The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-07-24

dief his wound had turned 90 bad hat the
way that even the dying understand.
BE- % RSsss1 RRa tb als .G Sf issrl sf fSF &sT aSEsSGRSd co fSE
p19y t LEFT him restless Oss6S q 2 loss our; uooa or.
he wondered why. he thought Of her at all. In
his, burrow he had buried an infants silver cNp,
when he could dc so without fear Of aspersions
on his honesty. He. ,chuckled as he Thought
at him with those big eyes-she would perhaps
came to the house on the ramparts in tho rue
The Cellar Of the house was reached from the
garden through q digit OF stone steps, The
lock.
The Mouse, on his hands and knees, CROPPED
weeds and broken cucumber frames. pufing
ana c9rsing, until. without any varying; ne
alert, he crouched breathless by the slab on the
grass. Somebody had removed 1t; somebody
Steaithiiy he crawied into the manhole and
descendedthe FIRST three steps. His worn shoes
made INC no noIsei he creRt three re- steR pei further nth.
lantern on the floor, sat three m e Two Of
them wore the uniforms Of %oflcers Of the, oar
voices were lndistinct, but their features were
not, and the Mouse fairly bristled as he recog.
nized them. They were stauffer. Mortier, and
The iirst thought Of the Mouse was instinct:
lively personal. They had come to rob him OF
nearer, wrigeie behind a barrel, and crawi 90
have have f STABBED siTn M OPSSSFeiiNS %or 9f%' had RS i SSea
alone.
less voice that always struck q chill to the
M. Mortier, you misunderstood me, I am
not in this city for my health. nor an I here to
preach the commune. There is but one thing
how l s get u or Where vGSP@@f I Gst il. Pruss dSnf thS SsTs
or French francs We al one to me-" ,
green eyes on the bloodless face before. him.
anlshed. Not to waste words. the situation Is
to run q, tunnel from. this cellar under, the
s shSfIefke is e ' Ssst aos'l M w. Powder Sas f e3Pplode ldfL in
az Slsss sfRR 8shiR RSS ne S 3 G5s%fs fort On 'f Do T a%S SsRs
n a S, Pi%aHsesdd 4 E 6m6SST gs1tst then added; For this
lighting up as he proceeded.
,o ut WAS was s As plan he Ye1 had # in view be-
lodged in this house, and planned It all OUT
even to e5efasyating the tunnel to Sastion No;
headi But: We can do Il Il aioneAaiii we. want Of
you is tS help With it1 Z the 9, ttpTn 81 1t will be worth
Mortier's eyes seemedt to grow incandescent
shaped head. his throat, under the red flannel
rags. moved convulsively.
As he spoke. he rose; Buckhurst. with the
numbered to his feet and began to speak again.
but Mortier silenced him and turned on Buck
hurst Ikea wild beast.
II refuse r. he shouted. II am an Anarchist.
not a %traitorl l kill. l destroy, / burn. 1 murder
II Unnecessary: butt will not betray-no. not for
all the thalers in the kingdom Of Prussia!"
His eyes glittered with the light OF insanity.
His misshapen hands menaeed Buckhurst. :.
"Judasl' he shrieked. THE commune shall
peopIei Rensgade1 Thief
There was a flash, a report, and Mortier
clapped his hands to his face. which the blood
suddenly covered. The next moment he was
at Buckhurst's throat, bore him down. twined
fastened his teeth in his throat, and Buckhurst
shot him again and again through, the body,
They swayed and fell together. the deadly light
died in Buckhurst's glazing eyes. After a min
ute neither moved again.
Staufrer had gone. fleeing like one distracted,
light and agzed dow at the dead.
Presently he picked up the lantern. grubbed
q hole In the ground. deposited his forks with
the rest OF his booty, rose, glanced at the dead
again. and picked up the lantern. He Spat on
the ground-for Buckhurst had tricked him
once-so he insulted the corpse with a con-
temptuous GESTURE, and went out, swinging
his lantern and sneering..
Give up. the GNanterre fort. ehP'' he. repeat
ed. mimicking Stauffer's effeminate voice: o.
my sister, Q. IL. Ia! You'll settle with me-
The Prophet was firing as he left the city by
the Porte Rouge; he looked up at the, great
O.. la. la! o. Lordl-How funny war is. anywav!d