Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1875-01-14
"OUR PEOPLE SENT Me-

An Episode from the History of the
Days OF June, SIS, at Paris.
Translated from the Russian of Ivan Turgerif for
Peterson's Journal
It came the fourth of the celebrated
days of June, 1S48, which are inscribed
In blood lines on the tables of French
history.
lived then In a house, long since
destroyed, on the corner of Rue de
La PAX and Boulevard des Italiens
From the beginning of June the air
seemed to smell of powder, everybody
felt the conflict inevitable and after
the interview between the delegates OF
the closed workshops with Marie, a
member of the provisional government,
who, In an address to them, had thought
lessly pronounced the word slave
(esclaves), construed by them as re-
proach or ofense-at once the question
at issue was, not how many days, but
how many hours remained before the
inevitable impending conflict? "Est
ce pour auiourdhui ?" (Will it be to-
day p was the sentence with which the
people greeted one another each morn
ing.
II commence !" ct has began ,
my laundress told, Friday morning, the
23d of June.
According to her words, a great barri-
cade was erected across the boulevard.
not far from the gates of st. Denis. /
went there Immediately.
At first nothing particular could be
noticed. The same crowds of people
In front of the open cafes and stores.
the same endless procession of carriages
and omnibuses-the faces seemed some.
what more animated, the conversation
louder and. strange to say merriel
this was all. But the further
proceeded. the more changed the
physiognomy of the boulevard. Fewer
carriages were to be met. the omnibuses
disappeared entirely; the stores and
even the cafes were being locked hur.
nedly, or were already closed. The
crowd on the streets became less. But
the windows In the houses were opened
nom the basement to the top; and neal
these windows and on the thresholds OF
The doors were crowds of people, mostly
women, children, servants and nurses
this multitude chartered, laughed, called
over to one another, turned their heads
waved their hands, as if in readiness fol-
q spectacle a mindless. holiday curl
osity seemed to seize all. Ribbons o.
different colors, fichus, caps, white
pink and blue dresses intermingled an6
appeared variegated in the bright sun
and rustled IN the summer breeze-lik,
the leaves on the numerous popIars-
trees of freedom.
Impossible that in five or tel
minutes there viii be riot. sfeddin,
of blood." thought I. "No place K
imagine tragedy-as yet"
But suddenly, In the foreground
crossing the entire boulevard in a zig
gag manner-proiected the uneven lin
of barricade-thre yards in height
In the very midst of it, surrounded b
tricolored, gold embroidered banners
q little red flag Haunted its SHARP
.ominous tongue. Some 5lousers wer
seen from behind the ridge of heaped
up gray stones. approached neare,
The front of the barri ,sde was qui,
deserted about fifty men, not NOR
paced back and forward on the paw
ment. cat that time the boulevard
were not macadamized) The blouse
joked with the arriving spectators OF
belted with a soldiers white swor
hanger offered an uncorked bottle al
. half filed glass of wine, as if invitiI
them to come and drink of il anothe
by his side, with double barreled q
on his shoulder, cried out, in draw
ing voice, "Vive the national wor
shops Vive the republic, democrat
and social !"
Near him stood tall, dark-hair
woman, in striped dxe:s, equipp
also with sword-belt, pistol plac
therein. She did not laugh, but in
thoughtful manner fixed her large, da
ewes upon the scene. I crossed {
street, turned to the left, and, with Il
or six aanesrs like myself. took refu