Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-07-12

was In q small Office In the Marais--an Office
to which she had gone With Rose years ago,
soon after their first coming to Paris, TO in
quire for wdk. IL was q registry for ser
wants, for clerks in a small way, and for
shopmen. Here she asked how many cur.
riers' workshops there were In Paris. She
thought there would be several-ten per-
haps, or even twenty.
The agent gave her a trade-directory,
opened II for her at q page headed Cur.
riers." There tyso hundred and thirty.
two curriers' in Paris-two hundred and
thirty-two workshops, at any II OF which
the man Serizler might be plying his trade.
Hardly strange, taking this fact into con.
sideration, that the law had hitherto failed
TO touch this offender; more especially as
the government, though ready to administer
stern justice upon such Of the Communist
assassins who came in Its way, did not give
itself very much trouble in hunting down
those who had made clean of.
And then, again, the harmless Dominicans
vera solitary men. There was no wife or
child, no friend or sweetheart, to avenge
them.
ut will be longer thar / thought" Kath-
lecn said TO herself, as she stood at a desk
in the shadow at the back of the little Office,
copying that long list Of names and I'D.
dresses.
Two hundred and thirty-two workshops
There were names Of streets which she had
never heard of-districts, suburbs, Of whose
very existence she was Ignorant. The work
OF copying those addresses alone occupied
her for nearly two hours; she was so care
full to write every address correctly, to be
sure Of every name.
When her task was done she gave the
agent two francs for the use of the book,
ink, and paper, and asked him where she
could buy a good map OF Paris. He directed
her TO a shop In the next street, where she
got what she wanted; and this done, she
went home.
Rose was singing over her baby, singing
IN the sunllt window. bright with flowers.
Philip had fitted the windows with Hover
boxes of his own designing-Swiss, rustic,
what you will-constructed out Of odd pieces
Of rough oak, the refuse OF his cabinet
work. Rose was the gardener, who bought
and planted the flowers, and tended these
humble gardens day by day; and never had
bloomed finer carnations than Roses Gloire
de Malmaison yonder, or lovelier roses than
her Marechal Mel.
Durand was at work In his carpenters
shop hard by, with q sheaf Of chisels, cary
ing n bird whose breast feathers seemed
rufled with the summer wind, so full OF
life was the chisellIng. What a happy home
II looked In the July afternoon! The tide
OF blood and fire had rolled by, and left this
little household unscathed, untouched. Nay,
in the midst of death and doom the babe
had been born, and the Trinity Of domestic
love had been made perfect.
Kathleen sank down into a chair near her
sisters signing, family In very WEAKNESS.
my love, how tired you look p said Rose
tenderly. Have you been far"
mo; only to the Marais.'
Rose had Of late abstalned from all close
questioning OF her sister. She knew that
Kathleen wandered about the streets aim
lessly, wearied herself with long walks that
seemed utterly without end or motive. But
this idle wandering might be one way OF
living down a great grief Ii was well perhaps
10 LET the mourner take her own way. Moth
ing so oppressive as obtrusiye sympathy.
Rose sympathised, and said very little.
At his wife's instigation Durand watched
the girls lonely walks Oh two or three oc-
casions-saw that she suffered no harm,
went into 10 vile quarters, provoked no III
suit; and after being assured of this, Rose
was content 10 let her follow her own de-
vices.
The angel Of consolation may be leading
her" she said; saints and angels know
what Is best for her."
And in her hlgh-strung faith as a Papist,
Rose Durand believed that her sisters pure
spirit here on earth might be in communica-
ton with the souls of that mighty company
which had gone before, that great cloud OF
witnesses lowering round us, invisible, i'm
palpable-the spirits of the faithful depart
ed.
Kathleen sat silent, those dreamy eyes OF
hers gazing across the flowers to the blue
clvuiless sky. The dark-ylolet eyes seemed
larger and more lustrous thar Of old now
that her face was pinched and thin; but O
so unspeakably sad!
"WhYMere, Eai.nat @aaJps. at dSpey-tl time
the morning.
II think not,' Kathleen answered alb
sently.
And you went out so early! ! was a,
your door before six, and found yop were
gone. You must be faint for want OF food
II never feel hungry. / am q little tired,
that's ALL"
The boy had dropped off to sleep by this
time. Rose laid him softly In his cradle,
and then busted herself preparing a meal
for her sister.
She made some coffee in a little brown
pot, which needed only a handful Of burn
Ing charcoal TO heat Ii. She brought out
some Lyons sausage, a plate Of salad, a
bunch Of crisp light bread, u roll of butter
in O little covered dish half full Of ice.
Everything In Roses domestic arrange
ments was fresh and clean and neat. The
cloth she spread on the table was spotless
damask, washed and ironed by her own
hands.
Come, pet" she said, and coaxed her sis
ter to tho table, taking of her bonnet,
smoothing the soft golden hair, kissing the
pale brow, SO full Of gloomy thought.
Kathleen took o little coffee, but ate MOTH
ing. She sat with her eyes fixed on vacancy,
scarcely conscious Of the meal that had been
spread for her, quite unconscious Of Roses
face watching her.
my dearest, IL you don't eat-if you 20
wandes Ing about and fasting for long hours
you will be fit for nothing; you will drop
down in the streets; you will be carried of
to a hospital"
Kathleen looked up at her with o startled
expression.
Yes, yes; you are right" she said hur.
riedly, with a sudden agitation In tone and
manner. IF l become too weak, ready to
faint at every turn, / shall be useless can
do nothing; and | have so much to do. Yes,
dear, / will take some Of this nice bread
and butter. ] want to be strong. am .
reed-a poor feeble reed; and l ought to be
made Of lron."
only be reasonably careful Of yourself,
dear, and you will soon be strong again.
Those long wanderings and long hastings
must kill you IL you 90 on with them. You
ought to be careful Of yourself, Kathleen"
added Rose, with tears In her eyes-for
there were times when she felt as II 1t were
but q question of weeks and days how long
she might keep this idolised sister-"you
ought TO be careful, for my sake and Philips.
We are both so fond Of you"
YES" Kathleen answered, In a lowyoice,
land for his sake"
She forced herself 10 eat, and did toler.
able justice to the white sweet bread and
the fresh salad. Her meals In her W
apartment were less luxurious. A slice OF
dry bread, eaten standing, a handful OF
cherries and q crust, q cup OF milk. She
had boarded her little stock Of money ever
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