The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-07-22

the Quai DIES Augustlnes, and the labyrinth
of little streets behind those old roofs.
Not much chance of welded bliss for
those two nowTs she said to herself. Their
honeymoon was short; but her misery shall
be long. She and her sister are shut In
their lodgings, expecting to be burnt alive
every hour; and he is in prlson--what prison,
wOnderg"
The woman was Suzon Michel, and the
man of whom she was thlnkingaS she stood
at ease by her gun, waiting to do her part,
as a str0ng-mlnded woman and patriot, IN
the slaughter Of the priests, was CASTOR
Mcrtemar.
Since his arrest she had been able to learn
nothing about him, She had been told by
her friends the Communicates that he had
been arrested on account Of something he
had written In his paper. More than this
they would not or could not tellher, There
were SO many prisons in Paris, all teeming
with life, like beehives; there were such in
Vulnerable arrests. People hardly cared to
inquire why thelrn eighbors were carried off,
or whittier. Human feelings friendship
brothcrly love were apt to become deadened
in that pOndemonium,
Since the week of fighting and fires began,
| Suzon had been In the thick of all the strife.
She had carried her can Of petroleum as
bravely as any Of those bearded rufllans
who pretended to make llght0f her services
She had helped In the fires, she had helped
in the carnage, like the very spirit of evil
1t was not arson, II was not murder. II was
only justice, an eye for an eye.
"rhey are killing our brothers and friends
yonder," said the assOssns, as they shot
down new victims.
Mercy at such time would be cowardlce,
Only craven would hold his hand when
there was such q grand chance Of avenglng
the wrongs of nobody in particular.
Suzon was drunk with blood, half-blinded
by fire. Those flashing eyes Of hers, bright
as they were, saw all things dimy, through
fiery haze.
The prIests-yes, she would help to slaugh-
ter them; not because she knew anything
about this particular brood OF cdl0thlS, but
because she hated all priests, They had
done her no wrong; but her plous neighbors
had desplsed Her for keeping away from
church; they had thrown their religion In
her face; they had scorned her for her inf
deity.
Beware OF that wOmanW said an old
who never crosses the threshold of church
Belongs 10 q venOmous species"
Yes, she would help In the good work,
How the earth shivered under that awful
vunlonaue! Tho enemy was ut the door;
nearer and nearer came the founder of tho
guns. The deadly rain from the mttral-
leuses came fast as th> heavy drops of q
thunder shower. The afternoon sun looked
red as blood yonder, as It's lurld rays pierced
the smoke. The circle was narrowing, mar
rowing, narrowing, closing in upon them
like ring OF fire. Whom would they spare,
those Versaillals devils? Not one. Universal
carnage would change the streets of Paris
to rivers of blood lit by a city in flames
Not a life, not house would be spared.
Let us begnp shrleked Suzon, beside
herself; "let III work with such a good VIII
that there shall DO nothing left for those
others to do"
Are you rcady~ asked Serlzlcr facing
the door Of the prison, with his assass ~
ranged on either side Of him.
mo one of them shall escape, my gener
al, answered Suzon, graspng her gun.
Her voice was h0arse and rough like his
own. From head to heel, mind, soul, body,
The creature had unseXed herself; and these
men-women were even more savage than
the deyll-men Of those days, for they
thought their lnfamy heroism and theil
cruelty courage. Not one Of these furIcs
waving her perOleumCan, shouldering hel
chassepOt, but fancled herself modern
Maid Of Orleans
And now the victims were driven into the
street, like sheep to the s'aughter-housc
Pass, one by one," cried Bob Che the
gaoler, who held his slX-yearOld son by the
hand.
Was It not we'll for the boys to see the
t0nsured heads laid low? II Is thus France
Fears her patriots--young Romans sucked
by the wolf Revolution.
The Dominlcans, the school-scryants, the
Journalist crossed the fatal threshold, The
first to pass was Father Cotrault, and, at the
third step, he fell struck by a bullet.
The Prior turned to his companions.
Come my friends, for the love Of God, y
he said, in his mild voice; and he and his
little train rushed into the open, and ran
ath wart the rain Of bullets.
Suzon flung herself into the midst Of the
road, at the risk Of being shot down in the
melee. She loaded and reloaded her chasse
pot, crying, "Cowards, cOwardsI they arc
running awayW
1t was not butchery but bdttue. The
poor human game tried 10 flee, hid Itself be.
hind the trees, slipped along under the lee
of the houses. Women at open windows
clapped their hands and shrleked with Joy
as they watched the sport; In the street men
shook their fists at the victims; the scene
was alive with insult and laughter, voices
that sounded like the bowling Of furious
beasts. II was new carnival Of flowers
and sugar-plums; only the flowers were In.
suit and outrage, the Sugar-plums were bull
let's
Some Of the more active gained the side
streets, and escaped tbs leaden shower
Five Of the priests, seven Of the schOOl-ser.
wants, were shot down In heap before the
Chapelle Brea.
Fire. fire upon themp cried SerizIer
when a coAvuIsiye movement showed that
life still thrObbed amidst this Of death,
aud one poor bleeding form that had family
stirred received thirly-one bullets.
"Sre," cried SuZon, as N0rtemar slender,
active, 1.-THE, with youth and yigOr on bis
side, sped lightly along the boulevard and
vanished at distant turning there goes
one that will cheat usl'
She rushed of in pursuit Of him, breath.
less, painting, mad with rage Two OF Seri.
Tiers lambs ran with her, pleasantly excited