The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1906-04-17
-Ah, Pierre. am glad to have fousd

glancing at the bench, he added, i
have been sent here to find you,
and
He stopped; for Jean, now awake
sat up and stared at him.
Good morning, young m sieur. ana
regret tbs so truly other than gooo
morning" said Murier nodding, ana
smiling grimly, as he looked down into
/ the white face and dark-circled eyes
Jean, making no reply, rose TO MS
feet, staggering as he did so.
Are you hurt, young m'sieur?" ID
quired the soldier anxiously. 'or
either of you injured in any way
/ And he turned to Pierre, who also
had risen, and stood nearest him.
"Hurt?" repeated the peasant lad
AYE, most sorely-in our hearts.
With this he drew the cover IRON
what lay upon the bench.
Poor dame!" muttered Murier, his
eyes resting upon the calm white face.
1.-THE devil himself was unclaimed last
night; and he spared neither the
strong nor the weak Poor dame-the
saints rest her kind soul"
Jean, appearing to disregard what
was happening about him, had been
staring duly through the open door;
and Murier, noticed that he shivered
touched him upon the arm to attract
his attention.
young m'sieur" and the soldier
now spoke more briskly-"you are to
come with me. My colonel has or
dered that you be brought to him.
Jean glanced at Murier; then his
eyes again sought the open door as he
said slowly, Pierre and | are going to
Pere Huot. We are going to take
Margot to his house."
AYE; that is where am ordered to
take YOU" was the sergeant's quick
reply. "And Pierre also is to come"
He was moving toward the doorway,
when the same woman who had guild
ed him to the house came forward
with a cup of coffee, which she offered
silently to Jean, while an expression
of deep commiseration showed in her
haggard face.
But the boy motioned her away as
he exclaimed, turning to Murier Il
will not go without Margot!"
Surely not, young msieur," the
soldier assented Some of my men
shall make a stretcher, and bring the
good dame after us.
He had, while speaking, drawn Jean
to the door and out of it, leaving
Pierre to follow with the soldiers who
were to construct a litter, and bear
Margots body to the convent OF st
Sulpice, which was now Pere Huot's'
home.
1t is not necessary to describe what
Jean and Murier saw as they picked
their way through the streets, some Of
them half-filled with debris, and all {.
them bearing witness to the horrors Ct
the night before.
Jean was silent with white face
and stony eyes that stared vacantly
ahead while the soldier held his arm
in a close grasp, and occasionally ut
tered few cheering words, to which
the boy seemed to pay no heed.
And so they went slowly along, I'm
til, in narrow street, which was com
paratively free from evidences of the
assault, the two paused before the
heavy, reconstructed door of a gloomy
looking stone building, whose ivy-hung
windows were not much wider than
the loop holes of fortress.
Murier lifted the ponderous brass
knocker to let it fall with peremp-
tory clang; and few moments after
ward the door was opened cautiously,
while through it's crack single eye,
under a shaggy brow, scrutinized him
with manifest suspicion
open up, Martin. tbs l. with the
young m'sieur for whom our colonel
sent me-" said Murier, pushing
through the doorway, and drawing
Jean after him.
and ceiled passage, along, which
Murier led the boy until they reached
the entrance to large apartment;
and here, without word, the soldier
left him.
AS Jean stood upon the threshold of
the dimly Lit room-as he stood lean
ing against the side of the doorway,
his eyes downcast. and the sound as
of roaring waters in his ears, he
heard, even through this, Pere Huot's
familiar voice saying, Thank our
Holy Mother, my son, that | see thee
safe and unframed, after this awful
night" Then tremulous hand was
laid tenderly upon his bowed head
A murmuring of other voices came
to him; and one of them stirred Jeans
benumbed senses strangely half-delir-
ious as he was from. all he had suffer
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