The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-08-05

selves with balloons, and that, as soon as
they have burned Paris, they mean to sat
sail for England or Belgium"
There was no more said about Serizler,
and Kathleen left, after paying for her re-
freshment, and walked honeward slowly,
feebly, in the bright cool morning. The sun
was rising over the heights beyond Paris.
It was shining on the faces of the dead, en-
the dreadful crimson dye which stained the
streets, Oh rags and taters, and fragments
Of arms strewedthicker than autumn leaves
on roadway and pavement.
Some of the street-lamps were still burn
ing-a pale and sickly light in the glow and
glory of the morning. The barrlcades were
deserted. This side of Paris was in posses
sion Of the regular army, and comparative
quiet reigned-the quiet of death and desc
lation. But mighty masses of fumes and
smoke yonder, as of barnlng volcano, told
that the confederation still ragged with un-
abated fufy--the Rue du BAG, the Rue de
Lille, the public granaries, the Palace OF
Justice; enough material there 10 last for a
few good hours yet.
Halfway towards the Rua Git lie Cmur,
Kathleen met a melancholy procession.
Forty CommunOrds, men and women, priS'
Oners, in chains, silent with bent heads, in
the midst of the soldiers who are leading
them TO the place where they are to he shot
No trial--no formula of any kind. They
have been taken red-handed among the
ruins they have made, in bitches, behind
heaps of stones. They have been forced tC
fight, no doubt. The Commune would take
no excuse. Her children must give her theil
hearts blood. To refuse was treason; and
death TO all traitors was the cry of those last
days. Rebellion, in her death-agOny was
mercless. as good one death as another,
said the sheep, as they went to the barrl
cadCs; and they worked and drank-they
were passing liberal with their strong drinks
these COmmunard leadtrS-and they fought
with the desperate courage of men who
knew that death was certain either way.
And now, maekly as they Obeyed thei
leaders, they suffer themselves to be led t
their doom. Not theirs the brains thai
Matched rebellOn not theirs the pockets
that were filled by pillage and theft; no
theirs the profligate Orgie or the brief spel
of power; but theirs the penaity-death.
1t was nine o'clock when Kathleen tOileC
slowly up the staircase, and knocked will
tremuOus hand at her sisters door. Tha
last portion of her pilgrimage had been TIN
slOwest Of all. She had crawled along, hal
asleep, hardly knowing where she was o.
what she was doing. She had stumbled
against the passers-by, and had been &C
cused of drunkenness more than once by al
enraged citizen. And now, as Maman Schu
bert opened the door, she fell into her arms
and sank from that matrOnly bosom to tn
floor in dead faint
The door of the inner TOom-llOse's bed
rOOm-was ajar. The good Schubert liftet
up Kathleen'S lifeleSs form and laid it o.
the sofa. She ministered to her with tn
skilfulness of an experienced nurse, an,
then ran to close the door Of communication
lest Rose should hear too much. Alread
Rose had inquired several times for her sis
ter. Was Kathleen better? Would she b
we'll enough TO come down to see Rose an
the baby? The mother had an idea tina
Kathleen would find the little one grown
lie seemed to develop so quickly. lie wa
all perfume and bloom, like an openin
flower His breath was sweeter than sun
mer roses.
Durand was lying down on mattres
spread upon the floor of the tiny kitchen
He had taken his turn at the barricade las
night, and had received Il bullet in the flesh
part of his arm. He was feversh with tn
pain of his wound, deyOured by perpetua
thirst.
"You good soul, what would become Q
us without you" he said as he took glas
OF water from Maman Schubert's hand
slow shall we ever repay you"
TO BE CONTINUED.