Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1903-02-16

other meat to eat. From Gay
to day, however, as convalescence
approached, our task with the inval-
id became more difficult. That NUMB
of all his senses, of all his limos
ing of all his senses, of all his limGs'
which had aided us so much up 10
then began to disappear. Two OF
three times already the terrible tlr-
ing at the Maillot gate had maze
him start with ear on the alert ike
hunting dog; we had to invent
last victory of Bazaine under Berlin
and salutes fred in honor OF the
! event from the Hotel les Invalldes,
Another day when his bed had been
rolled near the window-it was,
think, the Thursday Of the fight at
! Buzenval-he saw quite distinctly
some national guards massing on the
Avenue de la Grande Armee.
"'What are those troops? he ASK
ed, and we heard him mutter be-
tween his teeth, Bad form! BAD
! form!'
Nothing came Of it; bue we under
stood that in the future great pre-
cautions would be necessary. IN
| fortunately we did not take enough.
! zone evening as, I entered the girl
came to me in distress.
"Tt is tomorrow that they enter,
she said.
"Was the grandfather's room
open? On thinking it over after
ward I remembered that he had
strange look on his face that even
! ing Likely he heard us. Only we
we're speaking Of the Prussians ami
he thought Of the French, of that tr1-
imphal return which he had awaited
so long-MacMaho riding down the
avenue among flowers and trumpet
peals, his son at the marshals side,
and himself, the old man, on his bal
! cOny in full dress, as LutZen, salut-
ing the tattered flags and the pow
der stained eagles. Poor Father
Jouve! No doubt he imagined that
we wished to prevent his witnessing
that march past of our troops to pre-
vent his too great excitement. SO
he took care to speak Of it to no one;
but the next day at the moment
when the Prussian battalions were
quietly entering the long road which
leads from the MaillOt gate to the
Tuilleries the window up there open
ed gently and the colonel appeare-
on the balcony with his helmet, his
great sword all his glorious old uni
form of one of Milhaud's cuirassiers.
I still wonder what effort of the will,
what lingering spark of life had got
him up and equipped like that. At
any rate the fact is that he was there
standing behind the balustrade as
tonished to find the streets so empty,
so silent, the window blinds closed,
Paris as lugubrious as great laza-
retto, with flags everywhere, but such
queer ones, all white, with red cross
es, and no one to meet our soldiers.
''For a moment he could think that
he was mistaken.
But no. Down there, behind the
Are de Triomphe, there was a con
fused stir, black line advancing to-
wards the dawning day.
Then, little by little, the points Of
the helmets cleaned, the little drums
of Jena began to beat, and under the
! Arc de Triomphe, in time with the
heavy tread of the regiments, the
cIank Of sabers, burst out Schubert's
| 'Triumphal March,
| ''Then in the dreary silence of the
circle was heard cry, a terrible
cry: ITO arms; To arms! The Prus-
sians,' and the four Uhlans of the al
vance guard were unable to see up
there on the balcony a tall old man