The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-08-19
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fierce and shuddering from the bloody bat
tie guarded bya Gordon Of soldiers. She
saw the exasperated crowd finging itself
saVagelynpon these victims Of their leaders
folly, trying to break through the Gordon Of
soldiers, the women more furious than the
men, striking at the prisoners with their
umbrellas, crying, death to the assasslnsI
To the FIRE with the incendiarlesP
When some poor painting wretch, exhaust.
ed by fatigue, tottered and tell, and was
picked up by the gendarmeS and put in one
of tho vehicles of relief which followed the
convoy, there was howl of fury from the
mob:
mo, no." they cried, shoot him on the
spOtP
And as the dismal train passed through
the villages, OH the quiet country roads,
there was the same chorus Of insults and
excavations, torture that knew no cessa-
tiOn'till the prisoners reached the camp at
Satory, where they had the naked earth for
their bed, and the sky for their shelter.
Perhaps some among these pilgrims Of the
chain may have assisted in that other pro-
cesson on the 9th Of May,when Emile Co.'s
and his myrmidons drove the priests and
gendarmes to the place of butchery in the
Rue Haxo.
The day of reprlsals had come, and tho
day was bitter. And the cry of PARIS is like
the voice Of the daughter Of Zion that be-
waileth herself, that spreadeth her hands,
saying, "WOe Is me now, for my soul 10
wearied because Of murderersp
In all her wanderings, those loiterings un'
der the lines and the naples, on the bOule-
ward, or on o bench in the Champs ElyseeS,
where the old air Of gaiety began once more
to enllven the scene, Kathleen had as yet
heard nothing Of the missing Serlzier. The
people whom she questioned were either
densely ignorant-they had never heard Of
the major they remembered him vaguely
as one Of those heroes of the hour, shOddy
Achilles, who had strutted In gaudy uni
form and played the soldier In passing
show; or they were indifferent, shrugged
their shoulders, believed that SeriZier had
been killed on one Of the barricades at Belle
vile yonder, or that he had been shot at
Mazas with gang Of insurgents.
At last, however, one tender June even
ing, when the stored windows Of NOtre
Dame flung broken colored lights, like scat
tered jewels, upon the placid bosom Of the
Seine, hard by the Morgue, which lay low
in the shadow yonder, like the black hull Of
some slave-ship, Kathleen, Standing by the
low parapet, listening TO the deep-tOncd
harmones Of the distant organ, heard two
men talking Of Serizler.
They had known him evidently; he had
been one of their intimates at some period
of his career; but they were not talking of
him with any warmth of friendship. The
man had been too great brute to conciliate
even his own class.
He got off, sure enough" said one. "He
was cleYerer than Theophie Ferre, or RaOul
Rigault, or Megy, and the rest of them. l
met him after dark, on the 18th Of May, in
the Pace Jeanne dare. He was in fever
of fright, poor wretch, shaking from head
to foot with agitation and excitement. Aft
er all, there is difference in killing and
being killed, and Ser!zer thought his turn
had come. His boots and trousers were red
with the blood of the Dominicans, and he
complained of having to wear uniform
that was likely to betray his identity. He
was colonel of the 101st battalion you may
remember, and had been very proud of his
unifOrm-bulldOg that he was. Well, he
had'never done me any good turn that
could remember; but one Is glad to hide a
hunted beast when the hounds are close up
on him; so l told him had married sister
living in the Rue Chateau des Renters, and
that could get him shelter in her lodging,
which was on the ground-hoor, at the back,
looking into walled yard-a safe kennel
for any dog to hide in. He jumped at the
offer, and took him to my sisters place,
gave him q supper, and bit of carpet to lie
upon, and blouse and pair of linen trou.
sers in exchange for his fine feathers, and
lent him razor to cut off his military NOUS
tache; and at break of day he left us, clean
shaved and dressed like workman"
And you conclude that he got out Of
Paris that morning." asked the other man.
HE was fool if he did not having faiI
chance"
1.-THE question is whether he had chance
That bulldog muzzle of hisPwould not be
easily forgotten, and the Government was
hard on his track on account of tho slaugh-
ter Of the Domnicans, which really was a
little too,much; eveniwe of the Internationals
thought he had gone too far l should think
1t would be easier for him to hide in Paris
than to leave Paris just then"
Perhaps; but there has been plenty Of
time since for hin to get clear Offs.. dare
say he is living by his craft as currier in
one Of the big provincial towns. He would
have to live by his trade; for know he car
ried no money with him when he made of
that morning."
A currieri Here was something gained,
at least," Kathleen thought. Until this mo-
ment she had not known the original ayO-
cation Of the warrior Serizier, commandant
Of the famour 1O1st, the hero Of lssy and
Chattillon. A currler Here was falling
of indeed for the Ajax of the gutterl
One Of the provincial townsl Alas, this
was indeed vague cine. Rouen, Havre
Lyons, Tours, Rennes-the names of dozen
great cities came into Kathleen's mind as
she went slowly homeward, dOwncast and
dsheartened. He lived; that was some
thing for her to know. He lived TO expiate
his crime, to suffer as she suffered, to render
blood for blood. Her life her brain, her
heart should be devoted to the task of find
ing him; her hand should point him out to
he law he had outraged.
All that night-the soft summer night,
full Of the murmuring Of leayes-even here
In desOlated Paris, where the ruined houses
stood Up blank and black, with shattered
windows, through which the moonlight
shOne and the June winds blew; handful
Of dust, a fragment Of crumbling mortar,
falling every now and then as the Ssphyra
touched the broken walls-all that night
Kathleen lay broad awake, staring at the
easement opposite her bed; and when day
dawned-tbe sweet summer dawn that came
so s60n--she sprang up, and began to wash