The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-06-24
ASTORY Of BLOOD.
CHAPTER ". CONTINUED.
DY NJ. E. BRADDoS.


pile with the artists ardent love Of fine
artistic work, walked In the shadowy aisles
with his painter friend, and expatlated up
on the beauties of the building, while Rose
walked by his side proud OF her lovers
learning and enthusiasm.
Kathleen and CASTOR waited nearer the
altar, the girl kneelins with bent head and
hidden face, deep in prayer; the lover sit
ting near, dreamily watching the graceful
figure In soft gray drapery, touched with
glintings of colored light from the old stain
cd windows.
There were no other W ddings at thatpar'
tlcular hour on that particular morning.
These two couples and their friends had the
mighty fame all to themselves. AS the clock
struck ten the organ began to peal, and the
priests came slowly towards the altar IN
their rich vestments-fOr the Yestments
worn upon the humbleSt occasions at N0tre
Dame are splendid-and the ceremonial be-
gan.
All was over in less than half an hour,
and Kathleen and her sister went back into
the sunshine, out OF the gray shadows, the
magical lights from painted glass, the glory
of gold, and splGndOr Of chrOmatlc color.
rs that alp asked Kathleen, looking up
at her loyer-husband. Am | really and
truly your wlfe?'
'Really and truly; aud you would have
been just as truly my wife II we had never
gone further than the Marie"
mo, no. Castor; for then Heaven would
have no part in our marriage"
my sweetest, am content that you
should be content. Women love old-wOrld
fancles."
There was n stand of carriages In front Of
the church. Philip Durand hailed two OF
them, and the wedding-party got in. The
two bridegrOoms had planned the day be-
tween them. They were to breakfast at the
restaurant in the Place dc Ia Bourse, chosen
for the sake OF its wlnter-garden, which
gave an air Of prcttlnes3 To the sOrdld fact
OF dinner. And just now, too, In this time
Of anxiety and ferment, the B0urse was the
central point of Paris, where one could al
ways hear the latest news. Just now Paris
lived on tip-tOe, as II were, palpitating,
thrilling with the expectation Of great vic
tories-an Austerlltz, Jena; the news
might be flashed along the wires at any mo-
ment Of the day or night The telegraph
clerks were waiting, fingers itching to re-
cord the triumph of GIlllc arms. No one
thought Of Waterloo
The bridal-party drove across the river,
past the Louvre, into the Rue dc RivOll.
What meant this new life and movement in
the streets-men running to and fro, women
standing in little groups, laughing, crying,
mol Il, iha al N wild aXpitamnnt
of a race-c0urse?
Zone would think our happiness had
driven all the word out Of their Wits" said
CASTOR, with his arm round his wife's slim
waist.
There was only Madame Schubert with
them in the carriage. She had insisted on
taking the back seat, and sat smiling be-
nignly on the happy lovers.
The coachman turned round and shouted
to them as he ratified his horse over the
broad spacen frontOf the Theatre Francois.
The pavement before the cafes was crowded
with the usual l0ungers, smoking, talking,
drinking; only the talk and the laughter
was louder than usual, the crowd was denser,
the air was full of electricity.
"A vIctoryw shout d the driver, looking
round at his fare, and cracking his whip
feroclously; ~ great victoryI MacMahOn
has made minCcmeat OF those Prusslan
dogsp
"a victory, and on our weddlng-day" ex-
claimed Kathleen jOyOuSly; and then the
sweet sensitive face clOuled suddenly, and
she said, "Ihcrc can bG no victory without
soldiers slain. Mary hearts Of wives and
NYnnfhnro taill bn uhuuruinr ip-IuV apAiIgt oil
this joyousncIs 0 Custom, how thankful l
ought to be that y0n were past the age for
service y
"Trup, dearest, am better off here than
with the MObots; but II the National Guard
we're called out should have to shoulder
my muskct"
''But not to leave Paris" said Kathleen,
nesting closer to him; "and there can be nc
fighting in Paris
"Heaven forbid! No, love; ono or two
Victories and Prussia will give us whatever
terms we ask. What ram herd of Hun,
and Vanduls do a anSt the fine flowers o.
our army, the hero IS Of MagentN and Sol
ferino, tho graybcards Of Alma and Al
giers"
They drove along the Rue VjvIennc. TIT
narrow street was all IN cOmmoton; people
at the shou-doOrS, people ut tho upper win
dows; a Babel Of yO,ccS, Shrll uproar o
laughter and exclamation, But in the Place
do la Bourse, and on the boulevard beyond
the excitement culmlna cl 1t was the feve
of EPSON when the Derby has Just beer
won-the stir and tumult Of DOncaster q
the browning moment Of the Leger; and ye
a deeper and stronger fever, for this hat
the awfulness Of life and death
Victory yes; but where? Which OF tn
armies was it-NlacM hons or Bazaine's
Or was it the two armies which had crushe
the Prussian forces between them-whlc
had met and Joined, lac two living walls
deadly, inyinclble, sQueI zing out the life c
the enemy
Every one was asking questions, ever
one answering, stating, counter-statlnl
denying; but In this tumult Of statemel
and counter-statement there was adinlcult
In arriving at any positive fact, except I'll
one all-inspiring fact that there had been
tremendous victory on tho French sid
Flags were flying at all tho wlndows-iia!
produced rs IL by enchantment; and he
came an open carriage slowly through Il
mOb-the carriage of famous opera-slnge
In an instant 1t was stopped, surrounded
that surging sea of humanl y; and the Div
stood up In her carriage at the entreaty-
may, almost the commanded the public,
sing the "Mulstilnsc."
The glorious inGy-tralned voice role
out the sou'-s.irrng worls, tho notes riSil
bird-like and clear n the summer air, fo'
ingup to the summer sky; and then tif
thousand voices, thu deep rough tones Of
excited pOpulOce, burst forth in the chort
like human thunder impossible to res