The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-05-30

window, looked down at the surging
throngs below, and then out across the
valley OF the Bievre, sparkling with
dimmed brilliancy under its Velf OF
haze. She saw nothing except patches
of woods. White spires, and checkered
fields fecked with misty sunshine.
YoleJte spoke calmly beside her
I'VE must ill all the window frames
with panes of oiled paper If they fire
again there will be no use having glass
put in."
In the street below an officer with
gold lace on his crimson cap rode slow
~ through the centre Of the crowd, re-
peating: Go back messieurS; there
is nothing to see. The Prussians have
not been signalled; the marines are
only practising to get the range"
NO Prussians?" exclaimed the man
in the blue blouse. y disguised laugh
ran through the crowd.
'.F'ichtreI Je men vais," said a
young butcher, tying his apron tighter;
well have plenty of time to see M
Bismarck later"
The crowd slowly dissolved, melting
away little by little. leaving a group
of hopelessly curious gamins at the
Porte Rouge. the barracks, and as near
to the Prophet" as the cannoneers
would permit.
So. after all. the Prussians were not
in sight. The crowd appeared to be
good humored, but a little disappointed,
for they had come to see something,
and now were obliged to retire un-
satisfied Curiosity prevailed in spite
of dread-that Unsuitable curiosity of
the Parisians, so easily satisfied, so
soon changed to ennui.
The shot from the bastiOns had
aroused the whole city: even Bourke
and HARDWOOD, lounging on the ter
race above the palace of st. Cloud,
heard the distant report and saw the
white smoke curling up along the bat
Elements behind Issy.
THAT comes from our quarter" said
Hardwood. DO you see the smoke,
IT'S nothing" replied Bourke.
They're practising somewhere on our
secteur, probably to find the range
1t NAV be the Prophet that ha-
spoken.
They sat on bench. Iazily discussing
cold chicken and light Bordeaux, look
ing off over the valley where the
panorama Of the Seine valley spread
out At their feet lay Paris. white.
fair as a jewel set in green velvet,
cfrcled by the limpid necklace of the
river. The late sunlight burned on
the gilded dome of the Invalides, the
twin towers of Notre Dame glimmered
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the Pantheon and the strange towers
of St Sulpice detached themselves
from the level mass of green-the gar
dens of the Luxembourg, and further
beyond the observatory glistened, its
rnosque-like domes snowy white. To
the southeast, looking across the pen
insula where BiIlancourt lay smotheTed
in verdure, the six forts of the south
stretched away in a single rank to the
river Marine: in the north the vast
mass Of Mont-Valerien cut the sky line
always mysterious, always menacing.
wrapped in gloomy majesty Close to
St Cloud the Montretout redoubt lay,
still unfinished, but apparently formid-
able enough.
Hardwood could see the terrassiers
swarming over the glaeis, troops
and countermarching. gun squads
drilling on the parapets. At their
feet. SO close that Bourke could have
tossed a pebble onto the roof, the
beautiful palace of St. Cloud nestled
amid its ancient forest stiff ranks
of hedges and quaint marble-terraced
pools A squadron of cuirassiers had
dismounted at the foot of the terrace
steps Hundreds of officers, municipal
magnates, huissiers, gendarmes. and
holiday strollers passed through the
palace grounds, staring up at the ex-
auisite gray facade with unaccustomed
emotions of curiosity and apprehen-
sion.
A group of mounted officers, return