Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1897-03-04

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must live for me-for Yvonnette.
"No, must go" he insisted, bra
cling himself with an effort but hi'
strength gave out as he said it, and he
reeled into her arms. She supported
him into the obscure cellar and laid
him among the bundles Of straw. Then
she returned to the dwelling room.
Now that he was no longer there she
could act. She took the fag broke
the staff over her knee and threw the
pieces into the fire. Next she hid the
gun under q pile of fagots in the cor
ner. Then pouring some vinegar and
water in a bowl, she told the child to
be good and not make noise and
went to attend to her wounded hus-
band.
Yvonnette continued to play with
her doll, but her attention was at
tracted to a strip of the flag which the
flames had respected. 1t was piece
of white silk with feur de lys em=
bossed in gold upon it. She drew 1t
out of the embers with cry Of de-
light, and setting her doll upon her
knee was engaged in pinning the silk
upon it in the shape of dress when
the door opened and big, fierce,
white moustached soldier in a blue
tunic, white breeches and high CATERS
entered. He was sergeant Of gren-
adiers of the Republic.
He glanced around the room and
at once noticed that the gun rack was
empty.
"One of those wolves who have
been peppering US from ambush evi-
IDENTIFY lives here" he muttered'
There's a gun missing. A thousand,
thunders If we catch any of the ras-
Gals they will get a short shrift and
no ceremony"
He tore aside the curtains of the
bed, peered around and suddenly
caught sight of Yvonnette, who, not
in the least concerned, went on dress
ing her doll.
The savage expression of his face
softened into tender smile and he
went towards her.
"What shame to leave her all
alone in the house at such a time as
this" he muttered. He bent, took
her in his arms and kissed her.
whats your name, little dear
he asked.
"Yvonnette, replied the child.
"Why, I've got little Yvonnette,
too, just like you, and three little
boys as we'll" he said, and the recOl-
lection of his little brood III Paris
brought the tears inte the soldier s
eyes.
At that instant he noticed the silk
on the doll, and the hard, fierce ex-
preston returned to his face again.
"Where did you get that?' he ex-
claimed harshly, dropping the child
and seizing the stuff.
There" said Yvonnette, half
frightened at his change of manner,
pointing to the fire.
He rushed to the hearth, drew some
of the half burnt pieces of the flag
staff from the flames, with piece Of
scorched silk, and recognized them.
who do these belong tO?" he
went on.
ITO papa"
where is your papa
There" said Yvonnette, pointing
to the door.
I've got one of them at last, "
growled the sergeant savagely, seizing
his gun. "And if I don't fill him with
lead enough to sink him to the bottom
of the sea inside of two minutes, my
name is not Laderoute" ."
He strobe to the cellar door and
shook it. 1t was bolted on the inside,
and still further enraged he raised
his rife and was about to splinter the
frail partition with the butt end of the
weapon when he heard sound that
made him turn his head.
Without realizing the danger her
father was in, but instinctively fright
ened by the gestures of the grenadier,
Yvonnette had burst out crying.
The sergeant looked at her and low
cred his gun, and a guilty flush suf-
fused his face
Il kissed her a moment ago and
now l was going to kill her father, y
he muttered. "Laderoute. you're
blanked, blanked, blankety-blanked
cuss. That's what you are.
He hastily gathered up the incrim-
mating debris of the flag and piled the
embers upon them. AS he did so a
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