Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-01-06
I He RED FLAG
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10 She went on with her work dog
oddly. hopefully albeit there We're
times of fear-times when she recalled
how little foundation there was for
any certainty that Serizier was in
paris or even that he lived. The man
for whose going ia or coming out she
watched morning and evening might
bs far away in the New World rioting
n and reveling upon the spoils of reyo-
n ntion. conveyed to him yonder by
some faithful friend; or his corpse
might have been huddled into one Of
those common graves which had yawn.
cd 10 receive hecatombs of nameleSs
dead.
The Dmands had both been curious
as to the fate OF Suzon Michel 1t was
known in the Rue Git le Occur that she
had been active amidst the atrocities
Of the Commune, a shining light in
that fiery atmosphere. She was known
TO have carried the chasSepot and the
petroleum can, to have been busy
amidst scenes of riot and death There
were some who declared that she was
tie petroleuse who had ridden, dress
"a as a yivandere, at the head of that
hldeous procession in the Rue Haxo
when the priests and the gendarmeS
were led 10 The slaughter, less happy
iu their doom than the Archbishop
AID his companions, who were mas
sacred within the walls of La Roquette
Certain it is that she had been seen
more than once in a yiyandiere's cos
tune, and that she was known to be
one OF the tiercest of that heIlish crew.
The cremerie had been closed from
the first day of the barbados, and
had never reopened, A board in front
of the shop announced that ii was a
lOuer presentement. Either In Michel
was verify gone to give an account
Of her sins i'll the land of shadows,
or she was keeping out of the way,
lest she should be called upon to an
swer Tor her misdeeds before an
earthly tribunal This was what was
said OF her in the Rue Git lie Occur
Kathleen knew the popular mind upon
this subject, and she heard Durand
and Rose discuss the question on one
OF fhoSe rare occasions when she
eonented to join them at the neat
little supper table. 1t was almost
festival for Rose when she could in
duce her Sister to spend the evening
with her.
Il have always hated that woman"
said Rose speaking of Suzon Michel
"a bold bad woman, capable Of any
crime
A creature of strong passions, no
doubt answered Durand, terribly
capable Of eyllf But l do not know
that she was quite incapable of good
These women who feel so strongly are
as htful as a summer thunderstorm (,
they viii adore Il man one day and
murder him the next. Bit they have
the power TO love as well as to hate;
they have strength for self-Sacridce
as well as for crime"
II do not value their love any higher
than their hate" said Rose, who had
never forgotten her early impressions
about SuZon, never ceased TO be jealous
and suspicious of the woman who
had dared to love kathleen'S lover;
their hearts and minds are all evil,
their love is a snare. If she is dead
well-GOd give me chardty-let her
rest in her grave; if she is living, God
grant that she and l may never meet
1t was only a few days after the
evening upon which this conversation
occurred that kathleen had startling
evidence of SuZon Michel's existence in
Paris, at the very time when people
believed her 10 be either dead or in
exile
Those first days Of September in II
We're rs sultry and thunderous as the
last days Of August Indeed, it seem.
ed rs if the summer grew hotter as
it waned. The sun shone with tropical
splendor all day, and at eventide the
atmosphere was thick with heat
1t was between eight and nine, after
Ter evening watch in a street the
Barrirre d'Enfer was over, that kath-
ieen went TO a spot which she had
visited in many a twilight hour, since
she FIST gazed upon it in the dim
carly m0rnlg on the 10Th of May.
Some said that she had been shot
down on the last of the barbados,
yonder at Belleville; Others declared
that they had seen her in a gang Of
prisoners bound for Satory. No one
regretted her; but there was morbid
curiosity in the Rue Git lie Occur, and
two or three adjoining streets, as
70 her fate Details of her last hours,
seasoned with plenty of blood, would
have been welcome.
TINS was the narrow side street in
which she had seen the bloody traces
Of her husbands death, at the foot of
The lamp-post. That dreadful spot was
10 her as his grave, and her coming