Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1896-08-20

bloody weapons from house to house
seeking. pursuing, and at last KILN,
IN some horrid corner, some place O
demonstrating with blow on blow
dealt on writing bodies! Not here
surely, where each minute a child. +,
woman died silently, a man snarlinr
like wolf-happy II he had snatched
his weapon and got his back to the
wall; where foul corpses damned the
very blood that ran down the kennel,
and children : little children : played
with them.
l was at Cahors in 1880 in the great
street fight; and there women were
killed. l was with Chatillon nine years
later, when he rode through the Eau
bourgs Of Paris, with this very day
and his father Coligny in his mind,
and gave no quarter. was at Coutras
and Ivry, and more than once have seen
r prisoners led out to be piked in patches
ay, and by hundreds! But war is war,
!. and these were Its victims, dying for
the most part under Gods heaven with
arms in their hands; not men and wom-
en- fresh reused from their sleep. I
| felt on those occasions no such horror,
, ! have never felt such burning pity and
: indignation os on the morning l am
describing, that long-past summer
morning when | first saw the sun shin
ing on the streets Of Paris. Croisette
chung to me, sick and white, shutting
his eyes and ears, and letting me guide
him as would. Marie strobe along on |
the other side Of him, his lips closed,
his eyes sinister. Once soldier Of the |
guard whose blood-stsined hands be-
trayed the work he had done, came
reeling-he was drunk, as were many
Of the butchers--across our path, and
gave way little. Marie did not, but
walked stolidly on as II he did not
see him, as II the way were clear, and
there were no ugly thing in Gods image
blocking It.
Only his hand went as II by accident
to the haft Of his dagger. The archer
! fortunately for himself and for us too
-reeled clear Of us. We escaped that
danger. But to see women killed and
pass by--it was horrible! So horrible
that If in those moments had had the
wishing-cap, would have asked but ,
for 5000 riders, and leave to charge with
them through the streets of Paris! I
would have had the days Of the JAG
querie back again, and my men-at-arms
behind mel!
For ourselves, though the orgy was
at It's height when we passed, we were \
not molested We were stopped indeed
three times-once in each Of the streets
we traversed--by different bands of
murderers. But as we wore the same
badges as themselves, and cried Vive
la Messed" and gave our names, we were d
allowed to proceed. | can give no idea "
of the confusion and uproar, and I n
scarcely believe myself now that we U
saw some Of the things we witnessed 81
Once man gayly dressed, and splendid fl
ly mounted, dashed past us, waving his al
naked sword and crying in frenzied
way; "Bleed them! Bleed them! o.
Bleed In May, as good to-day" and DC
never ceased crying out the same words b
until he passed beyond our hearing. or
Once we came upon the bodies of a y, W
father and two sons, which lay piled to- be
gether in the kennel; partly stripped wi
already. The youngest boy could not =,
nave been moro than 10. l mention w
his group, not as surprising others in col
'athos, but because 1t is well known fat
low that this boy Jacques Nompar de v ,,s
Jaumont, was not dead, but lives to- 5
lay my friend, the Marshal de Ia Force.
This reminds me too Of the single act of
If kindness we were able to perform. I'll
We found ourselves suddenly, on turn. Sc
ng corner amid a gang Of seven or in
light soldiers, who had stopped and
handsome boy. apparent
y about n. He wore ascholar's gown, cri
md had some books under his arm, to tn
which he chung iirmly-though only st.
,erhaps by instinct-notwithst oc'
he furious air of the men who were sol
him with death. They TIL
we're loudly demanding his name as raj
We paused opposite them. He either ma
ould not or would not give it, but said MI
everal times in his fright that he was WI
'oing to the College Of Burgundy Was or'
e Catholic? they cried. He was vi .,
ilent. With an oath the man who had IN
old of his collar lifted up his pike, and qu ~,
aturally the lad raised the books to ue -
uard his face. A cry broke from ~
roseete. He rushed forward to stay an'
he blow. Wy
"See! see!" he exclaimed loudly, his r
Dice arresting the mans arm in the 90
cry act of falling. 'IIe has mass IL
ook! He has mass bookl He is not Ma
hereto! He is Catholic!" Uo
The fellow lowered his weapon, and orc
lllenly snatched the books. He looked on,
them stupidity with bloodshot wan inc
ering eyes, the red cross on the vellum mil
indings the only thing he understood clu
ut 1t was enough for him; he bid the ant
oy begone, and released him with tiol
lff and IN oath. get
Crosette was not satisfied with this, the
Tough did not understand his reason; eve
1ly saw him exchange glance with and
lie lad. Come, comel" he said lightly. mu
live him his books! You do not want