Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-12-02

ins scdihlcSs through every peril Now
and theL a savage scowling face looked
at her interrosatiyeIy, aud then passed
by. Sent,neis questioned and let her
pass. There was no harm In her She
Ind distracted loOk-a petroieuse who
had proved Of too weak a mind for
tliat patriotic work, perhaps Women
are feeble creatures. This ones head
bid heen turned Only an inmate the
more for the Ma;son des Fous
Amidst blood and fire she wandered
t., and fro. pausing whenever there
was 4 knot Of idIers II corner to
listen to their talk. or repeat her old
Inquiries Had there been any new
arrests within the last three days?
4 Arrests There were arrests every
I hour, a man told her. The gentlemen
F.. IN power were getting rabid Shoot
and burn. that was the word Muir
1 der and fire yccre their only notion
/ for taking their revenge upon Yer
Sailies. Arrests, foFsoothl What was
| the use Of talking about arrests? The
prisons were teeming with hostages,
there was neither space nor provision
1 for the herd Of unfortmates; and
now rhe word had gone forth to shoot
them down in the prison-yards, or to
roast them alive In their cells. Rlgault
and Ferre, Serizier Mesy, these were
not men to surrender tamely If these
fiery stars were to be qu nched, they
would 90 down in sea Of blood
I Anything newF' repeated a man
IN group that stood ON the bridge
watching the burning Of the Lyric
Theatre, as If it had been a free rep
frcsentadn, waiting for the Chatelet
20 take fire on the other side of the
wide lurid street, momentarily expect
ing the dark towers Of Notre Dame
to vomit flames-"a anything new? Yes,
we live in stirring dimes. There Is
always something new. The Yersaillais
have taken the Pantheon, the strong
hold Of the Commune, just as the Fed
erals were going to blow it up Mil
llere has been shot That is new.
Have You heard of the massacre of
( the DOminicans? That is new, And
Serizier has taken TO his heels-Seri-
zier, the colonel Of the 101st battalion;
/ Setizer. the hero Of Issy and Chatil-
Ion The colonel Is gone, and the bat
talon is scattered 4"
! The Dominicans At That name
Kathleen drew closer to the group,
as near rs she could to the speaker
gazing at him with wild wide-open
p, eyes. The DOminiCans! Almost the
last words she had heard from her
husbands lips were an indignant pro
test against the ill-ueatment Of these
I good monks.
Il would shed my last drop Of blood
rather than that a hair OF Father
( Captier's head should be hurt by those
devils" he had said a few minutes
before he left the house.
She went close up to the man who
had sp"'a 4, and who was now staring,
open-nlou,ded, at the burning theatre.
She laid her hand upon his arm.
gIs that t11te?" SHE aslled 'T[as
there been any harm done to the Do
minican Fathers OF the school OF Al
bert the Great? My husband was at
school there, ana he loves them as
IL they were his own flesh and blood.
Your husbands sons will have to
find another school, cheyenne" answer
ed the man, with a cynical air. The
Dominican school is sacked, and the
shayenpolls have been given their pass
port for paradise"
\ Murdered"
Every one of them. shot down like
pheasants in battue. this afternoon,
yOnder In the Avenue dItalie," point
ing far away to the south. There IS
nothing left Of the nest or of the
magpies, cheyenne"
She clasped her hands before her
face, and rceled against the parapet
bridge. Nobody noticed her, or cared
for her. The roof of the theater was
falling ina shower of burning frag-
mentS was blown across the dark wafer
ike a fiery rain. On the other side Of
7 the river the glare the smoke, the
stencil Of burning were intenstfying
with every moment.
viii there be anything left Of Paris
but dust and ashes when the sun
rises asked one Of the bystanders.
Kathleen leant against the bridge
motonicsS, speeches., paralyzed by
fear. She tried to think But for
some moments thought was impossible;
her brain was ciouded, benumbed
frozen. Then came reelection. Castor
had said that he would die to save
them fight for them to the death, these
good fathers; and they had all been
murdered. and Castor was missing
He who had given her such faithful
love had abandoned her to desolation
and despair
Was ii likely that he would SO aban-
don her unless a higher duty claimed
him? Was IT likely that he would leave
= her for a space Of fow days in ignor-
= anco of his fate unless he We're a
) prisoner or unless he We're dead?
Paris rocked with blood every street
: was the scene of murder, and he was
, gone from her-gone with the rest of
/ those victims of whom the crowd
spoke with such seeming Hghtness,
! while it looked on at the burning of
the city as at the fireworks which