The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-07-04
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the outside world to be lulled 10 rest by
Madame Schubert's cheerful assurances.
And then, since the birth of the Commune,
Paris had grown accustomed to the sound
OF b~ombardment, to the smoke of cannon.
ro.ichinelle had made his jokes. the merry.
so-rounds had revoived the balrel-organs
flies and drums had sounded cleerily In the
Champs Elysees, albeit Versailles was bonn
harding Paris. The roar of guns, the noise
and havoc of war, had become the everyday
sounds of the city. Rose, lying in her cur
tanned bed. windows closed and mufled,
hardly knew that tho guns to-day sounded
!ouder and nearer.
Philip will go no more tothe barricades."
she told Kathleen. "He was wounded in
the shoulder esterday--a very slightwound,
praise 10 Heaven! but enough to prevent
his fighting any more.
Kathleen heard with a shudder, remem-
barring that file Of prisoners, with fettered
limbs and downcast eyes, pale, despairing,
submissive. She had heard people say that
all who had carried arms against the Re-
public would be served thus. Passes pas
les drneS!" The phrase was familiar
enough now. A short shift, and your back
against q wall, citizen, Your waistcoat open,
so! and eight muzzles pointed ut your heart.
where is Gaston?' said Rose presently.
"Maman Schubert said he was at the office
all yesterday. HIS newspaper is to be re-
| viyed now that Paris Is more tranquil, she
told me. Are you glad of that, Kathleen? l
hope he will not preach revolution any
more. We have had enough of the Com
mune."
Yes, enough-more than enough" said
Kathleen, her pale lips gnivcring as she
turned away her head.
All that day the sisters spent together,
Kathleen devoting herself to Rose and the
baby, smiling upon both, speaking hopeful
words; but after dark, when Rose had fallen
asleep, Kathleen stole away from the sick
room just as Madame Schubert re-entercd,
after having attended to her own home af-
fairs. Before Madame Schubert had time
to ask her a question, Kathleen was gone.
She ran up to her own room, put on her neat
little bonnet and shawl, her thick black
veil, and then back to those terrible streets,
to the sitting smoke, the glare of the con-
aagration, the tramp of soldiery, the cry of
Stand, or l fire"
The struggle was over in the center Of
Paris. The insurgents had retired to Pcre
Lachaise, Mcnilmontant, Belleville, the
Buttes Chaumont. The huge storehouses
of Villette filled half the sky with lur,d
flame, across which flashed the swift white
Eight of the annon The Hotel do Vile
stood sharply out against the sky of lme
and mooalight-a ruin, grand rs any wreck
of Roman greatness; airy columns, fairy
arches. doorways without rooms, spectral
corridors, cornices OF delicate tracery; and,
above all, unframed, in big golden capitals,
TIE legend, Liberty! Equality! Frat6rni-
tyr
And stl roars the demoniac thunder of
the cannon. Montmar,re, fion lis superior
lleiglt t, rains death and destruction upon
Be!ley II, and La Rolnett,. Belleville and
La RcQnetta reply with mitrlil!eu5e and
shell.
"Any news-any news of Colonel Seri.
zicr9' Kathleen asks of a group of women
at a street-cnrner.
But they do not even know WHO Scrizicr
is. They are fullof Their own troubles, their
own fears. One of these wceps for a bus.
band whom she has not seen for four days
called out against his Willie, the peace
able father of 4 family-to go and work and
fight and die at the b%arricadcs.
"Ah, ma bonnc.!" she says to Kathleen,
with streaming eyes. the Commune was
very cruel; and now they say Monsieur
Theirs will be cruel too. Those TO. lish peo.
pie have pulled down his house, and The
will not hep to arrange matters.
S ~r.zicr? No; no one in the streets knew
anything about Seriz;er.
What WAS this dark rumor which the Ioi.
terers in the streets repeated to each othel
with awe-4tricken faces? The hostages had
been murdered at La Roquett three days
ago, slaughtered within the walls of the
prison. The Archbishop of Paris, the Cure
of the Madeline, Monsieur Bonfean the
Prcsidant-eighteen victims in all.
Yes, it was true. True also that at five
O'Clock this afternoon, in the bright May
sunshine, another band of llo tages-priests.
soldiers, ciyiiiaas-to the number of fiji. y.
two, had been done to death by a savage
mob in the Rue Haxo, Oh the heights OF
Bellevi]le: but this new horror had not vet
become town talk.
1t was one O'Clock in the morning When
Kathleen went home, worn out by wander.
ing up and down the streets, standing al
corners or on the bridges listening to the
passers-by, to the people who stood at their
doors: but nowhere could she hear anything
which threw new light upon the tragedy in
the Avenue d'italie, OF the wretch who had
Planned that bloody deed.