New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-09-08

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bigger boy stalked out proud as :
king, and rafting his money. stenne
passed, hanging his head, and as he
passed the Prussian whose gaze had
embarrassed him so, he heard him
say in q sad tone of voice: a pact
top; q pact tjcp, this" and it
brought the tears to his eyes.
Once out in the plain the boys began
to run quickly towards home. Their
bag was full Of potatoes, which the
Pussians had given them, and so they
passed the sharps ooters' trench with
out a hitch. Here they were getting rea.
dy for the night attack. Troops kept
coming in silently and forming behind
the walls. The old Sergeant was there
looking happy and busily placing
his men. He noticed the children as
they passed and smiled at them kindly.
How that smile hurt young Stenne!
He was on the point of calling out to
them:
Don't go there; we have betrayed
you"
But his companion had warned him:
eff you peach we shall be shot," and
SO fear kept him from saying any
thing.
At Courneuve they entered an aban-
doned house to divide up the money,
and truth obliges me to own that the
division was fair one, and that when
young Stenne heard the crowns lin.
Cling into his pockets and thought OF
the many games of 'galoche" he
should be able to play, his crime no
longer seemed such horrible one.
AS soon as be was alone, however,
he began to suffer misery; the bigfellow
had left him as soon as they had
passed the gates, and then the crowns
began to grow heavier and heavier,
and the hand that was clutch.
ing his heart frightened it's grasp.
Paris seemed changed; the PEG.
pie in the street looked at him
disapprovinely, as ii they knew
where he had been, and he kept hear.
ing the "spy' in the noise Of the wheels
and in the rolling OF the drums the
boys were practising on along the ca.
nal embankment. He reached home
at last, and went to his room at once,
thankful that his father had not come
home yet; the crowns that seemed so
heavy to him he hid under the pillow.
Father Stenne had never been so
good or so jolly as that evening when
he came home. The news from the
provinces was good, and prospects
looked more cheerful. While he was
eating supper the old soldier kept
looking up at his gun that hung from
a nail in the wall, and said to his boy
with y good-natured laugh:
"Hey, little man, how you would 60
for those Prussians if you were big
enough"
About8 o'clock they heard the guns
booming.
THAT is at Aubervilliers. They are
fighting at the Bourget," said the old
fellow who knew all the forts by heart.
Young Stenne grew very pale and went
up to bed, saying he felt very tired:
but he could not get to sleep-and the
guns kept on booming. He fancied
that he could see the sharpshooters
going out into the night, so as to sur.
prise the Prussians, and falling into
ambush themselves. He remembered
the sergeant who had smiled at him,
and he fancied he saw him stretched
out in the snow, and a number OF 9th.
ers with him. The price OF all this
blood was just there beneath his pill.
low-and he, the son OF Mr.. Stenne,
the son OF a soldier! All the tears
were choking him. In the next room
he heard his father walking up and
down, and then open the window. On
the square below they were beating tc
arms; amilitia battalion was forming,
ready to start. 1t was really serious
battle; he could not keep back his
sobs.
"What is the natter" asked Fa
ther Stenne, as he opened the door
The child could not stand it any long
er, he jumped out OF bed and threw
himself at his fathers feet; and as he
did 80 the crowns rolled out on the
floor.
"What is that?" cried the old man
trembling all over. "Have you stolen?"
And without drawing breath young
Stenne told how he had gone to the
Prussians and what he had done
there; as he talked his heart grew light
er; it was relief to accuse himself
Father Stenne listened and his brow
kept growing darker; when it was all
told he laid his face in his hands and
wept.
feather, father" the child began
The old man thrust him aside with
out a word, and picked up the money
els it all here?" he asked
Young Stenne nodded. The old fellow
then took down his gun and cartridge
box, and put the money into his
pocket.
every WELL" he said, 81 am goins
to give it back to them" And with
out another word, without turning
round again, he went down anc
marched away into the night with tht
militiamen who were just starting
He never was seen again. Translated
from the French of Daudet.
Did Prayer Save Them?
While Alfred Green and anothe,
young man were fishing in Shirley gut