The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-07-04
CHAPTER Nj.
KArnLEEN's AyocArIoN

KATHLEEN S ANOCAT1OS.
Whit Sunday. May on the threshold Of
June, the very dawn of Summer; but the
sun, which hitherto has shone piiiless
searching light upon scenes Of death aEdhor-
ror, shine no more. stormy winds beat
aud buster against that feeble old house in
the Rue Git l. C1ar, with q sound and fury
as OF thunder: the can,ionale of heaven
takes up the cannonade of earth, and echoes
it with twenty-f9ll power. Tempestuous
rain lashes the windows, like the spIay
from a seething ocean. The M Of Mont
martre thunders against The heights Ct
Bellevi!le and Menilmontant. The insui-
gents reply with savage fury, llind, recl,-
less, deluginy Par.s with shells.
And While the pitiless struggle still goes
Oh upon the lights of Bellevitle, the day of
rerr:sals has ALREADY begun for the insur-
gents. From Mazas they bring a hundred
and forty-eight prisoners, LASTLY huddled
into the prison yesterday. liz the stormy
Sunday morning, Whitsuntide morning,
they are marched to the cemetery of Pr.
Llcha,s', among the trees and the flowers
and the marble monuments of the distin-
guished dead; and there, hard by that con-
mon grave where the murdered Archbishop
and his companions lie in their bloody
! SiltOuuos Nv iSNtldb D.lSJiltlS az uaN tNSh
into patches of ten, and shot TO death. They
die bravely, joining hands ami crying, Long
live the Commune!m with their last breath.
In the prison of Little Roquettc, at about
the same hour, two hundred and twenty
seven insurgents meet the same doom; not
quite so boldly, for some of these, said an
eyewitness, were %snivellers, and begged for
mercy.
The final hour has come; those shells arc
verify the death-rattle of the Commune.
Thirty thousand men are said to be concern
trated upon this point of Paris, where they
have built UP giant barrlcades, almost i'm
penetrable for,reSses, communicating with
each other by underground passages, a won
der of rough and ready masonry and skill.
They are held in this supreme hour by men
of desperate courage, men who have sworn
not to surrender.
Two O'Clock on that stormy Sabbath; and
so far there has been neither rest nor re-
spite. Cannon, mitrailleuse, chassepot,
laundering, rafting, roaring, Kissing: but
now as the afternoon wears on there come
intervals Of silence. The cannonade pauscs
to draw breath. The sounds of battle seem
! more remote-thcy die away in the distance.
Then silence.
Silence! Are they all dead?
This is Sunday, the day when the laborer
rests from his toll; but to-day there has
been only one laborer, and his name is
Death.
Evening, and for the first time for many
weeks and many days no more cannon. 0
happy silence of peacel Or should we not
rather say silence of death?
A column of six thousand prisoners who
have surrendered at Belleville slowly defile
along the boulevard; and this is verify the
end. Yes, the cup of desolation has been
drained to the dregs. There have been the
sword to STAY, and the dogs to tear. and the
fowls of the heaven and the beasts of the
earth to devour and destroy, as in the day
of the Prophet; only the dogs have been
human dogs, and the beasts have been hui
mar beasts; and the wlirlwind of the LAd
has gone forth with fury, a continuing
whirlwind, and it has fallen with pain upon
the head of the wicked; and OH the head OF
the good and just, and innocent and gentle
1Also.
The sacred month Of May, month dedi.
ckted to the holy mother of God, was oye1
-imonth of May never to be forgotten by
the French people, May which has left its
! taaeliRls pagk lpop the city of Parls--and