Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-07-26

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The house did not seem to be altogether
deserted. If he could only find brother
here to butcher as they had butchcrcd his
brothcr-hcarts that he could rcnd ms his
had been rent. Such was the rcvcngcful
feelings of his heart
lie will avengc himself by plumber, if
he cannot by murder. He will take gold g,
if there is no blood to shed He now
stands on the threshold of the rich house
He now strides through u porch filled
with flowers. Flowers in the midst OF
this bloody massacre! But whence comes
it that the zouave hcsitatcs2 Closcto the
flowers some childrcn's playthings are
lying-tin soldiers, sword and II copper
cannon, the uniform of little four year
old artilleryman. Little children have
here been rehcarsing the tragedy which
their father has been playing! Victor
goes on; he penctrates into the drawing
| room, which had been abandoned in
terror and dismuy. The zouavc casts Il
triumphant glance on the treasures which
the owners could not lake with thcm-a
rich booty for the soldier, if they had not
murdered his brother!
lie was on the point of calling iii his
! comrades to plumber, when he heard II
hcartrcndng cry above him. A shell
had fallen into the upper story of the
house. The Zouayc hastcncd up and
saw in II ROOM in the midst OF The ruins
caused by the explosion young mother,
apparently dead, and a child in her arms.
"Thc poor BOY" cried Victor, Mortified
at the sight, and he forgot everything
his dead brother, his revenge, the victory,
Scbastopol and the rich booty. He
who never remembers TO have had Il
mother himsclf-hc seeks TO restore her
to life. But all his efforts to restore her
to life are vain.
"Comc," he says to himself, at 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 unknown enemy.
The zouavc sought for the victor's re-
ward. There it is before him! TO pro-
an orphan. He who had himself been I'm
orphan from his birth. But what does
he discover rs he takes up the child, and
whence comes his confusion. lie had
! seen on the table gilcd helmet, and on
the helmet the black eagle and the crest
which lie had seen on the officer who
slew his brother.
This, then, is his wife whom he has be-
fore his cycS-t this is his son whom hc is
about to save. Victor, who has over
come the cholera and faced death in Il
u f., q. 4
lie struggles in Il terrible conflict with
himself, his sword seems to move ut his
side and his musIlct seems To cry ''t'ircI
But another figure stool between him aud
his slain brOthcr-tlat of the dead mother
of the child, who seemed to be kncclng
before him with claSpcd hands
"Ohi am sufficiently avcn"cd No
cruelty" the zouayc cXclaims. springng
up, and then these words come into his
mind: Whatsoever yc do unto one If
these little ones We do it unto me.
And with gentle hands he took mp the
little child. whose father had killed
Charles Carlhinc, and bearing him close
to his heart he passed with Indifference
by the silver plate without needing the
jewels and rich dresses.
On the evening OF that day The zouavc
returned with the little Russian in his
arms 10 Ills tent, and prepared for him rs
good :, supper rs he could, and his rough
comrades vied with each other in proviL-
ing for ''ihc little eagle, " and preparing
him n nest as soft as that of his mother
Several months had passed since these
events. Peace was signed ut Paris, and
Victor Carabinc, with his comrades, had
returned 10 the capital, taking the
"young black eagle with them.
About the middle Of January, 1886, an
old man and a young lady in dccpmourn-
ing-siill very pale from the effects of ILL
ness from which she had scarcely rccny-
crcd-arrivcd Mt II hotel in Paris from St
Petersburg. The first thing they did was
TO drive 10 the barracks iii the rue tic Ia
Pcpinicrc and inquire for Sergeant Victor
Carabinc. You mean the Lieutenant"
answered groom; che lives Il few steps
from here" and he told them the street
and number The young lady did not
even get into the carriage again, but led
the old man to the house which had been
pointed out to them.
/ 'HNhi'h'ihb ittDi NbN 1T Iiiiut lC
two strangers went up one story, rang ut
the bell of Il small door, and stood before
the Lieutenant. He started when he saw
them, and led them to his modest room
n writing table, four chairs, Il camp bed,
a stand Of arms, formed Tie whole of his
! furniture. Move have forgotten some
thing-a cradle stood in the room, which,
by its comfort and elegance, contrastcd
very much with the rest of the furniture
On the officers table, among his books,
papers and scgars, stood tin soldiers, ar
ranged in order of battle, which were
commanded by u child with fair hair,
whose clothes were worth six months of
a zouavc's pay. The young lady had
scarcely glanced at the child before she
uttered n loud cry, rushed up him TO en-
brace him and then fcl! fainting into the
old gcntlcman's arms. Victor at once
recognized the mother of the "littlc
black cagel," the wife of his brothers
murderer, whom he had left for dead in
her room at Sebastopol. She it was, in
deed, accompanied by her father. After
her recovery she had passed three months