The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-24


close battle swelled and deepened till
the very ground trsmbled beneath
US. The night fell like a pail, but the
blaze OF the adjacent conhagration lit up
the anxious group here by the churchyard
wall From out the medley of broken
troops littering the slopes in front rose sud
denly great shout, that grew in volume as
IL rolled nearer. The hoofs Of a gallopiug
horse ratified on the causeway. A moment
later, Moltke, his face for once quivering
with emotion, sprang from the saddle, and,
running toward the king cried out: 1T is
good Tor US; we have carried the position,
and the victory is with your ma iesty !" The
King started to his feet with fervent ''God
be tnansedm and then burst into tears. Bis
marck, with great sigh OF relief, crushed
MS letters in the hollow of his hand, and q
simultaneous hurrah welcomed the good
tidlngs.
torbes was the first war correspondent to
enter Paris during the siege. He relates
this experience there:
On March l, 1871, the day Of the entry
OF the German troops into Paris, rather a
curious experience befe!l me. While as vet
within the German Gordon in the Place de
la Concorde, observed that l was being
logged. l had no sooner passed out of that
Gordon than was vshemeatly
AsSAILED BY AN ANGRY MOB
who insisted that was a Prussian spy. A
detachment of National Guards holding a
police post rescued me at the bayonet point
from the genial enthusiasts who were drag
ging 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 tride. Overhauling myself
at the police station / discovered that along
with half of my great coat had disappeared
my notebook, which was in the pocket of
the missing section of the garment, This
was most serious misfortune.
In these times had accustomed myself
to write out ut full length ia my notebook
the description of scenes or events of which
| was witness, detailing in form ready for
the printer the accounts of incident after
incident as the incidents successfully
evolved themselves. From the summit Of
the tower Of Longchamps l had looked
down that morning on Kaiser Wilhelm's
great review OF his army on the race course
and my description of that remarkable
scene, at least two columns long, was In the
lost notebook. One result Of this concur
rent writing out is that the writer's mem
DRY does not charge itself with the recollec-
ton OF what has been committed to paper:
and thus L had not only lost tho actual
copy" already indicted and out of
hand, but was destitute of the power to re-
produce the lost matter. While | was in
formally bewa!ling myself q citizen, in fine
glow Of triumph, rushed into the police
station. "Voilal" he shouted, as he waved
aloft my notebook In one hand .and my
coaC-tail in the other, here is damning ev-
ideuce that the prisoner ia a wicked spyl
Here are the villains notes.-the lies he has
been writing down concerning our unhappy
Paris" l conld have embraced the excited
oWUrjeT, frowsy as be was; he had done me
an incalculable benedt in his effort to seal
my doom. His face was study when, in
the gladness Of my heart 1 offered him
5-franc piece. The implacable patriot &C
csptedif.
Presently, under an escort of National
Guards with fixed bayonets-for the mob
was still dangerous-I was marched through
a couple of streets 10 the bureau Of a sitting
magistrate. Ny companions were gentle-
man in blouse who was accused of having
stolen an ink bottle; tatterdemalion de-
teosed in selling couple of cigars to a
Bavarian cavalryman, and a woman
whom the Paris mob had stripped
and painted divers colors, because she
had been caught parleying with a
Prussian drummer. The magistrate was so
good as to deal with me first Fortunately,
was able to produce to him my British
passport and my journalistic credentials.
He called in his sister, who had lived in
England, TO assist him in deciding on the
authenticity of those documents. She
promptly pronounced 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 gracefully beg.
ging me to excuse what he termed "the
little Inconvenience | had experienced. on
account of the not unnatural excitement of
the Paris populace."
THE MAGISTRATES GOOD SISTER
sent sne to bedroom, where [ washed OFF
the most fragrant stains of the recent IN
pleasantness. Outside the mob was still
bowling fiercely. Time was very precious
to me. | could not endure to wait indef-
nitely, yet did not care to offer myself to
the tender mercies Of the gentlemen of the
pavement. The sister in this strait proved
herself a Numbering angel. She said there
was door opening in a quiet side alley,
and actually offered to escort me to my
hotel, which was close by. AS we walked
l told the good soul I did not know
how to thank her. Had 1t been her
servant 1 could have found no diff
Guilty In requiting the good Office but a
lady-"Op' she broke in, that is not so
difficult. 1 will put my pride IN my pocket.
My brother has a fsir salary, but he has
not seen franc of it for six months. We
are gentlefolk; we cannot join the queue
outside the bakers shop. and, aud-O, mon
Dieul we are actually starving" and the
poor woman burst into tears. I'VE could
not take charity" she continued, sobbing,
but have heard OF that kind don anglais
which, they say, is now being distributed
freely; if only one could get little aid
from its bounty" We had a sub-depot in
my hotel; l myself was one of the accred-
tied sub-almoaers; some Of the commits
sloners were living with me.
l hurried the lady into a room where
there was no one to notice her emotion /;
then found John Furley and told him the
little story. Furley is man of energy. In
five minutes big hamper had been packed
full Of comestibles, and porter had it on
his back waiting for the lady's commands.
with the chlvalry of fine gentleman Fur
ley respectfully announced 10 her that one
of his men we're at her disposition She
came out into the passage, locked down at
the great basket, whose open mouth dis
closed inter ala a leg OF mutton, a couple
OF fowls, great honest loaf, and sundry
vegetables; she gave q great gasp, and
thought she was going to faint. She was
anamic from sheer want but she rallied,
tears helping her: and then she went
silently away, with her veil down over her
face. and the stalwart porter tramping be-
hind her.
1t was such people as those, with pride
and fixed salaries which were not paid, who
suffered worst during the siege; and they,
too, it Tas who were the most difficult to
relieve when the siege was over, but without,
as yet, any alleviation of their misery. The
women were the most stubborn. The con-
clerge would assure the almoDer that the
two old ladies on such an etage were liter-
ally starving The two old ladies' when