Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-12-09
7 HE RED FLAG.
CONTINUED

Blood everywhere pavement wa.
stained with It; the doors and door
IDsts were splaShed with a.; the gut
tiers ran with IL. Refuse Of al kinds
Uttered the road; buttcnds Of mus
kcts, fragments OF belts, tails Of coats,
strips Of blOuses, caps, cartouch-DoXes'
shoes; and here, on th6 open space IN
front Of barricade The soldiers who
had eaton their soup had lain down
10 sleep by the side OF the Slain the
living mingled with the dead Kath-
leeu looked al the sIceptrs shuddcrins-
~ in the cold clear moonlight The
clouds had driftcd away, and that
scene Of caIua9, was stepped in the
slvery light Impossible 20 pass thgt
spot with feet undycd IN blood, I'm.
possible to avoid seeing those dead
faces. There, with arms thrown wide
apart and face turned to the sky, calm,
proud even in death lies the young
lieutenant Of artillery whom Kathleen
remembered to have seen in the early
morning, sitting astdde a cannon.
thoughtful, with arms folded, and face
prophetic Of doom Yes, II is he and
so other. His vest is open, as he flung
q apart when The vict0rs called upon
him to surrender. His heart Is one
wide bloody wound All the gladncss
and pride Of youth have swclled out
IN that purple stream.
No lack Of traffic upon the boulevard
or in the street, albeit the night is far
advanced towards morning The omni-
buses are going again those useful
omnIbuscs, the luxury of the poor-but
their faces ARD not the living but the
dead They carry CHASTITY load Of
blood stained cOrpscs piled at random,
thrust In helter-skcltcr There are not
vehicles en0uh for this dismal traffic
Railway wagons breaks, all are press
cd into tho funeral service Men with
sleeves turned up collect the dead, the
hideous train moving slowly from bar
rlcadc 10 barrcado
Ona man stands looking with horror
mt his naked arms, stepped up to the
shoulders I'm blood Are there no fOun-
tains hcrcabOutsT" he asked Of the
crowd Yes. fountains rivers Of water
"a y Ah'''tNh W pun iAltN 90 No. NfNNh
81 in the blood Of her children,
1t is deep In the night but the still
ness of night is not here. Men, women
families are grouped IN doorways. No
enc knows where the Conhagration will
end, how near tho carnage may come;
no man knows If he and his dear ones
VIII see the daylight above the roofs
and stecples Of eastern Paris. Heavily
drearily the wagons 20 By With their
silent burden. This ma! be called the
night watch pf the slain On the Bould
ward dIaHe the insurgents have erect
Cd "A monster redouht, a fertilization IN
uiIdc stages, with trenches, lOophOles
tunnels, defended at first by 1--WE hun
lrcd men The defenders have dwiu-
llcd to five. but these five win not
WELD 1'rdr fortress Is bombardcd, the
adjoining houses are i'm flames but stil
thc five refuse to surrender and after
deadly fight Chat has lasted thirty
nine hours. they are taken and shot
10y the NersJillais
such conflicts ass bloody as rcsolutc,
have becn enactb all over Paris In
the day that Is not yet old. And now
the mooul.t hours. the calm of night
are g1yon to the gathering mp of the
,l,ad. Nietors aud yauquiShrd he
1hcel, by joM ON the stones of Paris;
rCcatouIb> sacrificed to discord and
civu war The red tag flies yet here
end there above the carnage, the bloody
ensign of Il bloody rggu