Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-12-09

~ was Tune, answered q soldier;
our cavalry were at the end Of the
street when cette bette took 10 his heels
They have been hunting for him ever
since, but the rat has run into some
hole where he is not easily found. We
shall find him, thought Nom dun chen
such butchers must not be allowed to
escape Those good Dominican Faith
crs. No, the canaille shall not get orr
Iic is man Of yesterday, this Seri-
zier. creation Of the 18th March, is
he notE asked the other
lie is Communard, crapule among
the Coumunards He is currier by
trade, but he got into trouble under
the empire and was refugee in Bel
GUM up to the 4th Of September. He
hatgs all priests with dlabolical
fcrocity, ana has prided himself upon
desecratng the churches by his brutal
orgies He is more tiger than man:
but we shall cut his claws and draw
his teeth when we find him
When we find him, yes" answered
the other. lolling over the table, and.
eating his soup with an alr Of luxurious
rposc.
His hands ana face were alike black
encd by gunpowder; his hair was eliot
ted with dust and blood There had
been no leisure yet for the yictors to
make their toilet
You think he has taken the key of
the fields"
81 should say he was across the
frontier by this time, or on board one
of the American steamers mt Havre.
lie would not Let the grass grow under
his feet"
Not 50 easy to get out of Paris, my
friend Look at Raoul Rigault lie
tried to hide himself yesterday after
noon, but they mearthed him, and
set him with his back 10 the wall
his favortc attitude Of other people.
And this Scrizicr is a marked man.
He commanded twelve battali0ns at
Chatillon and at Issy. All the army
know him. He viii never be able 10
pass our outpOsts unrecognized"
~ hope not" answered the other
They say that some Of the communist
dogs-thc leaders Of the sheep have
provided themselves with balloons, and
that, rs soon rs they have burned
Paris they mean to set sail for Eng
land or Belgium"
There was no more said about Seri-
zicr and Kathleen left, after paying
for her refreshment, ana walked home
ward slowly fcebIy, in III" bright cool
rpprufu,s ma. .,,r -,,,. ,.f..i,,,. f,ro. +1,f
heights beyond Paris II was shining
on the faces Of the dead on the dread
full crimson dye which stained the
streets on rags and tatters, and frag-
mcnts Of arms strpwed thicker than
autumn leaves on roadway and pave
mcut
Some Of the street lamps were still
pale and sickly light In the
glow ANA glory of the morning The
were deserted This side OF
Paris was i'm possession of the regular
army, and comparative quiet reigued
the quiet Of death and desolation.
Tfut mighty ma ysos OF flames and
smoke yOndcr as of 4 burning vOlca-
no, told that the C0nfiagration still
aged with undated fury the Rae du
I}Ic the Rue de Lille, the public gran .
lrics. the Palace of Justice; enough
there to last for a few good
hours yet.
Halfway towards the Rue Git le
'ocT Kathleen met a melancholy pro
'c>Siou. Forty Commmards, men and
women, prisoners. In chains, silent with
,cnt heads i'm the midst of the soldiers
yho are leading them TO the place
where they are TO be shot No trial
40 formula of any Kind. They have
'een taken red handed among the ruins
ncy have made, in bitches, behind
leaps Of stones, They have been forced
10 fight, no doubt The Commune
would take no excuse Her children
must give her their hearts blood 70
'efuSc was treason, and death to all
'rritOrs was the cry of those last days
Rebellion la her deathagony, was
uercilcsS. AS good one death rs an
'thcr." said the sheep, as they went
70 the barbados; and they worked
md drauk-they were passing liberal
with their strong drinks, those Com
uuuard leaders and they fought with
The desperate courage Of men who
knew that death WAS certain either
way.
And now meellly as they obeyed
heir leaders, they suffer themselves
10 be led to their doom Not theirs
The brains that hat,ae rebellion; not
heirs the pockets that We're filled by
)illage ana theft: not theirs the profit
gate orgie or the brief spell of power
but theirs the penalty death
1t was nine O'Clock when Kathleen
oiled slowly up the staircase, and
shocked with remulous hand at her
sisters door That last portion of her
had been the slowest of all.
She had crawlcd along, half asleep,
hardly knowing whore she was or what
She was doing. She had stumbled
against the passers- 10y, and had been
accused of drunkenness more than
once by an cnraEed citizen. And now,
rs Maman Schubert opened the door,
She fen into her arms, and sank from
that maUouly bosom 10 the floor in a