Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-12-23

had sown the seeds OF anarchy all
over Europe. Amongst these men the
assassin would be safe; they would
not betray n brother, even were hi
known as the murderer of lhe helpless.
She was in the streets before any
of the shops We're opened, before the
workaday Paris. no sluggard what
ever her vices was beginning 10 stir.
This was sheer restlessness, for she
could do nothing without the help of
her fellowmen At eleven o'clock she
was in a small office in the MarliS
an office to which she had gone with
Rose years ago. soon after their first
coming 10 Paris, to inquire for work
II was registry for servants, for
clerks in a sral way, and for shop
men. Here she asked how many cur
riers' workshops there were in Paris,
She thought there would be several
ten perhaps, or even twenty
The agent gave her a trade-directory.
opened il for her at a page headed
Curriers' There were two hundred
ana thirty-two curriers' in Paris two
hundred and thhty-two workshops at
any one of which the man Seri2ier
might be plying his trade,
1 Hardly strange, taking this fact into
consideration. that the law had hithel-
to failed to touch this offender more
especially as the government, though
ready to administer stern justice upon
such Of the Communist assassinS who
came in its way, did not give itself
very much trouble in hunting down
those who had made clean off.
And then, again, the harmless Domi-
means We're solitary men. There was
no wife or child, no friend OF sweet
heart, to avenge them.
1T win be longer than | thought, -
Kathleen said TO herself, as she stood
ut desk in the shadow at the back
Of the little office, copying that long
list of names and addresses
Two hundred and thirty-two work
shops. There were names of streets
which she had never heard of-dis-
tricts, suburbs of whose very exist
ence she was ignorant The work Of
copying those addresses alone Occu-
pied her for nearly two hours; she
was so careful to write every address
correctly, to be sure of every name.
When her task was done she gave
the agent two francs for the use Of
the book. ink, and paper. and asked
him where she could buy Il good map
of Paris He directed her 10 shop
in the next street, where she got what
she wanted; and this done, she went
home.
Rose was singing over her baby,
singing in the sunlit window, bright
with flowers Philip had fitted the
windows with tlower-boxes Of his own
designing Swiss, rustic, what you will
constructed out Of odd pieces of rough
oak, the refuse Of his cabinet work.
Rose was the gardener, who bought
and planted the flowers, and tended
these humble gardens day by day;
and never had bloomed finer carna-
lions than Roses Gloire de Nalmaison
yonder. or loyelier roses than her Mar
echal Mel
purand was at work in his carpen-
ter's shop hard by. with sheaf Of
chisels, carving a bird whose breast
feathers seemed rutiled with the sum
mer wind so full Of life was the cbiecl-
ling. What a happy home il looked
in the July afternoon! The tide of
blood and fire had rolled by, and
left this little household unscathed
untouched Nay, in the midst Of death
and doom the babe had been born,
and the Trinity of domestic love had
been made perfect
Kathleen sank down into chair
near her sisters signing, family in
very WEAKNESS.
My love, how tired you hook said
Rose tenderly. Have you been furE
NO; only 10 the Marais."
Rose had of late abstaned from all
close questioning Of her sister She
knew that Kathleen wandered about
the streets aimlessly. wearied herself
with long walks that seemed utterly
without end or motive. But this idle
wandering might be one way OF living
down a great grief. 1t was wen per
haps to let the mourner take her own
way. Nothing 50 oppressive as OBJ
suusiye sympathy. Rose sympathZed.
and said very little.
AT his wifc's instigauon Durand
watched the girls lonely walks on two
or three occasions saw that she suf-
fered no harm, went into no vile quar-
ters, provoked no insult and after be
ing assured of this, Rose was content
10 let her follow her own devices
The angel of consolation may be
leading her" she said; saints and
angels know what is best for her"
And in her highsuung faith as a
Papist, Rose Dwand believed that her
sisters pure spirit here on earth might
he in communication with the souls
Of that mighty company which had
gone before, that great cloud Of wit
nesses lowering round as, invisible,
impalpable-the spirits OF the faithful
departed.
Kathleen sat silent, those dreamy
eyes Of hers gazing across the flowers
to the blue cloudless sky, The dark
10