The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1883-11-01

had to be perpetually on the move, and
to hide where he could, was moreover
altogether incompatible with the care,
attention and regimen which his case
imperatively demanded and Andre
grew worse and worse.
A friend-one of the editors of the
Narod,aaio Volia-relates that in De-
cember, 1873, when he went to warn
Franjoli that his Whereabouts had be-
come known to the police, and that he
must instantly remove to fresh quar-
tiers, he could hardly walk, and it was
only by sort of miracle that they con-
trived to evade the spy by WHOM they
were tracked. Yet, despite his suffer.
ings, aggravated by the dangers to
which he was exposed, and the entreat-
les of his fellow-workerS, he refused to
retire from the contest. In the courage
of this young man, stricken with a
mortal malady, as weak as child, and
with the look of corpse, there was
something superhuman and almost sub
lime.
Not being able to move about, Fran
joli took always the position of house
master in the Conspirationy Koartiry-
that is to say, in the rooms in which the
terrorists met to receive their orders and
discuss their plans Holders of this po
sition are invariably exposed to great
danger by reason of the coming anG
going of the conspirators, and the risk
thereby incurred of attracting the notice
of the police or their spies.
Now that both are gone there is nc
reason why it should not be known thai
in the house Of Fran jolis was made the
dynamite destined to blow up the mine
on March 13, 1880, and that Andre anG
his wife superintendent the making OF
the bombs which were used with sucE
fatal effect on the Katarina Canal.
DemenicO GuerraZZi, an Italian
writer, describes a battle between Cor.
scan patriots and French force much
superior IN numbers, in which the
wounded Corsicans formed with theil
bleeding bodies a barricade to protect
their comrades from the bullets OF the
foe and enable the survivors to continue
the struggle. No less heroic was the
conduct of the two Fran Olis. He hard.
" able to move from his bed, the house
full of deadly explosives, not knowing
what a day might bring forth, liable at
any moment to a visit from the police.
and neither able to escape himself MOI
destroy the damning evidence which
would have insured his death on the
scaffold. She watching over her hus.
band day after day, hardly ever daring
to venture from his side; listening even
in the watches of the night for the foot
fall of the enemy and the summons to
admit the emisSaries of the Gar; living
in instant expectation of death, for both
carried poison, and were firmly resolved,
if the summons should come, to die
rather than be taken.
But great as was their love for each
other, their devotion to that which they
believed to be their duty was even great.
er. Eugene, with the full consent OF
her husband, placed herself unreserved-
ly at the disposal of the Executive Com
mittee, and offered to 90 whithersOeveI
her services might be most useful to
the cause. But none had the heart to
require from them SO terrible a sacri-
flee, and they remained together to the
last.
After the death of Alexander III. they
left ST. Petersburgh-which had become
more dangerous than ever-fOr TIE
south of Russia, and from that time
forth, owir to Andres increasing
weakness, they were unable to take any
further part in the revolutionary move
ment. Early in the present year it
was deemed expedient for them to leave
Russia, and in May last they arrived in
Geneva. where they received a warm
welcome from many old and faithful
friends. But death was written in An
dre's face, and none who saw him could
doubt that the end was near. Eugene
never left his side; her devotion was
heroic, and the calmness of her manner
and the serenity of her spirit surprised
all who we've admitted to her intimacy.
We knew afterward that it was the Sc
renity of irrevocable resolve, resolve
neither in life nor in death to be sepa-
rated from him she loved.
At nine o'clock on the morning OF
August Z, Andre, after cruel suferings,
closed his eyes forever. at is fin
ished," said Eugene, turning to friend
who was with her; "his troubles are
over. I am content" Then she ar
ranged the chamber carefully, as if she
expected solemn visit, and dismissed
her friend with the remark that. after
so many sleepless nights, she felt the
need of rest. When left to herself she
sat down and wrote letter of farewell
to her friends. This done, she sat
down on the bed where lay the corpse,
swallowed a large dose that she had
brought with her from Russia, and,
lying down, drew over herself the
same cloth with which she had yelled
the face of her dead husband. An hour
later, when member of the household
in which they had dwelt entered the
chamber of death, Eugene, though I'M
still lived, but it was impos-
sible to save her, and at three o'clock
in the afternoon she breathed her last.
Husband and wife were laid side by
side in the communal cemetery, and
followed to the grave by many mourn
ers who knew the touching story of
their lives.
In the Franjolis the party has lost
two of its most devoted members
but their deaths will not have been in
vain, and their friends will never for
get them. "They were noble repre-
said one of their most in
timate friends in his funeral Grafton