The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-15


 On the journey Omuiposeace viiied-
 Yet pure as it comes, so untarnished II goes.
 and retnrning again 10 the God whence il
 came.
 VIII h glory eternal repose,
 -Ei Rslza~i n Sas Eyaseiseas
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 .oRANDMERE JRANNEroN~
 lvedda Gramma, in Detroit Free Press.i
 was smokmg my after-dinner cigar and reading Figaro on the esplanade in SsrasbourR. when | vas accosted by an old woman who inquired in French for the nearest photographer. She wore the common dress of the Aisatian peasant, and her dusty shoes indicated long foot journey, but under her linen head-dress fell her white hair round a face that, sum- burnt and vrinkled and wearing traces of recent tears, yet vas Q beautiful in its expression of tender goodness and touch ing resignation not unmixed with a cer- tain pside, that invoiuntariiy addressed her as "Grandmere,' and forgetting that l had promised friend to await his ar rival, ofiesed to guide her to her desti- nAt;oa-
 On the road she told me her simple stosy. She vas widow, and lived prior 70 the French-German var with her married son in village, fifty miles fop. Suasbourg. They were well-so-do peas anes before the enemy invaded their little village; but one morning they woke to ind the Prussians encamped in their fields and making themselves perfectly at home. More troops arrived the next day and the following until the cuie; village was a big camp, where the enemy heaped up the stores needed for the sieYe of Strasbourg.
 Doe dark night the camp was alarmed and a magazine containing among other stores a considerable quantity Of powder that it vas the work of the inhabitants Accordingly the next morning six of the most prominent or most patrotic of the inhabitants were brought before the Prussian commander, and after . short examination that proved nothing, with ost further trial, shot in the square in front Of the village church. The widows son was one of the six victims, and his wife, who became frantic with grief over his death, was the next morning found ifeless on his grave, thus leaving her in- fant son to the sole care of his gsand- mother.
 The old woman now cen,ered all her hope and all her affection in the little boy, and as he grew up she was fully re- paid, for he loved his grandmother with an intensity often found in children who die young-a love that was alone esuAyed by his veneration of his dead parents, his adceation of @la belle Francen and his hate of the Pfussians, for the old wo- man, who loved her beautiful country dearly, and never forgot that her hus- band fell fighting for it at 'sSolSezino. and that her son vas killed by its eaemies, instilled, perhaps unconsciously, both feelings in his young breast.
 One day, when the boy was 10 years old, P1ussian official vho inspec,ed the village school vas struck with his beauty and serious air, and addressed a question to him in German respecting his parents Ca The Pfuss;ans killed them" answered the boy in French. The official colored, and in a rebuking tone asked the boy why he didn't speak German. Because enemies" answered the boy feariessiy.
 The official ordered him in arrest, and he was shut up in chamber above the school-room, where he remained until night when he boldly leaped fom the window to the ground and, as he fell in a thick copse, escaped unhurt- The boy now fairly he~ to his grzndmo<her's house, but as he was afraid of being seen and bro1ght back to the school If he followed the road, he crossed in through the Selds behind the village.
 it vas in the harvest and the grapes were ripe, % old Martin, the owner ofthe choicest grapes in the village, kept watch with . loaded shot-sun over his precious treasures Softly he valks over the 6eld behind the wine press, when he hears something force its way through the grapevines. He stops and cocks his piece. He will nov catch the thief vho rohs him of his biggest grapes The moon is hehiad the cioods, bat he sees the outline of . person running fAss through the vines- Halfw he com mands-but the person never heeds him. He raises his gun-a dash-a scream fali of body among the grape4 and vhen the old man arrives on the spoe, he finds instead of tbe supposed grape tAief hftie curiy-haired boy whose hie is fass ebbing away with the blood that aows out and mines visA the crushed grapes :: his black eyes are already 6xed and giassy. and it is vifA falsezing voice he vhispsn: "Cive my lsve to gras<- moeker and tel hg-6fhex! motku! Fl an comisg gr-his Aasds gEasps the vines nghasR, he rziso hiase6 so . sisfing posense, tAe moea cs@ing Son behisa the c3ooas shio0 oa the vine leayes in Ais cnaly han. csy rises h his throat . vive n belle FFancei'-Ae snlu hack, hs eyes closed, and the orphan boy is ecae-
 And It was meme alooe-who uur- dered him," co0plained the grandmoeAer uAea she had coacinded hx tajs. Her syss were dzy, but the muscles rossd tAe