The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-07-29

every one Of them. Shot down Ike |
pheasants in battue. this afternoon, yon-
der in the Avenue d'Italie," pointing far
away to the south. There is nothing left
of the nest or of the magpics, Cheyenne"
She clasped her hands before her face,
and reeed against the parapet OF the bridge.
Nobody noticed her, or cared for her. The
roof of the theatre was falling ina shower
of burning fragments was blown across the
dark water like fiery rain. On the other
side of the river the glare, the smoke, the
stencil of burning were intcnSifymg with
every moment.
win there be anything left of Pmis but
dust and ashes when the sun rises" asked
one of the bystanders.
Kathleen leant against the bridge, notion
less, speechlesS, paralYsld by fear. Sho
tried to think. But for some moments
thought was impossible; her brain was
clouded, benumbed' frozen, Then came re-
Election. CASTOR had said that hewoud die
TO save them figh. COR mem to the death,
these good Fathers and they had all been
murdered, and CASTOR was missing. lie
| who had given her such faithful love had
| abandoned her TO desOlaton and despair.
/ Was it likely that he would so abandon
her, unless higher duty claimed himP
! Was it likely that he would leave her for a
! space of four days In ignorance of his fate,
unless he were u prisoner-0r unless he
were dead? Paris reeked with blood, every
street was the scene of murder, and he was
gone from her-gOne with the rest Of those
victims of whom the crowd spoke with such
seeming lightness, while it looked on at
the burning OF the city rs at the fireworks
whiclr conclude some grand feie.
They were waiting for the conflagrat'on
TO burst from yondcr mighty pile, from
painted window, and tower and battlement
from nave and tranScpt, from clcreStOrl
and roof: Notre Dame was to be the bOu
quet.
Tell me, sir said Kathleen, in n hoarst
half-Strangled voice, was there any on
else killed in the Avenue dltalie- any ON
besides the DomnicanS any one who wa
in company with tho good fathers"
Eyes, there were few undersrappers,
believe, servants Of the school
, mo one else:'
"What do know? The news has passe
from mouth to mouth. There is no otllca
[ bulletin, cheyenne. The Commune keep
these things quiet, Ii is only heaysay."
Only hcarsay! A ray Of hope lit mp tn
) blacknesS of her soul. Oaly hcarsay! An
how many wild stories h9d been tod
. Paris wiihn the last wees, how horror
= had been bruited about which had been ol
bubbles of foul imagining The story
the bodies found in the church Of Saln
Y Laurent, for instance The deSeclate
= corpses exposed at the church-lOor the su
Il posed victims of prcslly crime; foul fiction
:. invented to Stimulat. the pOpuIace to ca
II mage and Spoliation.
o lis il far TO the Avenue dllalie?' 81
|, asked.
Il The bystanderS answered careeSsly, Of
u saying one thing, one another, each and
u absorbed in the awful rapture Of the seen
II and caring not at all for individual nee
l. and feelings.
u One o'c,oc', struck from the clock-tow
y of Notre Dame. Kathleen was footsol
20 faint her eyes burning with fever, b
y mouth parched with thirst She look
~ down at the river, but the stream seemed
u. be running with liquid fire, water The
~ was 10 fountain near. She must get
" somehow, without the longedfor refre'
10 mcrt Of cup Of cold water. There was
T. use in asking for information here, whe
u the news. was only lem'ay, where pcol
u, answered her carclessly In the Aycn
VI d'Italie, on the scene of this hideous GRIN
Il, If the thing were true, she must more eaS
~ learn the actual facts who had fallen, IL
u many. There she might learn the worst.
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