San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-05-28

Mahon planting his sword OMIT ground
which they had taken.
Urged on by the madness of victory and
thirst for revenge, Victor cries' 'TEiis way,
comrades" and like a torrent his compan-
ions rushed down upon the Russia The
captain who had slain Charles rs cut down,
together with his soldiers, and hurled into
the trench. Is he dead or alfvel The 2ou-
aves don't know, but at O'Clock they are
masters Of Sebastopol.
Victor was made sergeant for his bravery
during the attack. He marched With his
comrades through the suburb Of Kara
belnaia, as sword in hand they drove
the Russians to the bridge, which was their
last refuge. The city was on fire In several
places. Victor came at last before house
whose appearance showed that it belonged to
people of high rank. 1t was the dwelling Of
a rich inhabitant of SebastUpol; perhaps one
of the leaders of the defense, whose military
skill had cost the French so much blood.
Vengeance again awoke in Vietor's breast
The house did not seem to be altogether dc
serted. If he could only find brother here
to butcher as they had butchered his brother
hearts that he could rend as his had been
rent. Such were the revengeSIl feelings of
his heart
He will avenge himself by plumber, if he
cannot by murder. He win take gold, If
there is no blood to she'd He now stands on
the threshold of the rich house. He now
strides through porch filed with flowers
Flowers in the midst of this bloody massacrel
But whence comes it that the zouave hest
tates, Close to the flowers some childrenS
playthings are lying-tin soldiers, sword
and a copper cannon, the uniform Of alittle
4-year-old artilleryman. Little children have
here been rehearsing the tragedy which their
father has been playing! Victor goes on; he
penetrateS into the drawing room, which had
been abandoned in terror and dismay. The
zouave casts a triumphant glance on the
treasures which the owners could not take
with them-a rich booty for the soldier, if
they had not murdered his brotherl
He was on the point of calling in his COM
rades to plumber when he heard a heartrend-
ing cry above him. A shell had fallen into
the upper story of the house. The zouave
FASTENED up and saw in a room, in the midst
OF the ruins caused by the explosion, a'young
mother, apparently dead, and child in her
arms.
The poor boyI" cried Victor, Mortified at
the sight, and he forgot everything, his dead
brother, his revenge, the victory, Sebastopol
and the rich booty. He hastens to the help
Of the lnother-he, who never remembers to
have had mother himself-he seeks to re-
store her to life But all his efforts to re-
store her to life are vain.
Come" he says to himself, ''it is no good,
nothing will help her. Now, let me see to
saving the child" and he looks at the little
boy, who has fallen to the ground and stares
with terror at his dead mother and his I'M
known enemy.
The zouaYe sought for the victor's reward
There it is before him! To protect an limo
cent life! to give father to an orphan. He
who had himself been an orphan from his
birth. But what does he discover as he takes
up the child, and whence comes his confusion?
He has seen on a table gilded helmet, and
on the helmet the black eagle and the crest
which he had seen on the officer who slew his
brother.
This then, is his wife whom he has before
his eyes-this is his son whom he is about to
save! Victor, who has overcome the cholera
and faced death in thousand forms, sinks
down upon a chair. He struggles in a ter
rible conflict with himself, his sword seems
to move at his side and his musket seems to
cry: Fire. But another figure stood be-
the dead mother of the child, who seemed
10 hr kneeling before HIM with clasped hands
"Oh! | am sufficiently avenged! no cru
cltyH' the zouave exclaims, springing up,
and then the words of the Blessed Saviour
come into his mind: Whatsoever ye do unto
one of these little ones, ye do it unto me"
And with gentle hands he took up the little
child, whose father had killed Charles Cara
bine, and bearing hinl close to his heart he
passes with Indifference by the silver plate
without needing the jewels and the rich
dresses.
On the evening of that day the zouave re-
turned with the little Russian in his arms to
his tent and prepared for him as good a sup
per as he could, and his rough comrades We'd
with each other In providing for 1.-THE little
eagle" and preparing him a nest as soft as
that of his mother.
Several months had passed since these
events Peace was signed at Paris, and Vic
tor Carabine, with his comrades, had re-
turned to the capital, taking the young
black eagle" with them.
About the middle of January, 1856, an old
man and young lady in deep mourning
still very pale from the effects of an illness
from which she had scarcely recovered-ar-
rived at an hotel in Paris from st. Peters
burg. The first thing they did was to drive
to the barracks in the Rue de la Pepiniere
and inquire for Sergt. Victor Carabine
You mean the lieutenant" answered a
groom; "he lives few steps from here" and
he told them the street and number The
young lady did not even get into the car
riage again, but led the old man to the house
which had been pointed out to them.
Lieut. Victor was at home The two stran-