Omaha daily bee., 1889-09-23
NOT THE USUAL PROGRAMME.
No Turbulent Mob Surged Through
the Partisan Streets.
NO sToRMlNe OF THE BAsTlLe.
Mild hammered Men CAST Their v otes
without Demonstration-AD Disap-
pointed Correspondent - The
Battle OF the Bin Posters.
Serene Political skies.

tCopyrfOht 1859 bu James Gordon Bennett
PARIS Sept. 22-lNew York Hera
Cable-Specal TO THE BEE. From early
morning there has beeh a considerable
amount of animation, more especially IN tho
quarters of the town principally inhabited
by the working classes. Everything, how
ever, passed of in good orderly manner.
The majority of the voters recorded their
votes in the morning, so that having done
their duty as citizens they were free TO go
and amuse themselves at the exhibition cr
elsewhere, as fancy prompted. Tho drizzling
rain which fell until near noon had the effect
of preventing idlers from congregating in the
streets around the voting stations. The bill
stickers, who had been working hard all
night, were still going on with their paper
war, working hard to paste over bills
stuck up by their predecessors
InIthe one hundred and eighty eighth aron-
disement one energetic bill sticker was in
dustriously occupying himself by pasting up
Boulanger posters over those of Joffrin then
those of Joffrin over Boulanger and so on.
Inside the voting stations there was no ex-
element The scene was the same in every
arondisement. Gentlemen sitting behind
the ballot box examined the electoral certih-
Gates of each voter who Immediately de-
posted in the box his ballot, which IN most
cases he had carefully folded in four, before
entering. There was an air of mystery
about the whole proceedings that seem ed to
indicate that the French appreciate the sys-
TEN of secret voting. In front, on the steps
of each polling place, score of men were
discussing the ballots of the different candl-
dates. Everybody took the papers, but
most people threw them away as soon as
ho2 ;nt
thus carpeted with white papers which gave
1t strange appearance somewhat resembl-
ing the gardens exhibition after popular
Sunday fete.
called In upon Maxine Lisbonne, the can
didate who, in his manifesto proposes to
deal in honest peculatons ana not use his
parliamentary influence for any person who
does not first hand him over a sum varying
from e20 to 920OO., 1 found the former
colonel of the commune in the furthest corner
of his Tavern du Bagne playing at patience.
His attention seemed somewhat distracted
from the game by kilograms which he was
receiving every few minutes, at last he
gave up cards for politics and told me he
fears Boulanger's success is certain. He
also showed me telegram saying that Jules
Terry was getting beaten in Vosges.
The strange tavern hc presidcs over
is worth visit The wall IS hang with cap
ital pictures portraying scenes of the com-
munist convcu's history.
When you enter the guardian whistles and
shouts to another life convict. When you
pay for what you have had strange looking
waiter in convict dress hands you circular
pass upon which is a certificate signed by
Maxine Lisbonue that the convict has con-
Quoted himself WELL and as you present this
at an outer door guardian informs you that
are free, in Mnilmontant, Montmartre and
Belleville. People were strolliug about rs
on any Sunday or holiday. Everywhere pub
lie buildings were hideously disfgured with
electoral manifestoes, even the Lion
on the Place de la Repub-
lique had not escaped His body
was covered with brilliant tricolor posters
of Boulangist candidates while his eye was
closed by the name of valiant and his tail
severed as staff for flags
"Where is the fight cocher, and horsemen
charging the mob and the naked sabers
ruddy with Parisian gore and all that sort of
thinRP'
Such were the anxious queries put by the
Herald correspondent this evening TO the
red headed Jehu who was driving him along
the highways and byways. The silly Mont
motre cocher shook his head blankly. He had
seen no gore, no surglng crowds, no riot,
revolution or anything else-nothing but
slippery pavements, mud and umbrellas
'Allez vite '' was the order and keen on
the scent of carnage, the carriage
ratified away over the cobble stones.
1t was no use Each new street was as
quiet and desolate as the one before 1t. In
front of various voting headquarters were
gathered groups of men frightened by the
presence of an occasional woman, and good
natured groups were smoking laughing and
chatting about the elections. Therefore
there was no mad frenzy, and no oratorcal
rawlings, nor did these excellent people show
the slightest disposition to tear one another
or anybody else into pieces. There was
nothing of the down trodden populace thirst
ing for the blood Of its oppressors about
them.
Tear down the bastile9 Not bit of 1t.
Much more apt would they be to adjourn
to cosy cafe aud to pass the night IN ex-
changing ready blagues.
In the whole of his wanderngs through
this section of the city the correspondent
saw absolutely nothing in the shape of vio-
lent demonstrations, and yet it was precisely
here that General Boulanger was running
ernment and to the masses in Montmartre,
General Boulanger is the hero of the hour.
No better illustration could be given of the
law abiding disposition of the Paris crowd.
The nearest approach TO a row was little
incident which occurred near the Marie. In
the center of noisy group which nearly
blocked the street stood a disreputable look
ing individual dressed in blue blouse. He
was gesticulating wildly and with evident
indifference 10 the persons of those who
came within the radius Of his swinging arms
"Mesdames ct Messieurs," he cried. Ge n
eral Boulanger is elected. The republic is at
our mercy. Carnot, Constans and their gang
are lot of - - The orator commenced
on catalogue OF the most uncompllmentary
epithets which he emphasized by bringing his
fist INTO close and emphatic contact with the
visual organ Of black haired youth in front
of him, whereupon he OF the black hair in-
formed the speaker that he was all sorts Of
untranslatable things. Great Was the joke
as the news spread.
THE FRENCH ELECTION.
Boulanger Elected In Monrnartre-
A Riot at Ayignon,