The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-09-23

/ held my psnier against my stomach, for
there It was that l felt the sinking feeling,
as usual.
His lance struck the panier and glanced
the haft of the anoe and pulled. The
Prussian he lost his balance and fell from
his horse all In a heap. / wal on him in an
instant, and with my hand on his throat I
struggled with him.
b Prussian was a big man and q
strong man. He tried to force my hand
away from his throat. But with my left
hand l reached around to my belt and drew
my bayonet. / thrust the point through
his throat and he died there
tell every Saturday night after the demi-
tasse, and he used to illustrate II with the
carafe, a bread stick and the paprika
shaker. Here was the Pruseian, where
thisp aprika pot is. Here wasI, this carafe,
Let the bread stick be the lance. Poufl
the Uhlan strikes my panier with the lance
and | have him from his horse here whore
the wine stain is"
For five years past the Quatre Craqueur
have gathered at Andres. They went
and when his ~birillabsise was nothing
above, the ordinary. M. Mincur neve
missed a night. Always 1t was M. Mincur
who started the song at the end Of the
dinner, when the others had left the place
and Andre was putting the paper over
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who paid the pretty compliment to Andres
Whenever the same compliment-when
Les Quatre were leaving.
M. Mincur carried himself with a mill
eery bearing. said the other members OF
the Craqueurs last night when they were
talking about his death. He had the
straight back and the great chest, and he
waxed his mustache to two fine points.
1t was his pride hat his health had always
been the health of the solder, said they,
TWn nnnDfha ann NJ MinraaH wON k8. k..A
wet in the storm while he was going home
from Andres one Saturday night. The
next day he had a cough. When the four
cronies met on the following Saturday
night M. Mincur's voice was cracked and
his breath whistled as he told The story
Of the Prussian. But that was nothing,
he assured the three; he would be all right
soon.
One month ago M. Mincur came to the
meeting OF Les Quatre, muffied up with a
warm, He had hardly any voice left.
He told the story OF the Prussian in a
whisper.
That night, too. he said that he believed
that he had the asthma. IL was too bad
that an old soldier should have the asthma,
II was the disease Of children and the puny
NJ. Mincur was sorry that his wheeling
should bother the other three. But, OF
course, the disease would soon leave him.
IF one cannot shake disease when one.
is DID, NJ. Mincur had said, then it is
better to give up the life suddenly
just a week ago last night. 30 the three
remaining Craqueurs say, M. Mincur came
to Andres. He looked bad, though he
had a flower in his ~buttonhole. But he
ate and drank OF Andres thin wine. And
he told again the story OF the Prussian
after the demi-tasse. Then il was that he
said on parting, at is not fitting that a
soldier Of France should show weakness"
So M. Mincur shot himself below the heart
yesterday afternoon in his lodgings on
Seventh avenue.
mo" said NJ. Emilion TO the reporter
who inquired about the antecedents OF
NJ. Mincur, -he was not a franc tireur, he
never was in the army OF France. But
it gave him such pleasure to believe he
had been"