The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1871-06-08

mounted with heavy siege gHns. The fire
still continues to burn in the Ministere des
Finances some two hundred fireren have
gone to the spot. Archives strew the Rue de
Rivoli, blown hither and thithsr by the shock
of artillery. The desperate portion of the
National Guards increases in insolence.
saw at the corner near the Cafe Voisin supe-
rior officer offer to escort shopman some
little distance in search Of provisions. The
party consisted of several guards and 0ioGn-
dSere. The latter took imaginary offense, and
charged the shopman with insulting her, upon
which he was ordered to be shot He trem.
bled violently, and the Ci0dndiere, being sp-
peased, turned round and gave him her pro-
lection. The guard who had ordered the
arrest stood on his dignity and insisted on
his instant execution. Tidings now arrived
that the barricade at the end of the street
was attacked. This drew off the attention of
the guard, and the delinquent escaped
TEARING DOWN THE RED FLAG-A DARING FEAT.
Paris MAY 24) Correspondence of the London Times.
A terrible fusilade was meanwhile raging
in the streets adj joining the Opera-house, and
we watched with intense anxiety the move
ments of the red-legged people on the roof
of that building. man crawled cautiously
up the balustrade, half enveloped in a huge
tricolor, which he succeeded in planting on
the angle of the building. sort of sub
dued clapping of hands might have been
heard from sundry neighboring windows; but
the whole work was not vet complete-the
red flag had to be got down from the Tyre of
Apollo on the front, by no means easy task
considering that the figure is upwards of 80
feet high, and within direct range of the
Federal troops below. Several men endea-
vored to shoot it down with chassepot bull
let's, but this attempt although reiterated,
proving failure, one young fellow, more
daring than the rest, actually climbed from
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it down with his two hands, while bullets
whistled around him, striking every now and
then the frieze or coping of the pedestal.
He accomplished his task in safety, and dis
appeared with his trophy.
CHASING THE CoMMUNIsTs-A DAsTARDLY MUIR
DER.
Paris MAY 23) Correspondence Of the London Nsw8.
The Versaillist troops collected about the
foot of the Rue st. Honore were enjoying
the fine game of Communist hunting. The
Parisians of civil life are catiffs to the last
drop of their thin, sour, white blood. But
yesterday they had cried "Vlve la Com
mune !" and submitted to be governed by this
said Commune. To-day they rubbed their
hands with livid currish joy to have it in
their power to denounce Communist and
reveal his hiding-place. Very eager at this
werk are the dear creatures of women. They
know the ratholes into which the poor devils
have got, and they guide to them with fiend-
ish glee which is phase of the many sided
sex. VOLTA! the braves of France returned
to a triumph, after a shameful captivity
They have found him, the miserable Yes;
they drag him out from one of the purlieus
which Haussmann had not time to sweep
away, and guard of six of them hem him
round as they march him into the Rue st.
Honore. tall, pale, hatless man, with
something not iguoble in his carriage. His
in, 10 fray h1t hrox, ;o Erp
and the eye of him has some pride aud
defiance in it. They yell-the crowd
''Shoot him; shoot him !"-tbe demon-women
most clamorous, of course An arm goes into
the air; there are on it the stripes of a nom
commissioned officer, and there is a stick in
the fist. The stick falls on the head of the
pale man in black. Ha the infection has
caught; men club their rifles, and bring them
down on that head, or clash them into
splinters in their lust for murder He is
down; he is up again. he is down again; the
| thuds of the gun-stocks on him sounding Just
as the sound when a man beats a cushion
with stick.
A certain British impulse, stronger than
consideration for self, prompts me to run
forward. But it is useless. They are firing
| into the faccid carcase now, thronging about
it like blowfiies on piece of meat. His
brains squirt on my boot and plash into the
gutter, whittier the carrion is bodily chucked,
presently to be trodden on and rolled by the
feet of multitudes and wheels of gun-car-
riages. Womanhood, then, is not quite dead
in that band of Bedlamites who had clamored
'Shoot him." Here is one in Mysteries;
another, with wan, scared face, draws
out of the press an embryo BedIamite, her
offspring, and, let us hope, goes home.
But surely all manhood is dead
n the soldiery of France to
do deed like this. An officer-one with a
bull throat and the eyes of Algiers-stood by
and looked on at the sport, sucking a cigar
meanwhile,
SAD SCENES AT vERsAnLEs-THE CAPTURED
FEMALE INSURGENTS.
Versailles MAY 2S) Cor. Of the London Times.
1t is a narrowing sight to behold these con-
voys of prisoners which arrive here every day
in increasing numbers. We had of late been
brought in here men with travelling bags, evil
dently refugees from the accursed city, fee
ing from the rigors of the Commune. Many
were very well dressed, some gloved, and
even wearing decorations. They were
brought in with other prisoners, but after a
preliminary examination they were kept sepa-
rate, and, if their identity was sufficiently
established, they we're set at liberty We had
yesterday about 100 women brought in who
had been captured at barricades or fighting
with the Communist battslions. saw about
forty of these passing along the Avenue de
Paris who were being conveyed to the
House of Correction; some were packed to-
gether in an artillery wagon, others were on
foot, walking between two lines of gendarmes.
1t was a very sad sight. Some of them were
old women, but most of them were under
thirty, and two or three could not have been
eiphleen wears old. Some savan or eioht