Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-09-30

| eyes. and as the distance htdrhim furtt.
n ffom her view she murnsured gently
Armand, God watch over thee"
All day long, that terrible 30th of
Novembef, the incessant roar of u
non echoed back into the stiffness Of the
cfy's streets. Paris held her heart In
anguish. Outside the walls the sicken-
Tag drama Of battle, with allits horrid
accomplishments Of tumult, noise and
bloodshed; inside the 20 less horrible
torture Of suspense, Is those len behind
waited with blanched faces and bated
breath for news nom the scene OF con-
fict. = .ta Is
Among the foremost In the strife on
that terrible morning rode the boyish
officer, Armand de Roehee0eur. The
pure blood OF his Norman ancestry
courses wildly through his veins To day.
France Is his life, and he would give
his life for France.
Early In the afternoon Chsmpigny
Welded to the passionate attack OF the
French troops. Amazed at their de-
feat, the Germans fell back to recover
from their bewilderment produced by
this almost their first reverse. e Then,
rallying from their surprise, reinforced
by fresh troops, and protected by their
batteries, they fell upon the French
with q sudden fury. With q wild feel
ing, bali fury. half despair, Armand
saw the lines give way. "COwards!'
he muttered below his breath. Then
turning suddenly to his men, he cried:
Courage! VIII you go back To your
women aud tell them you fled from
Prussian gunsi on on! Conquer or
die like FrenehmenW
Then lie rode forward; but the terri
fed, panic. stricken meu were deaf 10
his call, and suffered him TO 90 alone.
With his right arm uplifted he rushed
toward the Prussian line.
NipOp had listened all day to the
sound OF that terrible eshnohading,
waited all night in frightened suspense
for news from the scene Of battle-for
ndings Of Armand de ROcheceur. In
the morning no word had come. Dark
circles have appeared under the brown
eyes, and their brilliancy is all faded,
gone out in that long night Of watching.
Restlessly NInon PAGES the long salon.
Finally q sudden impulse seizeS her.
II will go and find him."
She finds him at last. AS she ap-
prOaches his bedside she trembles. She
looks upon the white bandsges that lie
upon his eyes and shoulders. Then she
speaks to bim, end the glad smile that
fits across his lips treasures her. HIS
single hand goes ont to meet her, aud
be tries to speak. A warning gesture
from the nurse attracts NinOn's stten-
ton, and che whispers: "Do not talk,
Armand; you must get we'll first"
From an old soldier who watches
oyer him Ninon learns the history OF
the sortie. AS she listens to the story
Of how bravely the young soldier bore
himself on that dreadful day there Is a
look Of newly found happiness in the
brown eyes. Suddenly they fill with
tears, and her lips murmur softly, II
have found him, the Prince"
The Sister Of Charity ONE and
whispers, gently and pityingly:
"Madame, he will be blind"
Armand, my love! God help your
Then she lifts her tear. stained face,
lit Up with its wonderful light of love
and pity, and, looking at the sympa-
thetic o~Ountensnce Of the poor Sister,
whispers:
HE shall see with my eyes"
The Sister looks into the depths OF
the lovely eyes raised to hers, and
thinks:
Ale is not much to be pitied, the
brave man."
Through long nights Of fever and
days of weary re,tlessness Ninan watch
ed by her lovers bedside. Strength re-
turns to the crippled body, but the sor-
rowful eyes always yea that helpless,
vacant expression peculiar to the blind,
and the strong right arm is represented
only by an empty sleeve.
He is not forbidden to speak now;
and one day as he hears NlnOn's foot
step by his bedside, and the soft rustic
Of her dress as she bends owe him, he
says:
"You are always with me, Niuon,
are you not? or do Idream it?'
al am always with you, Armand"
"Nhat brings you hereS"
Because / love you, dear"
glove me? But AIN n cripple and
blind"
"Yes, Armand. Your right arm and
your eyes you have given to France.
Will you give the rest To me-"
"SinOn !" and the left arm, the only
one he has, draws her quickly and pas
sionately TO his side. Her soft breath
plays sgainst his cheek, and rs his lips
Meet hers she whispers:
Armand, my Prince, Hove you"