Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-04-09

/ lnuu bCAuSy W ia SakuACs
Whatever The world may see in her
Is beyond his worry or care;
TO MIN she Is rich n good and true,
TO him she is sweet II fair.
Lille Barr. in N. !. Ledger.
THE EVEN
low a Daughter Captured Her
Fathers Murderer.
The Brigadicr, astride a cane chair,
smoked his pipe before the door. Slowly
the smoke arose, regularly, like a blue
cloud, forming a circle which enlarged,
trcmblcd and disappeared in the cool air
ofthe evening. Martial Tharaud had
seen like circles dance about and disap-
near from the cannon's mouth. But
now father of a family, with lace upon
his sleeves, he rested in his limosin
garden, asking nothing of the world,
not even the position of paymaster,
which might ~necessitate a journey to
Egmontiers, to St. Leonard or to Lii
mogcs, and he loved the little place at
Pierrebufiicre, the roses he had grated,
and the vines which ran over the white
walls of his lodge framing in festoons
the tri-colored flag over the door. The
Brigadier smoked his pipe, his eyes fol-
loving the movements of some children
playing upon a little heap of earth near;
then, turning to regard over his epaulct.
by the open window, a woman, still
Young, dark and pretty, who came and
went in the kitchen where the copper
ware shone like red gold, he smiled at
her. calling her attention to the chill
dren. The wife then, with her
beautiful arms bare and half-cov-
cred with flour, advanced and, lean
ing upon the window-sill, watched the
boys. her face energetic and pleasant,
and by the heat of the stove rem
acred rose colored, she too watched the
throwing of the children's iron pixies,
saving: bah! there is no danger; it
will render them adroit and brave"
And give them a good appetite for
your dumplings, Catisson?"
The dumpiings, a limosin dish, as
substantial as the vegetable soup of the
country, were already on the stove, with
their black cherries incased in siftcd
tour, like the cricks in the plaster.
Are the dumplings doing wcllP"
asked the Brigadier.
And Catisson shrugged her shoulders,
as if TO say: as your ~housekeeper in
the habit of failing in her pastries?
What a question:"
"a good wife," said Martial Tharaud
to us Il moment later, as we passed. He
was in the mood for chatting: Eyes,
yes, my wife is a good woman! and one
would not believe, seeing her care for
the little ones. that she was once an
actress; tits true, however, and here is
the story:
Ten years ago I leftthe chasseurs, and
entered the guard at Limoges, where the
AL !utant morning informed us we
naa an important undertaking on hand.
AN honest, poor man, q master mason,
nad been assassinated at his own home,
faubourg Montmailler, no one knowing
VINO nd committed the crime. 1t wa
IN September, and we had an agreement
10 clear the roads for the unarmed chas-
seurs' The Adjutant, M. Boudet, now
promoted to the rank of Captain, rec
commended to the quartermaster that
inc men redouble their vigilance, and if
1ney found under the chestnut tree or
along the road doubtful or suspicious
characters, to arrest them. The entire
round was guarded, for the order had
oeen dispatched to Chatcau-neuf, to
Amoa.yac. to Saint Sulpice and Lau-
eere' Bellac and Rochechouart. Such
otuers are somewhat ~perplexing. It
WI not 10 to depend too much upon
sne appearance. There are those of UNI
favorable mien who are most worthy.
tto1ce knew a person whom they might
nave guillotined, or at least sent to the
galleys, for his looks. All, well, he was
IMAM !. man to whom in every other respect
.aey would have given the Montyou
salue. He supported a number of peo-
l"e' n gave to the poor all he had;
4 SAINT, upon my honor, yet with the
mead OF a galley slave; while others who
Would be granted dissolution without
son1esslon suddenly came to manacles.
nut they told us to arrest, and we ar
tt;eo peddlers, beggars, as yellow as
.nelr wallets, even idiots, who roamed
ankhowlng'y over the country. Not
pae seemed capable of making way with
amer Coussac. Time passed, and the
nssass'n of Faubourg Montmailler was
l.ot easy; we had so few indications to
sulue us, and the affair was one of mys-
one day when 1 was at the guard
l GIase a beautiful girl. with black eyes
le mulberlics, and red lips like straw
''...es' came toward me, saying:
T Have you any news of the assassin
Sac u A0'ii"i" oo"0
sbo lhat was something worth hearing.
sne spoke with so much energy and
,o'.'nS that felt ashamed of not having
p'' INTO custody the wretch who had