The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-01-08

An Episode from the History OF the
Days "a June, Is4s, mt Paris.
Translated from the Russian of Ivan Turgenif for
Peterson's Journal
10 came the fourth of the celebrated
days of June, 1913, 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 Paix 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. q
member OF the provisional government,
who, In an address to them, had thought
lessly pronounced the word slave
(esclaves), construed by them as a re-
proach or Otiense-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 y Ut has began y
my laundress told, Friday morning, the
Odd of June.
According to her words. 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 merrier
this was all. But the further
L 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-
riedly. or were already closed The
crowd OH the streets became less. But
the windows In the houses were opened
from the basement to the top; and near
these windows and on the thresholds of
che 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 for
a spectacle a mindless. holiday curl
osity seemed to seize all. Ribbons of
different colors, fchus, caps. white.
pink and blue dresses interminpled and
appeared variegated In the bright sun,
and rustied in the summer breeze-like
the leaves on the numerous poplars-
trees Of freedom.
Impossible that in five or ten
minutes there will be riot. shedding
e L.. Ia
imagine tragedy-as yet"
But suddenly, in the foreground.
crossing the entire boulevard in zig
gag mapner-proiected the uneven line
of bacricade-three yards in height.
In the very midst of il, surrounded by
tricolofed, gold embroidered banners.
little red flag Haunted it's sharp,
ominoue tongue. Some blouers were
seen from behind the ridge of heaped-
up gray stones. approached nearer.
The front of the BARR .sde was quite
deserted about Fifty men, not more,
paced back and forward on the pave
Inent CAT that time the boulevards
were not macadamized) The blousers
joked with the arriving spectators one
belted with soldiers white sword
hanger offered an uncorked bottle and
half filed glass of wine, as if inviting
them TO come and drink of it; another,
by his side, with double barreled gun
onib bis shoulder, cried out. in drawl-
ingVvoice. "Vive the national work.
shops Vive the republic, democratic
and social ~
Near him stood tall, dark-haired
woman, in striped drels, equipped
also with a sword belt, pistol placed
therein. She did not laugh, but in
thoughtful manner fixed her large. dark
eyes upon the scene. L crossed the
street, turned to the left, and, with five
or six aaneurs like myself, took refuge