Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-05-24
THB REID FLAG.
M, Z. BRADDON.
Author OF SLady Audlcy's Secret"

Author OF SLady Audlcy's Secret"
~ etc. etc. etc. /,
The streets were very quiet, and had a
somewhat gloomy look as the wedding
party drove back to Git le C9ur; but they
were oil too happy, too much engrossed by
their own bliss, TO remark the change that
had come over the aspect OF the city. No
more flags, no more cheering, nc more songs
of triumph.
Il wonder they did not illuminate some
oil the public buildings" said Durand, as
they passed the Palais de Justice,
Not a festival lamp twinkled in the Au-
gust Shutdown, not q star Of colored light
sparkied on all the length of the quays; not
a rocket shot up above the chestnuts In the
Gardens OF the Tuilcries. Paris wore her
everyday aspect. However elated the city
had been this morning, she was taking her
triumph soberiy tonight
The little dinner In the Rue Git lie Cpuf
was a great success. The feast was held in
Madame Schubert's apartment, and that
kindly ma,ron presided at the banquet.
Never was there a merrier meal; voices all
mingling now and then In a Joyous tumult
OF speech-volces low and sweet, deep and
f~esohantT-ahd rlpplas of happy laughter; d
tituACn NAiithlllk VI kidtNtN, anu AutCUOtpS
md cdteInbors. Gaston's friend the journal.
ist turned out a wit OF the first water; aud
the gray-bearded grave artist proved won
derfully good company; he was loaded with
anecdotes, like q s~ix-chambered revolver,
end before his audience had done laughing
ct one story he had begun another, still fun
pier, and then another, funnier again, 4
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES of mirth.
Just as q ctowning feature, with the des
bert, came a single bottle OF champagne,
whose cork exploded with the force OF Q
cannon.
Listen therev' cried the journalist. SLOW
that thunders. 1t is the true wine of war
And at this a burst Of gaiefy. 1t is such &
droll thing, Ia guerTc, when oBe's own eoun
try is winning,
'Just one little glass more, hne policht
nellie my friend" said CASTOR, filling hl,
Seiiow-scrlbbler's glass, ITO fete our arms
After the champagne, CASTOR slipped out
quietly, with just a whispered explanation
IN his wife. He had TO 40 round to the news,
pape Office, In the Rue ST. Andre DIES Arts
10 arrange about his descriptive article 70,
Sunday, or, in point Of fact, to write his pa.
per on the spot,
He was gone about an hour and a half, and
although the anecdotes and cdlembors wenl
on, and the fun was fast and furious all the
time, that hour and a half seemed long I'd
his bride.
When he came back the gloom OF his
couutenance scared the jewellers.
"Why, CASTOR; thou loOkest as dolosous
as the statue of the Communicated What
hils thee, Trouble-feast?'
ut was all a hoax, cried Mortemar, fling.
Ing down his hat savagely, "A trick of that
black-hearted devil Bismarck. There has
been no French v~ictory-defeat, IL any
thing. And our shouts, our Songs, our flags
ALI madness and iolly.n
20, but come, low, that Is a little too
strong on the part of oe coQ1itt Bismarck
Yes, 1t is too strong. He Is strong and
we are weak-weakef than water. A ma
ton that has no prudence, no caution, nc
GOODNESS OF brain, can never be q great ma
ton. We are children, always ready tc
take a will-o'the-wisp for a comet
I'VE are Celts, my friend, that Is all,
And we have the strength and the weakness
of the Celtic nature" quietly answered the
gray-bearded painter. Il am afraid these
slow square-headed Saxons will get the bet
ter OF us. Ii Is the old race OF the hare and
the tortoise over again"