The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1899-03-22

Bravo, Zouavesl You are the
first soldiers in the worldr
II found myself sitting near tho
wheel, supporting my poor broken
paw, when suddenly l remembered
| Dry-Jean's awful crime. At that very
instant he stepped out Of the ranks
toward the general. He had lost his
fez. and from big cash in his close.
shaven head ran trickle of blood.
Leaning on his gun with one hand,
with the other he held ont an Austrian
flag, tattcred and dyed rsd--n Eag he
had taken. The general gazed at him
admiringly.
Hey there, Bricourt' turning to
one of his staff; look at that, IL yot,
please. What menr
"Whereupon Dry-Jeap spoke up:
" 'Qnite 80, my general. But you
know-the First Iouaves there are
only enough left for once morel
" would like TO hug you for thatr
cried the general; you'll get the cross,
you know, and still repeating, what
menp he said to his aid-de-camp some
thing / didn't understapd-Im no
scholar, you know. But I remember it
perfectly: Worthy of Plrtarch, wasn't I
1t, Bricourt?'
''At that very moment s'e pain was
too much for me, and | tainted You
know the rest. I've often told you
how they sawed Off my arm and how
dragged along in delrinm for two
months in the hospital. II1 my sleep
less hours / used to ask myself if IL
was my duty to accuse Dry-Jean pub
licly. But could / prove it? And
.hen said, He's scouadrel, but
he's brave; he killed Captain Gentili,
but he took flag from tie enemy
Finally, in my convalesc ence, / learned
that as n reward Tor his courage Dry
Jean had stepped up into the Zouaves
of the Guard and had been decorated.
Ali Mt first i, gave me disgust at my
own cross which the colonel had
pinned on me i'll the hospital. Yet
Dry-Jean deserved his, too; only his
Legion Of Honor ought to have served
as the bull's-eye for the squad detailed
to put him out of existence.
'Its all far away now. / never
saw him again; he remained in the
service, and | became n good civilian.
But just now, when ] saw that uni
form with its bullet -hole-God knows
how it got there-hanging stones
throw from the barracks where the
murderer is, it seemed to me that the
captain, the crime still unpunished,
was clamoring for justice"
L did my utmost to quiet Pere
Vidal, assuring him he had acted for
the best Five days later, on reaching
the Office, Vidal handing me n paper
folded at a certain paragraph, muir
INJURED gravely: "What did / tell
you?" / read:
"Another victim Of intemperance. .--Yester-
day afternoon, on the Boulevard de Gre
nellie, certain Jean Malet. known us Dry
Jean, sergeant in, the Zouaves of the lmpe-
rial Guard, who with two companions had
been drinking freely, was seized with delir-
ium tremens while looking at some old uni
forms hanging in n secondhand shop. He
drew his bayolet aud dashed down Il Q
street to the terror Of all passers-by. The
two priyates with him had the utmost dfli-
Guilty in securing the madman, who shouted
ceaseiessly: Il am not Il murderer; / took
an Austrian flag at Melegnanon II seems
that the later statement is true. Mallet
wus "'corntcu ior tnis leut; MS ABDUCTION 10
drink has alone prevented him from rising
In the ranks. Mallet was conducted to the
military hospital of Gros- Gallon, whence he
will soon be transferred TO Charen:on. for 1t
is doubtful II he can recover his reason"
As returned the paper 20 Vidal, he
looked at me meaningly and con
cluded:
captain Gehtili was n Corsican-
he has avenged hin ,lf" Translated
for the Argona.t iIom the French of
Francois Coppee.