Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-08-30

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THE MAN ON THE STEP.
had been SO harried and wrought upon
| by the defeat of the morning that
| sinister desire for revenge on some
one was added to the tickle yet malev-
olent passions so easily awakened in
the Gallo mob They wanted scape-
goat, and here was one to hand.
'''Mademoiselle," cried the unhappy
Frenchman, drawing himself up and
turning to the girl, who stood spell
bound before the appalling display of
the fury and passion of the people, 81
swear to you upon my honor that
am innocent! vive la nouvelle
France! Say that you believe me be-
fore am taken! On my soul believe
this rabble intends to kill mel"
Anne de Rohan hesitated. Honesty
rang in the young mans voice, honor
looked out of his eyes-and love too
yet things looked suspicious.
well, will you come with us peace
ably, Or" interrupted the sergeant,
with grim and menacing gesture.
zone moment, my friend" cried the
young man lightly, having recovered
his GOODNESS and having discovered the
folly of expostulation.
He looked appealingly at the young
woman.
~ believe you," said Anne de Ro-
han, suddenly extending her hand to
him. "Messeiurs," she cried, turning
to the crowd, Monsieur de Wire gives
me his word of honor that"
ooh, bah!" exclaimed the sergeant,
"the honor of traitor to the woman
he lowest"
"Let US kill him where he stands!"
shouted one.
ITO the lantern with hint" roared
another.
mo, my brave friends" said the
sergeant coolly, order If you please.
He goes to the governor. Come, mon
sieur. Fall back, gentlemen, and give
way A moi, mes camarades."
'tMademoiselle, said de Wire hur-
riedly, as the soldiers surrounded him
and prepared to force way through
the crowd, II can now face anything
with light heart. You believe In me-
Take care Of that gentleman yonder,
he is friend of mine"
AS he spoke, the soldiers seized him
by the arm and hustled him down the
street toward the Chateau st. Louis,
the residence Of the governor, where
de Ramesay sat in hurried consulta-
ton with the officers over the defense
Of the stricken town. The crowd,
after a few curious glances, followed
the soldiers and left the PROSTATE En-
glishman alone on the doorstep.
The young woman turned again to
the man on the step. He was wounded,
perhaps dying. The bullet which
struck him in the back had passed
completely through his shoulder, and
his shirt was stained with blood.
There was deep cut through the
sleeve of his coat also, and his arm
lay in little pool of the same deadly
fluid. His face was covered with blood
from slight wound on his forehead,
and earth-stained as we'll from the
muddy unpaved street where he had
fallen. He was a hideous spectacle.
Yet, though a foeman, he was wounded
and helpless.
She knelt beside him, and seeing
at a glance that the wound in his face
was superficial, with not unskillful
fingers she rapidly opened his waist
coat and tore open his shirt. Yes,
there was the dangerous wound. Blood
was still oozing from 1t. She had as
sisted the good sisters in nursing the
sick and wounded during the siege,
and the gruesone sight was not unfa-
miliar to her. The wound must be at
tended to at once. Raising her voice.
she called through the little hallway:
"Josette! Jean-Renaud, hither!"
Immediately buxom young woman
made her appearance at the door In
obedience to her mistress call,
Water. quick, Josette, and get jean
Remand! Here is a gentleman wound
ed, friend of Monsieur de Wire"
jean Renaud Is not in the house.,
mademoiselle. He went to the st.
Louis Gate to-"
81 am here" exclaimed deep, rough
voice, as burly old man wearing the
livery of the de Rohans came around
the corner. I'VE have lost the battle
Monsieur de Montcalm is mortally
wounded, as is Monsieur de Senezer-
CUES, and Monsieur de St. Ours is
killed"
Peace, Jean-Renaud. will hear
! your news in a moment Meanwhile