The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-08-12
CHAPTER XI.
KArHLEEN's AvocArIoN.

hAIhl.EfN y ANOCAllON.
Whit Sunday. May on the threshold Of
June, the very dawn Of summer; but the
sun, which hitherto has shonc pitiless
searching light upon scenes Of death ard hOr-
rCr, shines no more. Stormy winds beat
and buster against that feeble old house i'll
the Rue Git le Cmur, with a sound and fury
rs Of thunder; the cannOna lie Of heaven
takes up the CannOnNde of earth, and echoes
it with twenty.f1ld power TempcStCOus
rain lasIeS the windows, like the SpIay
from SETTLING ocean. The cannon OF Mont
marirt thunderS against the height Of
Bel'eyi IL and Menlmontant. The inSur-
gents reply with savage fury, blind, recl,-
less, deluging Pars with shells.
And while the pitless struggle still goes
OH upon tie nights Of BeleyllIe, the day Of
repr sails has air ady begun for the insur
gents. From Ma2as they bring a hundred
and fOrty-eight prisoners, LASTLY huddled
INTO the prison yesterday. In the stormy
Sunday morning, Whitsmtide morning.
they are marched to the cemetery Of Per-
Lqchas', among the trees and the flowers
and the marble monuments OF the distin-
guished dead; and there, hard by that COM
mon grave where the murder Archbishop
and his companions lie in their bloody
shrOlds, the Federal prisoners arr divided
int b ltcheS Of ten, and shot to death. They
die brIyrly, joining hands and crying, Long
I've the CJmmunew with their last breath.
In the rison Of Little RoQuctte, at about
the same hour two hundred and twenty
seven insurgents meet the same doom; not
quite so boldly, foy some Of these, said an
eyewitness, were sniycllers, and begged for
mercy.
The final hour ha, come; tlosc shells are
verify the dcathrattle of the Commune.
Thirty thousand men are said 10 be concen-
trated upon this point Of Paris whore they
have built up giant bLricadcs, almost i'm
pcnctruble fOr;resSes, communicating with
each other by underground passages, won
der of rough and ready masonry and skill.
They are held in this supreme hour by men
of dcSpcra courage, men who have sworn
net to surrender
Two O'Clock on that stormy Sabbath; and
so far there has been neither rest nor re-
spite. Cannon, mi,rliilGuie, chaSsepOt,
thundering, rafting, roaring, Kissing; but
now az the afternoon wears on there come
intervals Of silence The cannonads pauses
to draw breath. The sounds of battle seem
more remOte-th they die away in the distance.
Then silence.
Silence! Are they all dead?
This is Sunday, the day when the laborer
rests from bis 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 net
rather say silence of death?
A column of six Thousand prisoners who
have surrendered at Belleyile slowly dehle
along the boulevard; and this is verify the
end. Yes, the cup Of desOlaiOn 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
man beasts; and the whirlwind OF the Lord
has gone forth with fury, a continuing
whirlwind, and it has fallen with pain upon
the head Of the wicked: and on the head Of
the good and just, and innocent and gentle
also
The sacred month OF May. month dedl.
Gated to tue holy mother OF Cod was over
month OF May never to be forgotten BY
the French people, May which has left its
indelble mark upon the city OF Paris-and
now all the gates Of the city were opened
and the world came to see the work OF des.
tructlon. English, Americans, foreigners
of all kinds went about looking at the ruins
as at Pompeii or Herculaneum, crticising
examining, somewhat disappointed that the
havoc was not more universal.
On the 7th Of June came the funeral pro
cessiOn, Of MonsignOr Darboy, the third
Archbishop Of Paris murdered within q
quarter Of . century. Under gray and
sunless sky the car with its long train Of
mourners, soldiers, people, sOlemnly, silent.
~ de6led along the Quays, pas. the stIll
smouldering ruins Of palaces and mansions,
Nc rel Of drums ne fannEAl wRslO broke