The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1888-12-01

ing tor the patient became more dill
cult. The torpor Of his senses and his
limbs, which up to this time had
served our purpose. began to disap
pear. Two or three times already had
the terrific voiIcys fired from the Mail
lot gate made him start. 1t became
necessary to invent final victory for
Bazaine at Berlin. 2Rd we told him
that in honor of it these salutes were
fired from the Inyalides. One day,
his bed having been pushed near the
window, he plainly saw the National
Guard as they were being massed in
the Avenue de la Grande Armee.
I wonder why those troops are
thereY said the old man, and we heard
him mutter between his teeth, They
carry themselves badly. very badly!
Nothing more happened ct that
time; but we perceived that hence
forth it would be necessary to take the
greatest precautions. Unfortunately
we were not careful enough.
Zone evening when | arrived at the
house the young girl displayed great
anxiety as sac received me.
Tomorrow they will enter the
city, she said to me-
''At that moment the door of her
grandfather's room was opened. On
thinking Of the matter since then
have recalled the fact Tat his face
wore an extraordinary expression that
evening. 1t is probable that lie had
overheard us. We, however, had
spoken of the Prussians, ard he
thought we had referred to the
French, to their triumphal return, foI
which he had waited 50 long Mac.
Mallon descending the avenue amid
flowers and the blare of trumpets.
Col Jouve's son at the side of the
marshal, and he, the old man, on his
balcony, in grand military costume, as
at Lutzen, saluting the tattered battle
flags and the eagles blackencd with
powder.
Poor old Col. Jouvel Without
doubt he thought that we were trying
to prevent him FROM witnessing the
parade of our troops in order that he
| might avoid emotion that would be
too severe for him. lie spoke little to
any one that evening. The next
morning, however, at the very hour
the Prussian battalions emerged timid-
ly in the long way which leads from
the Maillot gate TO the Tuileries, the
window was opened softly and the
colonel appeared on the balcony wear
ing his casque and the gorgeous COS
| tune of an old cuirassior. | have
often asked myself since what effort OF
the will, what renewal of youthful
vigor, had thus put him on his feet
and in harness. At any rate he was
there, standing erect behind the rail
ing of the balcony. He seemed sur
prised to find the avenues almost
empty and silent, the shutters of the
houses closed, Paris gloomy as great
lazaret, flags everywhere, but, strange
to say, all white with red crosses, and
no one there to receive our soldiers.
s'For moment he seemed to think
! that he had been deceived.
But mol From a distance, behind
the Arc. dc Trionnphe, came confused
sound, and long black line moved IL
sight. Then, one by one, the eagles
on the casques cleaned in the sun
light, the drums began to beat, and
under the Arc dc rEtoile, where The
pavement sounded with the Rhythmic
tread of the legions and the clankine
of sabers, burst forth the triumpha
march of Schubert.
Then cry was heard, a terrible
cry: TO arms! to arms! The Prus
siansr And the four Uhlans of tn,
advance guard saw above them on th'
balcony grand old man totter, throw
up his arms and fall. This time Col
Jouve was dead. Translated from tn,
French of Alphonse Daudet for Tn,
New York Press by G.. A. R. Haven