Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1893-11-23


like his own. From head TO heel, mind
u Souu, body, the creature had msrxed
herself: and these men women wert
q even more savage than the deyI-meu
OF those days, for they thought theiI
T infamy heroism and their cruelty cour
age. Not one of these furieS, waving
D her petroleum-can, 81 Duldering her
chasSepot, but fancied herself modern
K Maid of Orleans
B And now the victims were driven into
; the street, like sheep to the slaughter
/ house.
: Pass, one by one," cried Bobeche the
saoler, who held his six-year-old son
2 by the hand.
was 1t not well for the boys to see
the tonsured heads laid low? It is
thus France rearS her patriots-young
Romans sucked by the wolf Reyolu-
ton.
Ihe Dominicans, the school-servants.
the Journalist crossed the fatal thresh-
Old The first to pass was Father
Cotrault, and, at the third step. he
fell, struck by bullet.
The Prior turned to his companions.
Come, my friends, for the love of
God he said, in his mild voice; and
he and his little train rushed into
the open, and ran athwart the rain of
bullets
Suzon flung herself into the midst of
the road, at the risk of being shot
down IN the melee. She loaded and re
loaded her chassepot, crying, "Cowards,
towards! they are running away.
1t was not a butchery, but a batt11e
The poor human game tried 70 fee
MD itself behind the trees, slipped along
under the lee of the houses. Women
at open windows clapped their hands
and shrleked with joy as they watched
| the sport; in the street men shook
their fists at the victims: the scene
was alive with insult and laughter.
| voices that sounded like the bowling
OF furious beasts. 1t was a new carni
val OF flowers and sugar -plums; only
the hoWTers were insult and outrage.
the sugar-plums We're bullets.
some OF the more active gained the
side streets, and escaped the leaden
shower. Five Of the priests, seven of
the schoolservants, were shot down in
heap before the Chapelle Brea.
Ere, fire upon them,' cried Serizier
When c0nyulsive movement showed
that life still throbbed amidst this
mass OF death, and one poor bleeding
form that had family stirred received
thirty-one bullets.
See" cried ISuzon, as NIortemar.
slender, active, 1.-THE, with youth and
Vlgor on his side, sped lightly along
the boulevard and vanished at a dis
tant turning, there goes one that will
cheat us!'
She rushed off in pursuit of him.
GREATNESS, painting, mai with rage.
Two of Serizfer's lambs ran with her.
pleasantly excited by the chase. The
hunters reached the turning, and there.
Hold, hold!'' shrieked Suzon. throw
ing aside her gun, and stretching her
arms wide in passionate entreaty; ''do
not firen'
Too late; another volley whistled
past her, as she sank on her knees.
screaming, pleading, Disappearing She
did not know how to pray.
CASTOR Mortemar fell without
groan. =,
Suzon sprang to her feet, picked I'D s
her gun, and struck at the Communards
with the butt-end, f1inging about her
like a devil
Serizier's lambs burst out laughing.
They thought she was drunk In those
days when the atmosphere breathed
cognac and absinthe, it was only ma
tural that woman should be drunk.
They laughed, and left her, having done
adj there was to do here; left her grow
cling on the ground by the lamp-post,
alone with her dead, the warm May
sun shining on her through the smoke
q few PAGES down the narrow street,
lening against a lamp post, exhausted
by the rapidity of his flight, stood
their quarry.
The men fired instantly Suzon lifted
her gun to her shoulder, and then sud
denly let it fall to her side. She dashed
her hand across her eyes. Was it a
dream? Was she forever haunted, walk
ing as well as sleeping, by that one
face? Through the haze of blood and
fire she saw the face of the man she
lOved-lOved and hated, and hated and
loved. She scarce knew which feeling
was dominant in breast where both
fires burned 50 fiercely. She saw him,
pale as ashes, his Ivid lips parted, his
eyes staring wildly, as men look into
the face of sudden violent death; hunt
ed humanity at bay, the hounds closing
round, the huntsman ready with his
knife. A thin stream of blood trickled
down the pale face. One of the bullets
had grazed his temple.
of the battle the air smelling of blood
and burning.
While she hung over the PROSTATE
figure, lying face downwards on the
bloody dust, the rhythmical trot of
the cavalry sounded in the distance,
and the French troops were entering
the Avenue d'Italie Serizer had re-
tired into the prison when the carnage
was over, and was occupied in revising
a list of victims who were to be des-
patched with something more of for
mality than he had deemed necessary
in the case of the DominicanS; but at
the moment when he was about to or
der out the first prisoners upon his list,
his lieutenant rushed in, and whispered
in his ear.
All was over. The column of cavalry
was seen advancing. The colonel Of
the 18th legion flung aside his papers,
dashed into the avenue, threw him