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

K worms, but this time 1t was not for
long. Catisson recovered and aided me
to regain the armed arm, or, rather.
she took the knife away from him while
1 held the man by the throat with nv
right hand, and then would have stif1ed
him. Then people came at the noise,
and the paymaster, Bugead, arrived
with a comrade. They assisted me to
bind the criminal, raised him up, put
on the handouts and led him through
the crowd, who, seeing him taken, wished
to prevent his escape. That brave crowd
who a short time ago were afraid. 1t
was well they came. Icould not hold
out longer. Twas going, going. 1t was
foolish for a gendarme. TAINTED from
loss of blood. But l had the sensation
OF white arms sustaining ME, and. in
stead of the Noutron blade near nv
head, l perceived, as in a dream, the
large, beautiful eyes of Catisson, who
smiled upon me.
"Ihus the stroke of q knife was the
cause Of my good marriage. That my
wound healed, 1 need not tell you, since
you see me here; but it healed more
rapidly because it was Catisson who
cared for it. She became q Sister of
Charity, that electric girl, and when I
was on my feet, think what she said to
me: You please me-, and l you, and 1
promise to be a worthy wife,
Mother Coussac, who sleeps now at
Louvat, lived then, the marriage of
Catisson being her last joy-poor, good
old lady. 1 am mistaken; her last Joy
was the sentence passed upon the villain
who killed the master mason.
"He was q mixer of plaster, named
Massaloux, of Souterraine in La Grouse
so % deputy of La Grouse told us
and who, presenting himself to NJ. Ga
bourdy for work. had overheard him
speak of the money confided to Leonard
Coussac by his patron. Then he ex-
claimed: There is q chance and he
took it alone, with no accomplice; an
idler, but energetic. After the murder
he reached Paris, then returned to
Queret, then to Limoges, the money
gone, seeking work. When before the
Court d. Assizes, he scarcely defended
himself, as though saying: You have
taken me, so much the worse for me-
They condemned him to death. The
famous hand is preserved in alcohol at
the Ecole de Medicine.
cit is not for me to boast that the Presi-
dent commended me, but / did not need
congratulations. l no longer needed
anything. l had Catisson. On my
wedding day, however, I received the
REigadier ornaments, and if you wish to
see a happy man look at me.
"Catisson received many offers from
the stage. The journals everywhere
spoke of her. But she had other duties
then. The children to care for, my
epaulets to clean. to take care of the
house, the chickens, the ducks and the
Brigadier. No! No! Catisson is no
longer an artist, but if ever a crime
were committed, I would depend upon
her rather than all the bloodhounds of
the police. Catisson has fine eyes, and
they never look coldly into these"
The Brigadier let fall q cinder from
his pipe as, beautiful and happy in the
setting sun, came Catisson to the vim
dow, saying, with apretty laugh: "Come,
Martial, the pudding is out of the oven;
call the children"
And Tharaud arose, and, making a
cornet Of his two hands, called: ..Ole,
there, little ones, come to supper"
And as the children an, inhaling thu
oaor of the soup and the cooked chez.
ries, the Brigadier. taking his eldest and
pushing him before the others, took of
his kept. blue, trimmed with white, So
lutcd them gayly, while going to taste
at the same time the kiss and soup OF
Of Catisson.
At the end of the street a sobatier was
singing an old song and the setting SUN
cast its last rays upon the flag Of thu
good gendarme.-F'rom the French, III
Chicago Journal.