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


And not word about Castor or
vopr vanderings. We told her moth
;ng hut lies yesterday-told her that
-or were in your own bed, i'll with
cold. Don't undcceive her. She is
:, bappy. poor soul nursing her first
bohv Yet, even in the midst of her
now happiness, she was full of anxiety
about you
Il will be careful" said Kathleen.
81 think l am getting used TO sorrow.
ought to be able to hide it"
She Obeyed Madame Schubert i'll every
particular, and came back in less than
an hour. fresh and bright in her clean
cotton gown and black silk apron, her
lovely hair brushed to silky softness,
and coiled in a smooth chignon at the
back of her head She smiled as she
kissed Rose She sat beside the bed
and rocked the baby on her knees, and
talked TO him, and cooed at him, try
ing to awaken some faint ray of in
teIligence in the little pink face, which
seemed to the mother to be full of
soul.
DO you think he has grown| asked
Rose fondly.
Il think he is wonderfully improved
since the day before yesterday" an
swered Kathleen.
"Improyedr Rose felt inclined to re-
sent the word. Could there be room
for Improvement in being so per.
feet us that child had been from the
very first hour of his life? But Kath-
lceu had vague memories of an unlove-
ly redness and spottiness in the in
faHts earliest idea of complexion, and
the soft rosy tints of today seemed
to her a marked advance in baby's de
Yclopment
Rose lay with her face turned to-
wards her sister, her hand in Kath.
leen's hand, perfectly happy. Happy
in the fulneSs of her love, albeit fort
still answered fort with sullen thun-
der, and cannon and mitrailleuse,
chassepot and revolver, stil made dead
~ music in the streets There was
peace here for Rose Durand in the mar
row circle of home She had suffered
all anxieties about the outside world
to be lulled to rest by Madame Schu-
bert's cheerful assurances. And then,
since the birth Of the Commune, Paris
had grown accustomed to the sound
of COMMANDMENT to the smoke of can
non PoliChinclle had made his jokes,
the merry go-rounds had revolved the
barrel organs, flies and drums had
sounded cheerIiy in the Champs Ely
sees, albeit Versailles was bombarding
Paris The roar Of guns, the noise and
havoc Of war, had become the every
day sounds of the city. Rose lying
in her cWtained bed, windows closed
and muftled, hardly knew that the guns
today sounded louder and nearer
Philip will so no more to the barri-
cadcS" she told Kathleen. HE was
wounded in the shoulder yesterday
a cry slight wound, praise to Heayen!
but enough to prevent his fighting any
more
Kathleen heard with u shudder, re-
mcmbering that file Of prisoners, with
fettered limbs and downcast eyes pale,
submissive She had heard
people say that all who had carried
arms against the republic would be
served thus. Passes pas les armsp
The phrase was familiar enough now.
A short shift and your back against
a wall, citizen, your waistcoat open,
so, and eight muzzles pointed at your
heart
Where is Gastol 2" said Rose pres
entity. "Maman Schubert said he was
at the Office all yesterday. His news
per is to be revived now that Paris
is more tranquil, she told me. Are you
glad of that Kathleen? l hope he
viii not preach revolution any more.
We have had enough of Commune"
Yes, enough-mOre than enough"
said Kathleen, her pale lips quiyering
as she turned away her head.
IN that day the sisters spent togeth
er, Kathleen dcvoting herself TO Rose
and the baby, smiling upon both, speak
ing hopeful words; but after dark,
when Rose had fallen asleep, Kathleen
stole away from the sick room just as
Madame Schubert recntered, after hay
ing attended TO her own home affairs
Before Madame Schubert had time to
ask her question, kathleen was gone
She ran up to her own room, put on
her neat little bonnet and shawl, her
thick black veil, and then back to
those terrible streets, to the sitting
smoke, the glare of the coniagratiOn,
The tramp of soldiery, the cry Of
Stand, or 1 fire."
The struggle was over in the center
of Paris. The insurgents had retired
TO Pere Lachaise, Menilmontant, Belle
vile the Buttes ChaumOnt The huge
storehouses of Villette filled half the
sky with lwid fame, across which
dashed the swift white light of the can
non. The Hotel de VILE stood sharply
out against the sky of fame and moon
hgnt-a ruin grand as any wreck
"t Roman greatness; airy columns,
larry arches, doorways without rooms,
spectral corridors, cornices Of delicate
Tacery; and, above all, unframed, in
Dig golden capitals, the legend, "Llber
F Equality! Fraternity
And still roars the demoniac thunder