The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1897-05-21

| ho1AL BAKING POWDER CO., NEW YORK
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 flag, broke
the staff over knee, and threw the
pieces into the fire. Next she hid the
gun under pile of fagots in the corn
er. Then pouring some vinegar and
water into the 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 attract
ed to strip of the flag which the flames
had respected. 1t was piece of
white silk with feurs-de lis embossed
in gold upon it. She drew it out of
the embers with a cry of delight, and
setting her doll upon her knee, vas en-
gagged in pinning the silk upon it in
the shape of dress, when the door
again opened, and big, fierce, white
mustached soldier in a blue tunic,
white breeches, and high CATERS en-
tered. He was a sergeant of grena-
diers 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 evidently
lives here" he muttered. There is a
gun missing. A thousand thunders !
If we catch any of the rascals they
will get short shrift and no ceremo-
ny"
He tore aside the curtains of the
bed, peered around, and suddenly
caught sight of Yvonnette, who, not in
the least concerned, went on dressing
her doll.
The savage expression of his face
softened into tender smile. and he
went toward her.
"What a shame to leave her all
alone in this house at such time as
this" he muttered. He bent, took her
in his arms, and kissed her.
"What's 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 well," he said, and the recollection
of his little brood in Paris brought the
tears into the soldiers 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 stug.
"There," said Yvonnette, halffright-
ened at his change of manner, pointing
to the fire.
He rushed to the hearth, drew some
of the half-burnt pieces of scorched
six and recognized them.
"Who does these belong to?'' he went
on.
"To Papa"
Where is your papa?"
"There," said Yvonnette, pointing
to the door
"I've got one of them at last" growl-
ed the sergent savagely, seizing his
gun: "And if L don't fill him with
Lad enough to sink him to the bottom
of the sea inside of two minutes, my
| names not Laderoute."
He strobe to the cellar door and
shook it. 1t was bolted on the inside,
and still further enrage6, he raised his
rifle and was about to splinter the frail
partition with the butt end of the weap
on when he heard sound that made
him turn his head.
Without realizing the danger her
father was in, but instinctively fright
encd by the gestures of the grenadier,
L
The scrgent looked at her and lower
ed his CUR, and a guilty fiush sutlsued
his face.
81 kissed her moment ago, and
now | was going to Kill her father" he
muttered. "Laderoute, you're blank
ed, BANKED, blankety -blanked cuss
That's what you are.
He hastily gathered up the incrimi-
mating debris of the flag and piled the
embers upon them. AS he did so, COM
pany of soldiers marched up to the
house, Sergent Laduraut took WON
knette on his arm and stood in the door
to prevent them from entering.
Essss @ one here but this little lady,
said: fright about -march!''
4shen he kissed the child. ''For my
own little vonnettes's sake" he mur-
INJURED.
"Good.by, sweetheart and putting
her down, closed the door, and hurried
! after his comrades.