Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-04

wall"
The arms of the shot man hung straight down, and
his blood drpped from the nerveess fingers of his right
hand. He had been shot through the right lung, and
that side of his gray blouse fghtully soaked One
foot the mud coored boot of spahee reaching to
the knee; the other wonderfully clothed in the
bearslin of horse grenadier. Undoubtedly the man
freeshooter, franc-tireur who had assumed
such rainent the chance of war afforded.
His eyes wide open, and they glared as tigers
into the mmobile faces of his bearers They spen
did eyes, and Lepaul was struck by them
"May he into the refectory! he asked, turning
to where he had left the But she was gone
aTake him into the chapel" he ordered CURLY
He went first and pushed open the arched door, which
swung inward with protesting groan.
Nothing could be palmer than this chapel which had
stone floor and double of pillars, and wooden
benches for the of the chapter At end was the
altar; the other gilt figure of the Virgin in niche
in the wall. Below this figure one OF the sisters was
kneelng. 1t was her voice that the Commandment had
family heard in the reectory. The remains OF few
frescos fingered the walls, hdeous and incongruous
oblterated in patches by damp.
They laid the wounded man the cold flags. His
blood rickled the stones and disappeared IN
large crevice between two of them.
aMother of pity the iniquies of the scord plead for
thy combdsSi0n!"
fixed idea was that her pleading should not become
mechanical Theeerna prayer of her order-this death
less flame of prayerburned with unceasing steadness
The Commandant tore open the gray blouse. AS he
did packet of letters fell out The wounded man
made movement to seize them; but the Commandant
quietly appropriated them. He examined the small
hole with blue edge in the francreurs right breast
and called for instrument for mattress, tor some
linen to make lint His troopers shrugged their shout,
ders. Why should he for rat of franc-treur!
Lepaul himself could not have answered the question
aNnmbortei" muttered the Frenchman "You can't
do anything. But there is one-there- there
A horrible rattle ended his sentence for him. He
closed his wildly beautiful eyes.
A the end of sleepess period of three hours Prince
Otto Lepau sprang with angry petuance from the
low trucke bed against the wall of his BEDROOM upon
which he had flung himself without undressing. small
lamp with brass reservoir burned tiny oak table,
The badly trimmed wick was smoking abominably and
side of the glass was backened: With a muttered
of annoyance he opened the shutters before the
window and flung up the pane.
at is certainly my destiny" he said aloud staring
into the cold void. "These things do not happen by
chance. 1t not that which sent me to occupy this
place. And the leave it the better before do
something for which shall be sorry"
He silent for five minutes, and then added, Il
believed that she was dead; and So she IS. 1t is her
corpse have What horror! Only dead people
tenant sepuchers And this place is sepulcher. She
has died. The smiles have died from her eyes; the
brightness from her heart the life from her expression
Even her flesh seems dead, pale and boodless. And all
emotion all feeling, all Affection have persisted This
terrible tragedy"
moon its last quarter had risen, msshapen, relic
of ITSELF exhausted with it's long journey Telegraph
posts marked the highroad and the wind whined dis
consulate song to the wires.
General Bourbak has been smashed, then | shall
get my orders. We shall break up their army in
the east and be moving to Paris. All, if could but
be in the fighting should have chance to forget'
lie turned away, and then he noticed the packet he
had taken from the franCtreur which he had tossed
upon the table 1t had fallen off and was half concealed
BY the truckle bed He snatched it up wrenched away
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