Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-05-31

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dustry were inexhaustible. Her hands
were as the hands of Briareus for
serving the patriots with their coffee, their
rolls and butter. Her gay voice sounded
above the other voices In the melee OF wit
and patriotism. She sang as she went t
and fro among the little tables, waiting up
on her patrons; and her song was always
the newest ballad with which the ballad
mongers were undermining the government,
the 'Lillbullero" Of the hour.
"Je sails lie plan de Trochu,
Plan, plan, plan, plan, planV'
Sometimes, in a moment OF exaltation,
her customers would call for a stave OF the
"Marselllaise'' or the Ca ica," and then
the cllnk Of cups and saucers and knives
and forks upon the tables was like the clash
Of swords.
But, tempting as these morning Assem-.
blles OF the patriotic and the idle might be
10 a man OF Gaston's temperament he never
crossed the threshold of Suzon MichePs
shop. lie passed her door twice q day, or
~oftener, on his way TO and from the new
paper office; he heard the chorus OF voices
inside, but he never entered the shop. He
had n feeling that loyalty to Kathleen for.
babe bin to hold any ommun with SuZon.
And what need had he to take his cup oil
coffee from a shopkeeper's hand when the
faithful wife was -aiting for him in her
bower on the third story, watching the little
brass coffee-pot simmering upon q handful
Of charcoal? One could not be too spsring
of fire in these days, though one were ever
so sure that the Prussians must retire from
the enemy's soil before winter began in
TtNl tdIltst. Tic titUntulS WOulu KIN up
on the side Of the besieged. That vast
army, shiyering yonder under canvas, must
beat a retreat at d~ouDle-cuick time before
Jack Frost.
II was on one Of the clear gray afternoons
OF October that CASTOR stood resting upor
his gun, at his post on the rampant of the
fort, gazing with dreamy eyes upon a land
scape of poetic beauty, the deep rich color
ing of the autumn subs.a;l into perfect
bermony by the tender mists which shad
owed without concealing wood and river
vineyard and field, while far of in the dim
ness of the horizon his fancy conjured NJ
the dark swarm of Prussian helmets, black
ening the edge Of the landscape. The atmos
phere was full Of peace, and the silence Of
this lonely outpost was broken only by th'
pd rive Of the ~sentries and the chime o.
distant churchc!ocks, A good plRc, for a
poet to brood upon the creations OF hi
fancy, OF for a jourDalist to hatch a leading
article.
While CASTOR stood at ease, with his eye,
wandering far aield towards the dlstan
foe, and his fancies straying still further IL
q day-dream of universal peace, liberty, ar
for arts sake, and all the impOssibilities o
the socialists Utopia, a sound of striden
laughter, Of deep bass voices and nasal treb
les, broke like a volley Of musGetry through
the stiffness of the soft gray atmosphere
and presently half dozen kepis, or Nationa
Guard, considerably the worse for le peti
bleu, came staggering along the rampant
escOItlng a yong woman, whose scarle
). headgear shone in the distance like a spO
nf fame.