The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-09-26
PARIS AFTER THE SIEGE.
A CORRESPONDENTS ESCAPE FROM
THE HANDS OF A MOB.

entry OF the German troops into Paris
rather a curious experience befell me
While as yet within the German Gordon
in the Place de la Concorde, observed
that was being logged. had no sooner
passed out of the Gordon than | was We
hemently assailed by an angry mob, who
insisted that was Prussian spy. A de
tachment of National Guards holding po-
lice post rescued me at the bayonet point
from the genial enthusiasts who wers
dragging me along the street on my back
with the expressed intention Of drowning
me in the basin of an adjacent fountain.
A good deal of my clothing had been
torn off me, but that was a trife. Over
hauling myself in the police station,
discovered that along with half of my
greatcoat had disappeared my notebook.
which was in the pocket of the missing sec
ton of the garment. This was most ser
ious misfortune
In those times had accustomed myself
to write out at full length in my notebook
the description of scenes or events of which
| was witness, detailing in form ready
for the printing the accounts of incident
after incident as the incidents successfully
evolved themselves. From the summit of
the tower of Longchamps | had looked
down that morning on Kaiser Wilhelm 8
great review of his army on the race
course, and my description of that remark
able scene, at least two columns long, was
in the lost notebook.
One result of this concurrent writing out
is that the writer's memory does not
charge itself with the recollection of what
has been committed to paper; and thus
had not only lost the actual copy" already
indited and out of hand, but was destitute
of the power to reproduce the lost matter.
BEFORE THE MAGISTRATE.
While l was internally bewailing myself,
citizen in fine glow of triumph rushed
into the police station. "Voilap' he shout
ed, as he waved aloft my notebook in one
hand and my coat tail in the other. Here
is damning evidence that the prisoner is a
wicked spy! Here are the Villains notes.
the lies he has been writing down concern
ing our unhappy PARISH l could have en-
braced the excited ouvrier, frowsy as he
was; he had done me an inealculable bene-
tit in his effort to seal my doom. His face
was a study when, in the gladness of my
heart, offered him five franc piece.
Presently, under an escort of National
Guards, was marched through couple
of streets to the bureau Of a sitting magis-
trate. My companions were gentleman
in a blouse, who was accused of having
stolen an ink bottle; characterization de-
tected in selling couple of cigars to a
Bavarian cavalryman, and woman whom
the Paris mob had stripped and painted
divers colors because she had been caught
parleying with Prussian drummer.
The magistrate was so good as TO deal
with me first. Fortunately was able to
produce to him mys British passport and
my journalistic credentials. He called in
his sister, who had lived in England. TO as
sist him in deciding on the authenticity of
those documents. She promptly pro-
nounced in their favor, and his worship
became Immediately gracious
He told me | was free, and was good
enough to lend me an old coat in which TO
walk to my hotel, at the same time grace
fully begging me to excuse what he termed
1.-THE little inconvenience had experienced
on account of the not unnatural excite
ment of the Paris populace"
SAVED BY A WOMAN
The magistrates good sister sent me to
a bedroom, where l washed off the most
ldSIduO SLdluS VI Luc IcCeub uuUltdSdub-
ness. Outside the mob was still bowling
iercely Time was very precious to me. 1
could not endure to wait indefinitely, yet
did not care to offer myself to the tender
nerCies of the gentlemen of the pavement.
The sister in this strait proved herself
angel.
She said there was door opening in q
quiet side alley, and actually offered to es-
cort me to my hotel, which was close by.
As we walked l told the good soul did
not know how to thank her. Had it been
her servant | could have found no diff
Guilty in requiting the good Office, but
lady
"Oh," she broke in. that is not so diff
;ult. will put my pride in my pocket.
Ny brother has a fair salary, but he has
not seen franc of it for six months. We
Ire gentlefolk; we cannot join the crowd
outside the bakers shop, and, o mon Dieul
We are actually starving" and the poor
woman burst into tears. "We could not
AXE charity" she continued, sobbing, "but
have heard of that kind don anglais
which, they say, is now being distributed
RELY; if only one could get a little aid
rom its bounty"
We had a subdepot in my hotel; my
elf was one of the accredited subalmon-
rs; some of the commissioners were living
With me- hurried the lady into a room
where there was no one to notice her emo
ion; then found John Farley and told
i'm the little story.
TIE PEOPLE WHO SUFFERED.
Furley is a man of energy. In five min
ties big hamper had been packed full of
omestibles and a porter had it on his
ack, waiting for the lady's commands.
With the chivalTy of fine gentleman Fur
sy respectfully announced to her that one
t his men was at her disposition. She
anne out into the passage, looked down at
be great basket, whose open mouth dis
losed inter ALA leg Of mutton, couple
fowls, a great honest loaf and sundry
egetables. She gave a great gasp and /
bought she was going 70 faint. She was
manic from sheer want, but she rallied,
ears helping her, aud then she went
.leutly away. with her veil down over her /
ace and the staiwart porter tramping be- |
ind her.
1t was such people as those, with pride |
I'D fixed salaries which were not paid, |
no suffered worst during the siege; and |
hey, too, IL was who were the most diff !
nit to relieve when the siege was over, 4
at without as yet any alleviasion Of their 4
iisery. The women were the most stub /
orn-
The concierge would assure the almoner
lat the two old ladies on such az etsge 4
ere literally starving The two Old /
dies. when you pushed their button,
Ould appear ststsIily gracious Yes,
ley would ssy-yes. the English were .
nd people. and the good God would re-
ard them There were some poor erea-
res in the roof who were in pressing
ed For themselves, thanks, but 70,
ey could not acoept charity: and then