Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1890-02-13

said:
Listen to me! At Bergame, during the
campaign in Italy, / was made lieutenant.
Ths place was surrendered and one OF my
men, who had bravely done his duty In that
cauupaign, that evening stole watch. had
the robber shot. In Egypt my orderly,
dragon who Rad helped save my life at the
Pyramids struck derviSh who was coming
out Of mosque. had that man dismissed
from the army. At Wagran, finally, sur
prised the oldest officer of my squadron, OF
which had been commander for hve years,
irving to ruin q woman myself killed the
Villain
The Cossack bowed, but said nothing. The
able continued:
"You are to your soldiers the example OF
discipline and honor. You have stained 1t,
monsieur. If had not arrived in time you
would have committed here in my home an
infamy-sullied home which l left under
the safeguard of your loyalty. 1t Is neces-
sary that you shah account to me; and II you
refIrse shall compel you Forget, then, that
am a priest, and remember only that l was
q soldier"
The Able Chauteloup approached the wall
and took down from its place under cross
the cavalry saber which had ssIVed him
through the great WITS
''Come, monsiemr' said he then. Jean,
bring lantern aud follow Us.
As they passed by the chamber where
Mile. Lys sat alone. sobbing, with her face
between her hands, the able entered
II have defended you from tears, my
child he said "YoW father died fighting
this shameless enemy-you ought then to be
strong" And then with the utmost tender
ness: Embrace me, my little oner
The girl threw her arms around the abbe's
neck, who pressed her 70 his heart and then,
dsergaging himself, said:
"Remain upon your knees. my child, and
pray for him who "a to die!"
The three men descended, traversed the
vestry and the wings of the church, drowned
in shadow, where the lantern Of the sacristan
scintihated like hstle golden star.
The able passed behind the great altar,
made sign before the cross, and pushed the
crealrins bolts Of low door, which opening
permitted him 70 pass out into the wet and
cold night air. The stranger in passing the
threshold struck his foot upon stone, which
made him slip.
"Be careful, monsieur" said the able
1--WE are in the 6e2d Of rest and that stone is
grave"
They passed on under the great yew trees
and the willows, where the grass reached
almost to the knees, and halted behind a
wing of the church. Looking around, the
able said:
1--WE shall be very well here. Jean, hang
the lantern on branch Of that cross"
The sacristan obeyed. The lantern, swung
by the wind, cast shifting glmmer, which
revealed the gloomy silhouette of the priest
and the pale face of the officer against the
great shadows dancing on the wall OF the
apse The able made with his manned right
hand the sign of the Gross and grasped in his
left hand the hilt of his heavy sword.
Come ON, monsieur, -. he said calmly.
The officer wiped his forehead, drenched
with sweat, and slowly drew his sword. The
two great blades touched and then, amid the
surrounding silence, their flashes met in ring
ing blows
Meanwhile Jean. Bigorne, ON his knees IN the
grass, and with bis hands clasped, ferveauy
repeated the prayers for the dying:
'Susdpe, Domino, servum Truu"-
ct am hit" said the able, pakying blow.
The sacristan sprang to his side. The blade
of the Cossack officer in passing over the
abbeS wrist guard had traversed his arm and
made a wound.
"You cannot continue my commander, :"
said Jean.
Then the officer stepped forward and said:
II cannot fight with defense}ess man, mon
sieur. You cannot hold your sword with ahat
hand and the other is MANNED"
ITO your placed" said tho Able Chanteloup,
sendng his sword with his mutihted right
hand. "The crime you have committed ought
to be elaborated and / viii kill the memory
of it with you. jean, take your handkerchief
and tie this hand firmly to this hit. The
sword win never faH but with the arm. Now
we will proceed, monsieur"
And then the fight RECOMMENDED, and with
it the voice Of Jean Rgorna, intoning the
funeral verse:
'fihers, domino, amman sevf tui"
Closer. without breathing time, hand to
hand the furious fight went On, and the as
saults Of the officer. more agile, upon the
able. Slowly the old soldier parTied that
blade, which fell like club. But he parried
it, and at Last he passed under the stranger
arm, raised for . terrible blow, and thrust
his own blade into dis throat.
''He has 1t, my comnanieri.
And Jean Bieorns seized the lantern, drip
ping tearfuily with raiu, and held it near the
face of the man stretched upon the ground.
A red truth boroered the lips between the
c3enched teeth.
May God give yea mercy - pardon
you said the Abbe CaAnbeloup, mar leave
yoa to suffer IN soul or bodyi"
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