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TEE WEE:
A Story of the French Commune.
BY EVELYN JEKROLD.
CHAPTER XXVII.
BEHIND A BARRICADE.
“Behind the barricades every man is a mar
shal ! No more soldiers! No more generals!
Every citizen for himself! Every street a fort
ress ! Resist while a foothold is left free ; then
die in the blaze of a burning city !’’
So cried a hag in red liberty cap, standing,
with arms akimbo, at the entrance of the
Chaussee d'Antin; an 1 such was the insane
aspiration.
And they were working strenuously to realize
the project. The Versaillais had been pouring
into the city at almost every gate during thepast
night.
“But it should be easier to get in than to get
out,” said the blouses, piling high the stones
across the entrance of the street, imprisoning
chance passengers, overthrowing cabs and om
nibuses, building up the barricade with every
material they could lay their hands upon, and
helped in their labor by legions of hardy, sun
browned women from the workshops, markets,
and the chiffonnier’s quarter.
This fortification was more than twelve feet |
high, when a stall' officer galloped up behind it
from a side street. He descended rapidly, and
went straight towards a small, spare individual,
dressed in a rough shooting jacket, whereof the
pockets bulged ominously in the form of a
formidable revolver and cartridges. lie was
coolly smoking in the doorway of a marchaud de
vin a few yards from the rising barricade.
“I give it up,” said the officer.
The speaker,Eugene Lagarde, eyed him fierce
ly tor a moment.
“Give it up, Clioquard?” he cried.
“Ay ; but you don’t suspect me of turning
tail, man? I give up the Hotel de Ville ; all
those talkers, wrangling commissaries, delegates,
committeemen, and the rest. They’re at their
wits ends.”
“They hadn’t far to go,” _said Eugene grimly.
“Nothing to be done with them. ’
“And so you ”
“I am come, now, to hold that barricade until
the gutters run red—to kill and get killed. Ho
you see, man ?”
“Yes, 1 see,” said Paul, seriously. “Thanks,
dear boy. You are right. Kill and get killed
-—there’s our programme.
“And Vive la mart !” cried Choquard, laugh
ing. Znbnnski’s here, eh?”
“Yes. Zabrinski!” called out Eugene.
“Present, citizen !” answered the Pole, peep
ing over the edge of the barricade into the in
trenched position,
He came down in a few moments, covered wi h
dust, muddy, torn, dishevelled.
“I’m rather proud of that piece of architec
ture, Choquard. Decidedly Byzantine, isn’t it?”
“Particularly the omnibus,” remarked Cho
quard.
“I wish I could lend a band,” said Eugene,
anxiously. “ Sucre blue! lam weak as a girl. 1
shall never get over that last bayonet thrust.”
“But you can use your rifle, eh?” said Cho
quard.
J£“Ay ; about five shots a minute is what I
make of it.”
“Now for our arrangements,” said Choqnard,
leaving bis two friends.
He collected tiie men, and explained the hope
less situation in a few words. They w ere all
armed, hot, and reckless. A long, hoarse shout
of mad determination answered his brief allocu
tion.
Then the sentinels were posted. Mitrailleuse
dragged up to the fortification by a crowd of
red-capped women, was trained to sweep the
boulevards in front of the barricade ; scouts
were sent forward, and marksmen stationed on
the roofs of the neighboring houses. Ammuni
tion was distributed ; but a proposition to send
for an ambulance wagon to the neighboring
barracks of La Pepiniere was abruptly neg tived
by Choquard.
“No wounded I” be cried. “Once fallen, our
meu must die ! The wagon would hamper our
movements.”
These precautions taken, the staff-officer re
joined his triends.
“All we want now is an observatory,” he re
marked. It is pos.-ibie to see a mile round us
from the roof of one of these houses ?”
“Tliete is just the thing,” said Eugene, point
ing to the shop of the marchaud de vin.
They entered the wine-shop, and mounted to
the roof. A small belvedere had been erected
on the slate -an edifice of glars and iron, proba
bly intended for a photographer’s studio. Here
the friends installed themselves where they could
sweep nearly all the adjoining streets with their
spy-glasses, and improvised orderlies from below
kept them constantly informed as to what was
going on in the street behind the barricade.
Breakfast was brought up to the Communists,
and they discussed it calmly, gaily talking of
popular -aices, of questions in political economy,
iu a light, skin-deep, Parisian fashion. Tired
out with the night’s anxieties, the morning’*)
labors, Choquard and the Pole soon fell asleep.
They vere awakened violently, in two or tbcec
hours, by Eugene shaking them by the should
ers, and forcing spy-glasses into their hands.
“Look! Awake! On foot, my boys!”
Choquard scanned the prospect.
“Cavalry !—trotting up the Rue de la Puix !
They halt i Infantry—creeping along the bou
levards ! It’s coming—it’s coming! Shake
hands, and let us go !”
One firm grasp, and, in a moment, the three
were in the street.
A nm.; was behind every loophole. Lying
flat in rows on top of the barricade, a hundred
men held their rifles ready.
In a few minutes shots were heard, and scouts
came running in at the gaps left on each flank
ot the barricade.
“They come —they come ! —the Chasseurs
d’Afrique !”
In a moment, a roar of musketry shook the
adjoining houses ; a sheet of flame lit up the
street. The barricade had fired ths first volley.
The red-trousered linesmen advanced at a run,
with bayonets leveled. The handle of the mi
trailleuse whirled round, sending showers of
bullets into the Versaiilais column, and it fell
back.
“This can’t, last long,” said Eugene, coming
down from the belvedere. They have artillery
behind ! They would use it directly, only, 1 sup
pose, they are afraid ot damaging the houses.”
A charge was now made, and repulsed, every
minute. Bayonets had been crossed already ;
and behind the barricade the bodies began to
be piled in heaps of twelve.
The opposing infantry opened in the centre.
An open road was thus formed.
The ground shook, and cavaliy turned round
the corner of the boulevard.and advanced likea
whirlwind.
“This is the prologue of the artillery,” said
Choquard, who had just returned from an ex
cursion into a cross street.
The cavalry halted, despite the volleys with
which it was assailed. An officer advanced to
the front, saying, “In the name of the Republic,
I call upon you to surrender and lay down your
ai ms!”
A dersive shriek greeted the word “Repub
lic.”
Zabi inski sprang forward, climbed the barri
cade, and stood erect upon its crest.
Be threw his hand aloft, and the folds of the
red flag fluttered out.
“ Vive la Commune!” rang out his clear, and
sinorla voice.
Vive la Commune!" echoed four hundred
throats.
Then,as the artillery opened fire, overturning
stones ar.d men in one dusty, grimly, blood
stained mass, Choquard cried lustily, “The red
trousers are at the gaps 1”
It was true The linesmen had crept under
the cover of the artillery, and were pouring in
upon the rebels at each extremity of the barri
cade.
For ten minutes, a wild, frantic battle raged,
hand to hand, without quarter, while paving
stones and men toppled, in inextricable confus
ion, into the swaying crowd.
Choquard and Eugene had fallen back with
about a hundred men to the further end ot the
street.
“They are holding out well there,” he said
breathlessly. “We shall have time to throw up
another barricade here.”
And he proceeded forthwith to heap .ip stones,
furniture, the very flooring and rafters of the
neighboring houses.
Tongues of fire shot up into the sky from the
Rue St. Lazare.
“What’s that?” ciied Eugene, with sudden
terror.
“That? Ha!” cried Choquard, exuLantly.
“They can’t take us in the rear now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mean ! The street is fired from end to end. I
was arranging that just now when I left you ”
“Arranging what?” exclaimed Eugene, with
a dazed expression of horror on his face.
“Why, the fire, man ; are you mad? There’s
petroleum in every cellerof the Rue St. Lazare!”
“The Rue St. Lazare!” cried Eugene, with an
oath. “Fool—devil ! —my sister is there :”
lie leaped away from the embryo barricade,
darted down a side street, turned where be saw
the Versaillais, doubled, and threaded bis way
through a labyrinth of gullies, with the cunning
and promptitude of madness. At last be is in
the line St. Lazare.
The street is in flames.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
FLYING FROM WRATH.
“Lefevre,” said the captain of the squadron
of Chasseurs d’Afriqtie, stationed at the entry
of the Chassee d’Antin, —“Lefevre, there is
smoke, flames ahead. What street is that burn
ing?”
The lieutenant raised himself on his stirrups,
and consulted a mental map of the locality.
“Why, Carapon, that must be the Rue St.
Lazare.”
“Oh, Heaven! Lefevre, are you sure?”
“Yes; the Rue St. Lazare.”
“Perhaps I am wrong,” muttered Francisque,
feverishly.
And he drew a letter from his breast. He
had received it a day ago, and for twenty-four
hours his heart had beat rapturously. His
blood felt warmer within his veins, and there
had been a rosy haze before his eyes that made
this world seem one Eden garden awaiting an
Eve. For Reine had written the words—told
him all—how the man he had seen her with was
her brother—what reasons she had to conceal
Eugene’s identity—and how those reasons ceased
to exist,nowthe Comte was dead,and her brother
leagued with the revolutionists—to fail if they
failed-- succeed if they were triumphant.
Tiie soldier read tlic tender words more hur
riedly than he hid yet done, and turned quick’y
to the address.
“Rue St. Lazare !” he groaned.
Then, in a moment, “Here, Lefevre, you must
replace me. I must leave the troop for ten min
utes —my reason—my life depends upon it.”
“But, moil capitainc ”
“Not a word. I must, I tell you !”
And plunging both spurs deep into his horse’s
flanks, be dashed through the debris of the bar
ricade, down the street, towards the Rue St.
Lazare.
Choquard’s men firedathimas he neared them.
He bent low over the s.iddle-bow, and continued
his furious ride.
But the second barricade had by this time
attained formidable lie saw that
he could neither leap nor da b through it.
He wheeled round, desperate, and saw ttie
side street which Eugene had taken a few min
utes agy. Unwittingly he followed in the Com
munist’s traces. He was fired on by Versaillais
piquets, revolutionary prowlers. He heeded
nothing, save that he was getting nearer to the
burning street, nearer to Reine 1
At last the horse plunged mad y, and bore
him into the blaze. The roadway was lit by the
flames of the burning houses, was crowed with
wailing women, and children, and old men, re
placing the younger, who were away dealing
and receiving death behind the barricades; en
deavoring to save some few poor pieces of furni
ture trom the ltd ruin.
“Number fifteen?” shouted Francisque,
hoarsely, in a weeping woman’s ear.
“There mons.eur, nearly before you !’’
In flames from ruof-tree to basement!
“Tell me—who is in it?” lie cried.
“Oh, I don’t know, monsieur le officer. One
has enough to do to try lor oneself in these
times. in it?—women, mostly, of course,
There’s that dear demoiselle of M. Marcus.
Ah! mon Dicu! Ah! mon Dieu!"
“No ; I think M. Mareas fetched her,” put in
an old crone, in whom love of gossip was strong
er than personal grief and consternation.
“No; you mistake,” put in an old man. “A
young feilew with a chassepot was here ten
minutes ago ; he must have taken her.”
Francisque heard them not. He had dis
mounted, and unrolled the voluminous cavalry
cloak strapped to the saddle-bow.
“What is the versaillais doing?” said a gamin ,
curiously.
He wrapped the cloak about his head and
arm, and set his shoulder furiously' against the
door outlie burning house.
“The man is mad !” shrieked the women.
The door had yieled, when a clatier of hoofs
was heard, and Lieutenant Lefevre, with two
troopers, debouched iuto the street at full can
ter.
The subaltern threw himself from his horse’s
back, sprang upon Francisque.
“A despatch from General Vinoy 1 We are to
cross the Seine! Come Carayon—cornel Is
your brain turned ?”
“There’s despair in my heart?” cried Fran
eisque. “Oil, my little Reine—to lose her now!
Let me go—let me go, I sry 1”
Lefevre would save him in spite of himself.
The trooper came forward and the three forced
Francisque away from the door, lifted him into
his saddle, and led the horse away at a gallop.
All through that evil night ol fire, and blood,
and ruin, a deep tumbril, hooded like a dead
cart, passed fro a insurgent barricade to Ver
saillais line —stopped continually’ by r pickets of
both parties, but making slow way towards one
of the suburbs—the barrier of Mont Parnasse.
It stopped now and then, whenever a Ver
saillais detachment was in sight, and a man and
a woman got down and busied themselves, by
the light of lanterns, lifting the dead bodies of
soldiers and workmen into the cart.
They had just performed this lugubrious duty,
and were driving slowly up one ot the steep
streets of the Quartier Latin, when the man
said, “The worst is over, my poor child. The
Varsaillais are fewer in this quarter. We are
getting beyond the circle of battle.”
“And you, who wanted to die with them, my
good M. Marcus —you saved yours If to save
me !”
“There—there, child ! don’t speak of that. I
am a selfish old Jew. It tortures me to think
they will call me a coward—and Delesc.uze,
Milliere, Raoul Rigault, showed me how to die !
But my first duty was to you, Reine 1 You lived
under a Communist’s roof— 'petroleuse] —l could
not leave you.”
“No, n ; you could not leave!me,”’said Reine.
She knew that no other argument would pre
vail against the old man’s fanaticism.
He had sought her ere the fire had reached
her house. He saw the end approaching—saw
her the prey of a brutal, drunken, triumphant
soldiery, and felt that if he did not put aside
his own ambition, bis own desperate instincts,
to save her, she, who had been as the adopted
daughter of the Communists, Marcus, was
doomed. So, adopting himself the red cross of
Geneva, and giving her the long black gowffi of
a sister ot mercy, lie had begun their ghastly
pilgrimage through the distracted city.
They’ were skirting the railings of the Luxem
bourg.
“Softly,” said Reine. “A patrol! Dragoons
—I see their white cloaks !”
The patrol was riding towards them.
Marcus halted.
“There has been fighting here,” he whispered
‘Get down ; we must play our parts once more.”
They descended as the patrol approached, and
began their terrible search.
“Good night, ma socer ,” said a dragoon.
“Good night,” said Reine.
“Not many here,’’ said the soldier, lightly.
“We shot most within the railings y’onder.”
“'lan we go in ?” inquired Marcus.
“Certainly.”
The soldiers looked on indifferently while
searcli was made among the heaps of slain—
heaps made by the mitrailleuse, as the more ex
peditious instrument of execution.
■„ / Here, here !’’ groaned a voice.
“Hush!” said Marcus. Then to Reine, “Make
no sign, it is one of our men.”
They r dragged a mangled form from under a
mound of corpses.
“Take care ; I think both shoulders are dislo
cated,” said the man, in execrable French.
Reine held the lantern to his face.
“Mervale!” she whispered.
“Silence, if you would save him !” said Mar
cus.
And then whispering in the Englishman’s ear,
he added, “Don’t speak, don’t move, for vour
life I”
They carried him, dead to all appearances, to
the tumbril, and laid him on the lifeless mass
already collected.
“Full inside!” laughed the dragoon.
They drove hastily away. They had passed
the Luxemburg, and were near the barriers,
when astrong detachment of gendarmes, escort
ing prisoners, overlook them.
“Pass on 1” said the officer in command, see
ing the sister of mercy's hood
A carriage drove up at this moment. A fair,
beautiful face ooked out of the w indow, looked
at the soldiers, the prisoners, the tumbril. The
sweet, deep brown eyes dw’elt long and steadily
on Reine and her companion, then acruel glitter
came to them, and the lady bent forward and
said, “Commandant, arrest those two persons !
I recognize them—a petroleuse and her lover
Marcus, member of the commune 1”
In a moment they were surroundedand seized;
and the tumbril was driven away with Mervale
lying wounded among the dead.
“En route for Versailles, la petroleuse ,” said
the officer brutally.
And as they were hurried on, tied together
by the wrists, Made me la Comtese smiled
sweetly from the carriage window.
“Au rcroir ! For we’ll come to see tbe pelro
leusi tried—Francisque and I.”
CHAPTER XXIX.
A COURT MARTIAL AND EXECUTION.
The gaolers wake early at the Orangerie at
Versailles. They look out into the gray, misty
morning, rub their hands violently, and observe
that t ie weather is refreshing—autumn is ap
proaching.
“At any rate, we will live to see it,” remarked
a liveiy sergeant, jocosely.
“Ay, that’s something in these times.”
“How is he?” inquired the first speaker, lay
irg significant stress on the personal pronoun.
“Game as ever. A pleasant, well spoken chap
he is.”
“Saw his sister, yesterday, didn’t Le !’ !
“The petroleuse ? Yes. That was the only
time I have seen him pulled down a bit.”
“I say, Jacques Y’ou were present, weren’t
you? What did they talk about?”
“Oh, the girl whimpered, of course. Though
she didn't know it was for to-day.”
“Well, he seemed to be talking about old
times, explaining things to her. I gathered that
some old docuinen's had disappeared from some
chateau or other, and he had been suspected of
having made way with them. He cleared him
self said the thief was Choquard—you know,
the fellow who made that desperate resistance
in the Chaussee d’Antin, and was shot in the
melee.
Jacques, the gaoler was right. At the inter
view between the brother and sister, the former
had explained IPs share in the disappearance of
the ( hayolles family paprs. Choquard had
known, it seemed, something of tbe Comte’s
former li r e, bad known Clement, and vaguely
suspected that a secret existed, which, if
rightly used, might yield power and wealth.
The papers were abstracted without Eugene's
knowledge. It was only on arriving at Paris
that he had been made acquainted with their
existence and their tenor. They were entrusted
to his keeping occasionally. Neither of tbe
friends would use the secrect to benefit De Bois
robert, whom they suspected and disliked from
the first. No opportunity occurred for exacting
money from the Comte; and moreover, Eugene,
at least, shrunk from such a scheme. So the
secret laid dormant, until unforseen events
should render it valuable
Eugene’s final information was to tbe effect
that his sist f r was rightly the Comte de Cba
yolles’ heiress. He doubted tbe authenticity of
tbe published will, and advised a speedy con
testation of its legality. But as a prisoner,
Reine could do nothing.
[7b be Continued.']
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R M Cushman 48 Broad St, N Y City
G II Pen field Hartford, Ct
A, Wells.. v 67 University Place, N Y City
S N Simpson 133 E 93d St, N Y City
C A Stevens Appraiser, 0 11, N Y City
Hon I\ L Grant Covington. Ky
J S G Burt Cincinnati, O
E A Boyd 79 Murray St, N Y City
Geo W Quintan! 177 West St, N Y City
Gto W. McLean, Pres t X. Y. Stock Exchange
Gabriel Netter, Banker, 52 Exchange Place.
| N. I’. Cilv
; Albert L. Cntlin Burlington, Vt
j Wm. F. Drake, Drake Bros., 8anker5........N. 11
John F. Anderson St. Louis and New York
| Warren Murdock New York
Hon. John C Robinson, Bingtampton and
tnust t: sis u p ns axa e as.
L. W Winchester, Treas. National Exprtss
Company N. Y. Cilv.
Geo. A McDonald, 23 E. 31. st St N. Y. City.
Note.—§s will purchase a Fraction partici
pating in.
MARC! 10 and ALLOTMENT.
If it draws less than .$5, Company will tko
it back as $5 in the purchase of a whole bond
of the Industrial Exhibition Cos. of New York
February 9, 1866.
American and Foreign Patents.
GILMORE & CO., Successors to L II! PM AN.
IIOSMER & CO., Solicitors. Patents procured
in nil countries No Fees in Advance. No
charge unless the patent is grunted. No fees for
making preliminaiy examinations. No addi
tional fees for obtaining and conducting a re
hearing. By a recent decision of the Commie,
sioner all rejected applications may be relived.
Special attention given to luttrferei ce Cases
before the Patent Office. Extensions before Con
gress, Infringement Suits in different State*,
and ail litigation appertaining to Inventions o*
i Patents. Send stamp to Gilmore &C. for pam
phlet of six'y jmges.
Land Cases, land Warrants, and
Scrip.
Contested Land Cases prosecuted before the
U. S. General Land Office and Department ot
the Interior. Private Land Claims, .Mining and
Pre-emtion Claims, and Homestead Cases at
tended to. Land. Scrip in 40, 80 and ICO acre
pieces for sale. This Scrip is assignable, and
car he located in the name of the purchaser
upon any Government land subject to private
entry, at $1.25 per acre. It is A equal value
with Bounty Land Warrants. Send stamp to
Gilmore & Cos. far pamphlet of Instruction.
ARB EA It Of I* AT AY 55 BtOIVIY.
Officers, ! oidiers and Sailors of the late war,
or their heirs, arc in many cases entitled to
money from the Government of which they 1 ave
no knowledge. Write full history of sen ice,
and slate amount of p iy and bounty received.
Enclose stamj) to Gilmore & Cos . and a full re
ply, after examination, will be give you lice.
pensions.
All Officers, Soldiers, and Sailors wounded,
ruptured, or injured in the late war. however
slightly, can obtain a pension by addressing
Gilmore & Cos.
Cases prosecuted by Gilmore & Cos. before lbs
Supreme Court of the United States, 1 lie Court
of Claims, and the Southern Claims Commis
sion.
Each department of our business is conduct
ed in a separate bureau, under charge of the
same experienced parties employed by the old
firm. Promot attention to all business entrust
ed to Gilmore & Cos. is thus secured. We de
sire to win success hr deserving it.
GILMORE ct CO.,
629 F Street Washington, D. C.
* Jan 25, 186.
WAiUTPn sr ‘ ,i ’iiT" cl
J ilif illil. BUSINESS THAT WILL PAY
from $4 to $8 per day, can be pursued in your
own neighborhood, and is strictly honorable.
Particulars free, or samples worth several dollars
that will enable yon to go to work at iH'e, v 111
be sent on receipt of fifty cents. Address
J LATHAM k CO,
Feb.23.’75. 419 Washington St., Boston Mas*.
to consijmptlveS “
The advertiser, having been permanently
cured of that d.iead disease, Consumption, I r a
simple remedy, is anxious to make known to hls
fellow sufferers the means of cure. To all who
desire it, he will send a copy of the prescription
used (free of charge), with the directions for
preparing and using the same, which they will
find a sums curb for Consumption, Asthma,
Bronchitis, Ac.
Parties wishing the prescription, please addrsis
Rev. K. A. WILSON,
194 Penn Street, Williamsburgh, Now York.
Buckeye Poultry Yard
Offers for sale Egos for Hatching from LIGHT
and DARK BRAIIAMS, BUFF and PARTRIDGE
COCHINS, BROWN and WHITE LEGHORNS,
SILVER GRAY DORKINGS, and HOUDANS,
at $1.50 PER EOZEN.
Give us a trial. Send stamp for circular.
Add i-ess ISA A C 1. 1 \\J)E.
march 1,’70.-2m Marlboro, Stark 00., 0.
Humana, and Piano. The latter never requiring Tuning,
and giving the Organ the Brilliancy a ml Prompt
ness of the Piano.