Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1884-04-24
Still she did not speak.

only single word, Victorine. Can
you part with me so cOldly after all these
long weeks we have been together? An.
l see that you really care little whether |
go or stay. And II shall never forget
you, Victorine, or the tenderness with
which YOU nursed me back to health
again. | remember what vision OF
loveliness You seemed to me when l
opened my ewes and saw you bending
over me. / blessed my good fortune in
| having been found, after all, by your
| father. Surely no other father and
daughter could have been so kind. No
where else could have been nursed so
tcnderly. And after ten weeks of init
mate companionship you bid me goOdby
as you would a strangeE of yesterday"
| Still she did not move or speak, and the
hand he held remained unrtsponsive to
his clasp.
You may never see me again, Victor
| ine." he continued. Our paths lie far
apart. Let me hear you say that you do
not regret having known me-
why should l regret it?" she asked,
turning suddenly and facing him. "You
have been here ten weeks, but in that
time you have told us nothing of your
] Sell Save Jlldl 1Ouk 10 Alui6O 1@thO
celles. You say we have been kind to
you, but you have not rewarded our kind
ness by giving us your confidence. Do
you think l owe you lasting remem-
brance? Do you think that you deserve
that | should carry your image here, ="
laying her hand on her heart.
The young man appeaie ed to hesitate;
then he said slowly:
at is as well, perhaps, that you should
forget me. Forgive me if my reticence
has wounded you 1 dare not attempt
any justification. But it grows late
Farewell, Victorine. When the sun rises
to morrow | shall be far on my road to
Paris"
Farewell" she said, coldly.
She heard him turn and walk away, but
she made no effort to recall him. She
stood where he had left her, silent, mo-
tionless, her head bent forward on her
breast. the long, silken frinses of her
eyelids resting on her pale cheeks.
1t was only when the sound of his
footsteps had died away that she raised
| her head and looked about her.
"Hugol Hugo She breathed the
words rather than spoke them. Gone!
gonel Never in this life shall we meet
again"
She went into the cabin and lighted a
candle. AS she did so she perceived d
sheet of paper lying open on the table.
She picked it up, and found upon it a
few lines from her father:
Il have gone away, and cannot tell
you when l may return. You are safe
in the cabin. Remain there until your
provisions give out. Then raise the fifth
board in the floor, counting from the fire.
place, and take the bag you will find
there. 1t contains sufficient money to
last you several years.
while talked with Hugo, he came
and left this" she murmured. His
daughter is nathing to him compared
with his desire for power. He has left
me alone to live or die, as the good God
may see fit. And, had l only dared to
speak, might have won both love and
station. One word would have brldged
the gulf between Hugo and me. Oh,
father! father! your secret has provedmy
DOOM
As the last word left her lips she threw
UP her arms with bitter cry, and cast
herself prone on the floor, her face down.
ward, no tears in her eyes, but hoarse,
gasping sobs tearing their way from her
breast, and her white, slender hands bu
ried in her long, dark hair. For long
time she lay thus, making no effort at
self-contfol. giving free license to the
wild emotions of her burdened heart.
But at length she grew quiet and lay
motionless, as if utterly exhausted with
the force of her strange passion. The
moon rose slowly and shed its calm, cold
light upon her; the wind sighed through
the forest like a lost spirit; the hours
wore on, but still she stirred not. She
lay there like dead thing, and the cold,
gray light of morning found her position
unchanged.
On the morning of Friday, June 90,
1s4S, the city of Paris presented scene
of horror seldom equaled. In the eastern
half of the city, every street had its bat
tie. and every stone of the barricadeS
was spotted with human gore. Each
window was loophole from which flash
ed the leaden death. The fight ragged
from house to house, from chamber to
chamber. Men fired at each other
from the parapets on the roofs, and the
dead bodies fell heavily on the streets
below. Every atrocity of civil war
known among savages was perpetrated
ON the prisoners by the insurgents.
Beaten from barricade to barricade, they
were unable to guard their capiiveS and
condemned them to die as fratricides.
Mobile Guard, nearly all natives of Paris,
the heroes of the barricades of the prece-
ding February, were treated by the in
surgenss as traitors. Some of them were
decapitated, and their heads stuck on
pixies. and surmounted by the military
hat served as banners on he heights of
several barricades In the Pantheon, near
the tomb of Voltaire, Mobile Guard
was crucified. At other points they were
disemboweled and placed in front of the
barricadesto strike their comrades with
horror.
Nothing was heard but the discharge
of the musketry, the thunder of the can
non, the roll of the drum and the shrieks
of women. The combatants uttered no
cry, but pursued in silence the work of
death. The beautiful city presented a
most changed appearance from what 1t
bore before the beginning of the uprisal.
And the palace of the Tuilleries, with
its magnificent furniture, its velvet and
satir-covered chairs, its soft Turkey
carpets, its tapestried chambers, its lux
urious apartments of every description,
was turned into hospital.
In the Quarter St. Jacques, on the
Rue Sorbonne, the battle had ragged for
seven long hours, and the dead and dy-
ing lay in every direction. The troops
had moved on, and few of the Red |
Republicans were engaged in removing |
their wounded to the hospitals. when,
making their way slowly through the |
scene of carnage, came young girl, |
alone. Her long. dark hair hung in
wild confusion over her shoulders; her |
dress, that Of q peasant, was torn and soil
ed; her shoes were broken and worn.
and she seemed ready to fall with IA
tigue. But still she went on, her large.
lustrous eyes scanning with u look of
horror the blood-stained. smOke-begrim-