Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-02-09
ASTORYOF BLOOD.
CHAPTER xL-coNTrNuED.
BY M. E. DRADDoS.

tie guarded by a Gordon Of soldiers. She
saw the exasperated crowd flinging itself
savagely upon these victims of their leaders
folly, trying TO break through the GORDON Of
soldiers, the women moro furious than the
men, striking at the prisoners with their
umbrellas, crying, death to the assassinsl
To the fire with the incendiariesv'
When some poor painting wretch, exhaust
ed by fatigue, tottered and fell, and was
| picked up by the gendarmes and put in one
of the vehicles of relief which followed the
convoy, there was a howl of fury from the
mob:
mo, no" they cried, ''shoot him on the
spotp
And as the dismal train passed through
the villages, on the quiet country roads,
there was the same chorus Of insults and
execrations, q torture that knew no cessa-
ton ill the prisoners reached the camp ut
Satory, where they had the naked earth for
their bed, and the sky for their shelter.
Perhaps some among these pilgrims OF the
chain may have assisted in that other pro-
cession on the 9th of May, when EmileGois
and his myrmidons drove tho priests and
gendarmesto the place Of butchery in the
Rue HaxO.
The day of reprsals had come, and the
day was bitter. And the cry of Paris is like
the voice of the daughter Of Zion that be
waileth herself, that spreadeth her hands,
saying, "Woe is me now, for my soul is
wearied because of murderersY
In all her wanderings, those loiterings I'M
der the lines and the naples on the boule-
ward, or on bench in the Champs Elysees,
where the Old air of gaiety began once more
to enliven the scene, Kathleen had as yet
heard nothing of the missing Serizer. The
people whom she questioned were either
densely ignorant-they had never heard Of
the manor they remembered him vaguely
as one of those heroes OF the hour, shoddy
Achilles, who had strutted in gaudy uni
form and played the soldier in passing
show; or they were Indifferent, shrugged
their shoulders, believed that Serizier had
been killed OH one of the barricades at BciIe-
vile yOnder, or that he had been snot at
MaZas with gang Of insurgents.
At last, however, one t"nder June even
ing, when the stored windows of Notre
Dame flung broken oolored lights, like scat
tered jewels upon the placid bosom OF the
Seine, ia by the Morgue, which lay low
In the shadow yonder, like the black hull of
some slave-ship, Kathleen, Standing by 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 intmatos at some period
Of his career; but they were not talking OF
him with any warmth of friendship. The
man had been too great brute 10 eonciliate
even his own class.
"He got of, surs enough" said one. Vie
was cleverer than Theophile Ferre, or Raoul
Rigault, or Megy, and the rest Of them
met him after dark, on the 25th Of May, in
the P ace Jeanne dare. He was in fever
of FRIGHT, poor wretch, shaking from head
to foot with agitation and excitement. Aft
er all, there is difference in killing and
being killed, and Ser.zier thought his turn
had come. His boots and trousers were red
with the blood OF the Dominicans, and he
complained of having TO wear uniform
that was likely 10 betray his identity. lie
was colonel OF the 10lst battalion, you may
remember, and had been very proud Of hi;
uniform-bulldog that he was. Well, he
had never done me any good turn that
could remember; but one is glad to hide
hunted beast when the hounds are close up
on him; so told him had married sister
living in the Rue Chateau DIES Renters, anC
that could get him shelter in her lodging
which was on the ground-foor, at the back
looking into walled yard-a safe kenne
for any dog to hide in. He jumped at tht
offer, and took him to my sisters place
gave him a supper, and bit of carpet 10 liz
upon, and blouse and pair Of linen trou
eers in exchange for his fine feathers, anC
lent him razor to cut off his military mons
tache; and al break Of day he left us, clean
shaved and dressed like a workman"
"And you conclude that he got out o.
Paris that morning% asked the other man
''He was fool if he did not having a TAI
chance"
'sThe question is whether he had chance
That bulldog muzzle of his would not b,
easily forgotten, and the Government VIA,
hard on his track on account of the slaugh-
ter Of the Dominicans, which really was a
littletoosmuch; eyeniwe Of the 1nternationals
thought lie had gone too far. l should think
1t would be easier for him to hide in Paris
than to leave Paris Just them"
Perhaps; but there has been plenty OF
time since for him TO get clear OF. / dare
say he is living by his craft as currier in
one OF the big provincial towns. lie would
have TO live by histlade; for know he car
ried no money with him when ne made OIL
that morning."
N SOlhcliiilr EaihON1
ut least" Kathleen thought. Until this mo-
ment she had not known the original avo-
cation of the warrior Serizier, commandment
of the famour 1o1st, the hero of lssy and
Chattillon. A curricri Here was falling
off indeed for the Ajax of the gutterl
One OF the provincial townsl Alas, this
was indeed vague clue. Rouen, Havre,
Lyons, Tours, Rennes-the names OF adozen
great cities came into Kathleen's mind as
she went slowly homeward, downcast and
dsheartened. 10 lived; that was some
thing for her to know. He lived 10 expiate
his crime, to suffer as she suffered, to render
blood for blood. Her life, her brain, her
heart should be devoted to the task of find
ing him; her hand should point him out to
the law he had outraged.
All that night-the soft summer night,
full vi the murmuring of leaves-eyen here
In desolated Paris, where the ruined houses
stood up blank and black, with shattered
windows, through which the moonlight
shone and the June winds blew; q handful
of dust, fragment of crumbllng mortar,
falling every now and then as the zephyrs
touched the broken walls-all that night
Kathleen lay broad awake. staring at the
easement opposite her bed; and when day