall. A crash, a roar, and he fell
forward on his face, while his gilt uni
form was draggled III 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 general, they
was PIE Press sH forWaTd NG to to 5ss, and Marie
was pushed forward to the foremost
rank. She looked. He was a 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 i'll command gave the orders,
lone" "two"-there was rush from
the foremost rank, sudden cry, and
then girls form was seen to be lying
III the arms of the hostage, "three, fire"
shouted the Red, but somehow the mus
kets didn't roar, and somehow the Sa-
Dotes i'll the crowd raised faint cheer
which deepened into roar, and a sug-
gestion was heard to put the Red i'll 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 mothers
lover long ago in Lorraine; that she had
died while married to another man, and
-and-that she loved him. Would
they2
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
set 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 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 a sunbeam, is
his wife. go.
They are married. Yes; and though
the rcd 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 'ssabotes," she never forget
ting, though she is now Madame the
Marchioness, that she was once only a
poor sewing-girl.
Copper has been uetected in the soil
OF ohurohyard, and in*portlons of ex.
humed bodies.
Punished Jy DEATH AT the begin.
nlng OF the present century the English
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