Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-18

only instance
of many that could be told. 1t is however, remark
able among them for the very audacity which 1t
reveals
Dolores MoriZon, ar1stOCrat of aTlstOcratS be-
fore the war; was one of the few French noble
women who remained in Paris during the siege,
devotng her money and her energies to the relief
of suffering when she found it. Established in her
little house in the Rue des Irlandas, she went out
daily to minister to the wounded in the churches
and the hospitals to carry luXuTies to the poor,
and to show, above all that example of rare courage
and self-saCrihce which among the few honest
lessons war has to teach. The people naturally
idolized this brave and charming girl; did they
hesitate to summon her to their houses whenever
trouble fell upon them.
Grown accustomed to this Ssterhood of charity,
it was no surprise to Dolores to be accosted late
one afternoon in January, 1870, she was leaving
the church of Ste. Genevieve, by a young girl,
apparently more than fifteen sixteen years of
age who implored her for the love of God to come
to house in the Rue de Seine, where young
soldier lay dying of his wounds.
Exceedingly pretty and frank and ingenious,
the girls distress earned sympathetic answer,
and Dolores accompanied the child down the
Boulevard ST. Michel, and, thence turned into the
famous Faubourg St.-Germain.
They had walked perhaps a hundred yards down
this fine thoroughfare when, stopping without
warning before the wicket-g gate of of the finest
houses the faubourg, the girl knocked twice
H.
1T is here, mademoiselle," she said eagerly.
my brother is here. Our father the concierge,
you know. How good it is of you to take pity upon
us! Oh mademoiselle, please be quick, for he is
dying!"
1t had been ceverly done, quick and well
planned that Dolores found herself within the court
yard of the great house before the smallest
picion troubled her. If she remembered that the
child had spoken of the Rue de Seine, second
thought reminded her that this mansion stood al
most at the corner of that thoroughfare, and such
a manner of speaking would be natural enough
Then the story that the wounded man the
son of the concierge entirely deceived her. The
house itself she remembered had belonged to the
Italian faneur Count Bracheli, who had fed from
the city, as so many Others before the siege began
But chiefly, perhaps, the young girls distressing
anxiety to return to her brothers side and the
gratitude she expressed so frequently treasured
Dolores
Convinced that she had come upon a real mission
of charity she passed through the outer courtyard
and entered the hall of the mansion. A moment
later the bronze doors changed behind her. and she
understood that she had fallen into trap, and
that her liberty certainly her life perhaps might
be the price of her confidence.
How, then this discovery made? The
answer to that question is found in of those
accidents into which the most cunning of men
betrayed when custom has schooled them to deride
the peril of their calling.
1t had been dusk when Dolores left the church of
Ste. Genevieve Here, in the hall of Count Bra
ches house-that superb hall to which so many