Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-12-16


OF May, when Emile Gois and his
myrmidons drove the priests and gen.
darmcs to the place of butchcry Ia
the Rue HaNo.
The day of IcprisalS had come. and
the day was bitter. And the cry of
Paris is like the voice of the daughter
of Zion that bewaileth herself that
sprcadeth her hands, saying, Woe is
me now, for my soul is wearicd be
cause of murdcrersr
In all her wanderings, those loiterings
under the lines aud the NAPLES. on
the boulevard or ON a bench in the
Champs Elysecs, where the old air
of Caicty began once more to rnliven
the scene, Kathleen had rs vet heard
nothing of the missing Scrizicr The
people whom She questioned were
either densely ignorant they had never
heard of the manor they remember
ell him vaguely as one of those heroes
of the hour. a shoddy Achilles, who had
strutted in a gaudy uniform and play
ed the soldier in a passing show: or
they We're indifferent. shrugged their
shoulders, believed that Scrizier had
been killed on one of the barbados
at Belleville yonder. or that he had
been shot at Mazas with a gang OF
insurgents
At last, however, one tender June
evening, when the Storied windows o
Notre Dame flung broken colored lights
like scattered 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 10y the
low parapet, listening to the deep
toned harmonieS OF the distant organ,
heard two men talking OF Serizier.
They had known him evidently; he
had been one of their intimatcs at
some period Of his career; but they
were not talking of him with any
warmth of friendship. The man had
been too great a brute to conCilate
even his own class
He got off, sure enough said one.
He was cleyerer than Thcophilc Ferre
or Raoul Rigault or Megy, and the
rest of them, ! met him after dark.
on the both OF May in the Place Jeanne
dare. He was in fever of fright,
poor wretch, shaking from head to
foot with agitation and excitement.
After all, there Is difference in kill
ing and being killed, and Scrizer
thought his tmp had come. Ills boots
and trousers were red with the blood
of the DominiCanS, and ne 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
Wen he had never done me any good
turn that ! could remember; but one
is glad TO hide q hunted beast when
the hounds are close upon him; so
l told him ! had married sister liy-
ing IN the Rue Chateau DIES Renters,
and that l could get him shelter in her
lodging, which was OH the ground
floor, at the back, looking into a walled
yard a safe kennel for any dog to hide
in. lie jumped at the offer and l
took him to my sisters place gave
him a supper, and a bit of carpet to
lie upon, ana n blouse and n pair Of
linen trousers in exchange for his
fine feathers, and lent him razor TO
cut off his military moustache; ana at
break of day he left us, clean-shaycd
and dressed like a workman"
and you conclude that he got out
of Paris that morning" asked the
other man.
HE was a fool if he did not having
a fair chance"
To be continued