The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1889-08-10
'I'ViiytLiiPo and Death
EJ{DER fiEDICiL ADVICE.
X Story of the Franco
PruSSian War.
2Y ROBERT BUCHANAN.
CHAPTER MI.
rEE MEnATFTnE

TIE MEDALLION.
As The night advanced, the wounded
man continued to sleep TRANQUILITY, only
now and then turning on his pil ow and
murmuriag o hims If. A clock on the
m4ntel-riece Of the little sit.ing-room
SOM lei the haIf-hours, and as each
struck clearly Blanche rose aud admins
tered tie anodyne.
Blanche felt no desire to sleep. Her
heart was too deeply stirred, her mind too
troubled, for Ler even to close her eyes.
She SIT watching patiently, thinking Of
all the sad fortune OF war, OF the strange
events which had brought the young Off
Ger to that house, and, above all, of her
father
She thought Of the home beyond tie
Rhine, where The soldiers sister, girl
like herself, was waiting for him, per-
haps praying on her knees. She could
almost picture her-a child, as he had
said. with golden hair All, yes, her dear
father was right. War was an evil thing,
and even the enemies of France had low
j & homes, with dear ones to watch fondly
their coming and their going
Suddenly she Was startled by a wild cry,
almost q shrink, from the SICK bed. Ris-
ing to her feet, she saw that the wounded
man had started up from his sleep, and,
leaning upon one elbow, Was wildly look
ing round. As She bent toward him lie
spoke rapidly in German, and gazed upon
vacancy with the expression Of one seeing
some Lideous sight.
Monsieur, what is it? An, Try to com
rose YOURSELF" she cried.
Who's there? Who speaks?" he cried,
IN German. Look look-that face. Can
you not see, there against the wall?'
Terrified and trembling, she followed
the direction Of his gaze, but saw moth
ing.
Is it you, Mademoiselle Blanche2" he
molned, this time IN French. / thought
it was her voice, NY little AnLchen s.
How long have | teen lying here3'
since this afternoon, when you were
wounded.
Yes, yes; / remember You brought
me here Am 1t the Chateau Of Grand
pre-
Yes; but do not question any more.
Lie down, ] beseech YOU"
Come closer, he murmured; closer
still. | thiak-I think-that l am dy-
ing:"
No, no; you win liye!"
Whether | live or die, [ have a duty
t. fulhIl-a solemn duty. Something
warned me iii ms Slaep-a yoice-his voice.
Bend down your car; l must speak to
You.
Not no" 10 morrow
Ills lace ueeaihe almost stern IN resolve
as ho fepled.
20 me TINS lasI service Let me ease
10y hedili let me Keep my promise.
lie rsAchel oas ms trembling haId and
sra7Ped het bE me wrist. IN heI horror
anu pity sAe soald say no more. lie went
OF.
he war, Al. what curse IS war! It
turns men into devils. Even | who speak
to you have blood upon my hands. One
night, up yOnder in tie north, l killed q
Eren Imam
His expression was so terrible that she
would have shruuk away had he not held
her.
listen Blanche We ,rare i tacbed
"a storm COTTAGE held bv handful Of
tho French. AS NE creDt forward i'm the
shadow Of t'.e trees we saw one of the
enemy standing Ike n sentinel in the full
tpoouIiuht His back WAS toward MS. h..
didnsf sgon to bsar rs co1,i,[[, 7 vras
nnon him Lafor. IL corId t1rr ar ~ +
emf him 7a,y, m, nm, eg.o,.J. l1a foll Nth
ant 1. rom
.Ief me ao for Gods saket" moapad
the frightened nirl. Il cannot listen.
Brt tbouoh lis Ioll UDon her was veal,
ana trembling. She had lot the strength
to draw herself away.
We sacked the cottage, he continued,
i'm hoarse whisper Then, sick of the
slaughter, I stepped back iuto the moon