West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1889-06-20

| InhtseS Is cut down, together with his
soldiers, and hurled into the trench. Is
he dead or aliveg The zouaves don't
know, but at 5 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
karabelnaia rs 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 n house whose appearance showed
that It belonged to people of high rank
IL was the dwelling of a rich inhabitant
OF Sebastopol; perhaps one of the leaders
OF the defense, whose military skill had
cost the French so much blood VenVe-
ance again awoke in Victor's breast
The house did not seem TO be altogether
deserted. III he could only find brother
here TO butcher as they had butchercd his
brother-hcarts that he could rend ms his
had been rent Such was the rcvengcful
feelings of his heart.
He will avengc himself by plunder, il
he cannot by murder. He will take gold,
If there is no blood to shed. He now
stands on the threshold of the rich house.
He now strides through "A porch filed
with flowers. Flowers in the midst of
this bloody massacre But whence comes
1t that the zouave hesitatesl Close TO the
flowers some childrens playthings are
| lying-tin soldiers, sword and copper
cannon, the uniform of little four-ycar-
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
comrades to plunder, when he heard a
heartrending cry above him. A shell
had fallen into the upper story of the
house. The zouave hastcned up and
saw in room, in the midst OF the ruins
caused by the explosion, young mother,
apparently dead, and child in her arms
"The poor boyl" cried Victor, Mortified
at the sight, and he forgot everything
his dead brother, his revenge, the victory,
Sebastopol and the rich booty. Hc
hastens TO the help of the mother-he,
who never remembers TO have had a
mother himself-he seeks to restore her
to life. But all his efforts toirestore her
to life are vain.
"Come, " he says 20 himself, sit lis no
good; nothing will help her. Now, let
me see to saving the child" and Inc looks
at the little boy, who has fallen to the
ground and stares with terror at his dead
mother and his unknown enemy.
The zouave sought for the victor's re-
ward. There it is beforelhiml To pro-
tcct an innoccutIhfe to give a father 10
an orphan. Heiwho had himself been an
orphan from his birth. But what does
he discover as he. takes up the Child, and
whence comes his confusion2 He had
seen on the 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 be-
fore his eyes-this is hisison whom he is
about TO savel Victor, who has over
come the cholera and faced death in a
thousand forms, sinks.doygn upon chair.
He struggles III n terrible conflict with
himself his sword seems to move at his
side and his musket seems TO cry "Fire ~
But another figure stood between him and
his slain brother-that oGtthe dead mother
Of the child, who seemed to ,beikneeling
before him with claspedS hands.
"Ohl am sufficiently avengedi No
cruelty" the zouave exolairls, springinQ
up, and then these wordsEcome into his
mind: whatsoever yeAdo unto one of
these little ones ye dot it unto me -
And with gentle handsg'he took up the
little child, whose faaher had killed
Charles Carabine, and bearing him close
to his heart nc passed. with Indifference
by the silver plate without needing the
jewels and rich dresses.
On Intervening of thati day the zouave
returned with the little Russian in his
arms to his tent, and prepared for him as
good n supper,as he could and his rough
comrades vied,with each other in provid-
ing for "the little eagle, pand preparing
him nest as soft as that Of his mother.
Several months had passed sinccithese
events. Peace was signed at Paris, and
Victor Carabino, with his comrades, had
returned to the capital taking the
young black eagle" with them.
About thctmiddlo of january, 1856, an