Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1897-11-18

hurled its notes into space. 1t suddenly
filled all the silence. 1t dashed its harsh
sounds down upon the trembling city,
till the air heayed and the houses about
us rocked 1t made in an instant a
pandemonium of the quiet night.
! We turned and hurried instinctively
from the place, crouching and amazed,
looking upwards with bent shoulders
and scared faces. "What is it? What
is it?" i cried, half in resentment, half
in terror. 1t deafened me.
THE bell of st. German lAuxerroisl"
he shouted in answer. ''The Church
of the Louvre. 1t is as I said. We are
doomed"
Doomed? No! 1 replied fiercely,
for my courage seemed to rise again
on the wave of sound and excitement
as if rebounding from the momentary
shock. ''Never! We wear the devils
livery, and he will look after his own.
Draw, man, and let him that stops us
look TO himself. You know the way.
Lead on!" cried, savagely.
He caught the infection and drew his
sword. So we started boldly, and the
result justified my confidence. We
looked, no doubt, as like murderers as
any who We're abroad that night. Nov
ing in this desperate guise we FASTENED
UP that street and into another-still
pursued by the din and clangor of the
bell-and then a short distance along
third. We were not stopped or adj
dressed by anyone, though numbers,
increasing each moment as door after
door opened, and we drew nearer to the
heart of the conmotion, were hurrying
IN the same direction, side by side with
us; and though in front, where now
and again lights CLEANED on a mass of
weapons, or on white eager faces, fill
ing some alley from wall to wall, we
heard the roar of voices rising and fall
ing like the murmur of an angry sea-
All was blurr, hurry, confusion, tu-
multi. Yet | remember, as we pressed
EDWARDS with the stream and part of it,
certain sharp outlines. / caught here
and there a glimpse of a pale scared
face at n window, half-clad form at
door, of the big, wondering eyes of
child held up to see us pass, of Christ
at a corner rudy in the smoky glare
of a link, of woman armed, and in
mans clothes, who walked some dis
lance side by side with us, and led off
a ribald song. / retain a memory of
these things; of brief bursts of light
and long intervals of darkness, and al
ways. as we tramped forwards, my hand
On Pavannes' sleeve. of an ever-growing
tumult in front-an ever-rising flood
of noise.
AT last we came to a standstill where
a side street ran out of ours Into this
the hurrying throng tried to wheel,
and, unable to do so, halted, and
pressed about the head of the street.
which was already full TO OVERLOOKING.
and so fought with hungry eyes for
places whence they might look down
it. Pavannes and l struggled only to
get through the crowd to get on: but
the efforts of those Behind partly MD
ing and partly thwarting our own,
presently forced us to a position
whence we could not aveid seeing what
was afoot
The street-this side street was
ablaze with light. From end to end
every gable, every hatchment was
glowing, every window was Pickering
in the glare of torches. 1t was paved,
too, with faces-human faces, yet
scarcely human-all looking one way,
all looking upward; and the noise, as
from time to time this immense
crowd groaned or howled in unison,
like wild beast in it's fury, was so APP
palling. that clutched Pavannes' arm
and chung to him in momentary terror.
/ do not wonder now that / quailed,
though sometimes I have heard that