The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-07-01
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THE COMING OF THE sQUARE.mEADs.

AAis NOalNb Of lHE bQUAHE- lEADOs
No, there had been no victory. That out
burst Of patriotic fervOr had wasted itsel
upon an idle dream. Paris awoke in yer!
savage humOr on Sunday morning; AM
then came laughter and cynical jests
Everybody accused his neighbOr Of having
eagerly swallowed the lie Everybody de
clared that he, for his own part had neyel
believed the news so greedlly accepted by
the mob.
But in those two new homes in the Rue
Git le C9ur there was bliss, whether the
1fms Of France were victorious or otherwise
Tar away In those unknown lands which
che Parlslans were picking out with pins
upon gally-cOlOred maps, sticking up tiny
nags here and there on the map to show
where the French troops were, the very spot
where great battles might be expected mo-
montly, great Yictorles-a new Auerstadt, q
second jena.
What do little birds, in their nests on st.
Valentines Day care what battles the big
eagles, the hawks, and the vultures are
lighting far away among Scottish noun
talns, on Alpine summltsP The birds have
their nests, and each to each Is the world In
little.
'.Let the world slide, we shall never be
younger" said CASTOR, who knew Shaks-
peare, In the translation of Charles Hugo.
He and his young wife were utterly hap
py. II there were dark clouds impending
they could not see them. Is not love blind
blind to all things except the beloved?
The faintest shadow on Gaston's brow
troubled Kathleen, but not those signs Of
tempest which were gathering round France.
The new home was full Of smiles. Kath-
leen and CASTOR had smaTtened the Old
furniture by some modest additions bought
before their marrlage-a wrltlng-tabe, O
cabinet, a bookcase filled with GastOn's
books, the accumulation Of the last ten
years, few old mezzo-tints picked up from
cline to time at the prlnt-shOps on the quay.
Kathleen and Rose had tOiled for months to
make both homes complete and pretty
Curtains and chalr-cOvers were all the work
Of those two pairs of industrious hands.
Dnrand, who was richer than Mortemar,
had taken the lower floor for his own men
age. In the Rue Git le C@ur that second
aoor ranked as rather important suite of
ICONS.
The apartment consisted OF salon, fifteen
Yeet by twelve, with two easement windows
commanding the shabby little courtyard;
bedroom somewhat smaller; a little room
which would serve as workshop for Durand,
who did good deal of artistic cabnet-work
'on his own account after business hours;
and tiny kitchen. Durand's skllful hands
had made all the best of the furniture in the
dead watches Of The night, when other men
were sleeping or dlssipating; so the home
Of Rose and Philip was furnished in style
worthy of man who stood high In the syn
dictate of cabnetmakers.
But while life was so full of happiness
for the newly-marrled, the sky was darken-
ing outside. An army of undeniabe yalor,
but in number terribly inferior to the foe
and led by generals Of scandal0us incapac.
fly, was brought face to face with the whole
OF Germany, in arms as one man, burning
10 aYenge the agony and shame of sixty
years ago. On the 4th of August came the
defeat of General Douay, beaten and slain
at WlssembouTg; and on the 9th the still
more deplorable reverses of MacMahon at
Worth, at Freischwlller, and at Reichshof-
fen. By the breach thus opened the enemy
poured into France like q torrent They
came, the tetes cdrreeSI There was no long.
or room for self-deceptlOn. This was in
yasi0n.
And now far of, dimly as in adream, Paris
beheld the pale spectre of siege and famine.
The Parlslans knew hardly anything of the
truth, which came to them only In garbled
fragments. They knew not that upon the
AeelS OF these three or four hundred thou
sand men let loose upon France would fol-
low hundreds Of thousands more; yes, near
" all the male population of the old Ger
man Empire
Dark rumors Of evil without the walls
only drew those two households nearer to
each other, made home joys sweeter, love
closer. But now Kathleen learnt the mean
Ing Of fear. She was full of morbid terrOrs
when her husband was away from her She
pictured an advance guard falling upon
him In the street; shell from the enemy's
artillery bursting at his feet. And Castor
went every day to the Office of the DrdpedW
Rouge. He had leaders to write, tGrtineS,
letters patriotic articles breathing warlike
Ore, every full stop seeming like shell.
France beaten, France inyadedP All but
there was nothing in this world so unlikely,
so near the impossible; and yet, while he
wrote, French arms were flung down, French
soldiers were Aying-a wild rabole-from
before the face of the foe; and the invaders
foot was on the soil, tramplng onward
steadily, gigantic, invincible, like some
mighty force Of Nature, slow, cumulative,
pltlless. But say that the soldiers of France
had fed; say that Achilles himself had
dung down his sword and shield, and taken
to his heels; whose was the faultp Why,
naturally, 1t was the government that was
10 blame, shrleked the Red Flag. Down
with the Minlstersl Let us have new Min
listers, and our arms will be victorious Mac
Mahon and Bazalne will unite their forces,
and the tide of victory will roll backward
across those advancing herds of Huns and
Pandours, and sweep the savages back tc
their native pine-woods, their desert wastes
beside the Danube.
There was q sudden shuttle Of cards the
political game. Gramont and Olivier re
Tired, driven out by vote Of censure, an'