Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1901-10-10
MADAME JAMIE.

surd, perhape! DO NOT, however, b. In
too great Z hurry to turn 4 into ridi
cule, for she who bore Il was a brave
woman, and worthy Of al respect
She married, when about thirty
years Of age, the Quartsrmaster-gensr
81 Of the regiment.
After . year Of married life q son
was born, and Nine. Jambs and her
husband agreed that a. soon a. ha
should attain the proper az, he tso,
should be soldier. At tAs age Of ok.
teen be passed Into ne ranks, and BE-
Ing smart and Intelligent, be seemed 10
have bright future before him.
But the husband and father died
suddenly 10 1850. sorrow assd her
fast and she left the service and set-
tied In . little cottage lsft her BY her
parents n ths village Of Clusy, near
PsnaslissA
A year later war broke out, and this
Wa another sorrow for her to bear.
She wvs . patriot was Nine Janbs,
but she WAS . mother also.
And now will lot Nine. Jambs
take up the story, fer what fellows l
had from her own liDA
zone morning 1t dawn heard 4
noise At the door Of the cottage, and
then the sound Of breaking glass;. |
rose hastily and nm down u Tie
entrance. I savs . cry. my boy WAS
there, and bshAd hin stood three Of
his comrades, but In what state!
Hassard. hollow checked, their uni
forms IN rags, their boots almost in
pieces, blue and shivering With the
cold!
Mother, you must hide u.s. he
said. The general has entrusted me
with message to the commandant Of
the fort, but the Prussians have seen
US and are In pursuit They must not
find U.S.
"'Give me your order I cried, 4
will take It while you hide here; no
one will suspect Q woman"
II had no time to finish. We heard a
discharge Of musketry, and q nsighbor
rushed In, crying
"'The Prussians! The Prusslans are
herev
II pushed my son and his friends
into store room, ct the farther end Of
which, under some hay, was the door
leading into the cellar where l kept
my little stock Of wine and cider.
1.-The Prusslans entered in through
the open door; I saw others In the
road. There must have been about
one hundred Of them altogether. A
young officer was In command.
ale came 10 me and said, brutality
ais 1t you who are Nine Jambe?'
"'Yes, l am she,' answered him.
"'YOur son has just entered this
house.
"My son! He Is far away from
here, always supposing that he u still
alive
ale Is here; am sure Of 1t. Come.
now, where Is hep
"'You must seek him, then
"He made a sign, and the soldiers
ransacked the house.
AT last the brutss found him-him
and his friends, and l saw them
dragged out covered with the hay IN
which they had attempted to conceal
themselves. And my son! How brave
and handsome be looked with his fash
ing eyes Yes He was my own dssh
and blood, and felt proud Of him.
They were rlgogously searched for the
message they were supposed 10 bear,
but as II was a verbal one they could
find nothing.
"The officer stamped about the little
room, mad with rage. CHANGING at the
prisoners, he CRIED
"Is your son amongst themy
"He IL not; and II be were wOul1
not confess It,
He drew his sword on me, and then
We were ell dragged out into the road
way, the officer shouting
"where Is the man who gave u
the informationf
"'One OF bis companions has just
killed him. a Prussian sergeant ne
piled, pointing to corpse which l had
not seen, hidden Is It was behind .
bush.
The traitor was 4 franc-tireur, who,
to save bis own Nfe, had given up
my son to the enemy. His punishment
had net been long delayed.
"The murderer will b. shotv cried
the omoer; then, looking hsrcely q a
group Of villagers who were covering
under bic mems bayonsts, hs contln'
usd,-
"'Some one among you kAews the
man Jambs; point Nm out to me, or
win sfdsr ny men y 6rs sn you
"Ah! they were Bravo ny neigh
bers they made no reply.
"'Then We will son Ind OUT He
ave an order 10 . wv voice. His
men pinned ne With my back against
Z wall, and placed rides m ths hands
! Of my son and bic comrades
"And the officer said,-
"On the word Of command you
will nre end kill that woman. II you
disobsy n wan BE- your turn next
, "A CRY Of horror Nn through the
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