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

a guidon, staff in stirrup, followed, then
all alone. came a general, sombre face
Swallowed, gilded sash, chapeau and
epaulettes glittering with woven gold.
| Under this cooked hat his dreamy eyes
looked out in the glare undazzled. He
saw neither torch nor shadow, nor the
steel blades of swords-he. the mystic,
the oracle of vagueness, the apostle OF
mystery-this Breton governor of
Paris, General Trochu.
So he passed with his armored troop,
a remnant of ancient pageantry, Bre-
ton of emblazoned chronicles, silent,
vague-eyed, dreaming dreams of chiv-
airy and paradise, and the blessed
sainte whose filmy veil was shield of
God for the innocent.
When the last squadron had trampled
past and was blotted out in the dark
ness, Bourke, followed by Hardwood,
| entered the Cafe Rouge and found seats
| at a table between q soldier of the Ma
I tional Guard and one of Franchetti's
| scouts
The latter was haunting the National
Guardsman with the indiscipline of his
| battalion; the guardsman answered sui
kily, and sawed away at his steak,
washing huge mouthfuls down with
goblets of red wine.
You and your major, eh?" sneered
the scout. Tell me- my friend, since
when has a battalion of the National
Guard boosted major? / leave it to
these two gentlemen"-here he turned
and nodded at Bourke and HARDWOOD
Il leave it to these gentlemen if it is
possible for a National Guard batta :
lion to have major unless it's COM
pany of fantoches.'
| "Fantoche yourself" shouted the
guardsman. stung to fury by the taunt;
let me tell you that Major Flourens
Z - he
command of three Belleville battalions.
If you don't like it, so up to the I'm
dertaker's' tonight and say so TO Buck
hurst-and see what happens.
Who is Buckhurst?" inquired the
scout, SarcaStically.
The guardsman swallowed a mouthful
of bread, emptied his goblet, smacked
his lips and said: None of your bust
ness
Bourke looked at Hardwood.
'Buckhurst" he repeated under his
breath.
TT wouldn't surprise me, muttered
Hardwood, "if that ruffian is in Paris;
the 'Undertaker's is just the place for
him.
They ate in silence for a while, pre-
occupied with this bit of news, news
which they knew was well worth cab
ling to America. Forger, murderer and
incendiary, Jack Buckhurst had at last
been caught during the draft riots in
New York, and, after being dubbed
into insensibility, had been locked in
the Tombs prison to be dealt with later.
The next day the warden reported him
dying; the next day after he was gone,
but not to hell, Where he had gone
the authorities tried for a while to find
out, until at last the fame of his ex
PLOTS faded into Legendary and nothing
was left of his memory except an &C.
casional line in a newspaper and
faded photograph in the rogues' GAL
lery.
The scout begain again to tease the
National Guardsman, asking sneering
questions about Belleville and the bat
talions quartered there, until the
guardsman jumped up in rage, ours
ing impartially the whole Latin quar-
ter.
IF you think Belleville is so funny
come up and see; come up and tell us
how funny we arer' he shouted. Henri
Flourens will reply to you-M. Buck
hurst may have a word to say What
is the Latin quarter anyway, but
gutter full of cocottes and students and
imbecile professors Don't tell mel
And just wait a bit. The dance is be-
ginning. my friend, and the red flag is
a better flag than Badinguet's tri-
cOlOTeQ morse DldHkeI-
The cafe was in an uproar by this
time. The scout dashed glass of red
wine into the guardsman's face, some
body in the room threw a chair at
somebody else, bowls and curses ming
led with the crash of crockery until
somebody shrieked, I'm stabbedr' and
there was a rush for the door.
Bourke found himself out on the side
walk. warding off the cuffs and kicks
of several enthusiastic citizens who
kept shouting: He's a Prussian spyi
Kill him. until the hazard of battle
brought Hardwood to his aid. Togeth-
er they managed to back out of the
crush in good order until darkness en-
abled them to prudently efface them
selves in the Rue de Medicine. And it
was well they did, for the cry of Spy"
in Paris at that period meant rough
usage first and inquiry later-sometimes
too late.
''Damnation!" said Hardwood, fur
iously, holding up tattered sleeve,
I've a mind to use my revolver next
time, and I'll do it, too! Idiotsl I'll
show them who's a spy-yes, 1 will,
Cecili"
You'd better not" said Bourke.
grimly. regarding his own dishevelled
attire. There's no telling what WI
Parisians may do in this crisis. Jim,
you heard what that rat-faced soldier
said about Ruckhurst? OF course, Wen
cable it-but-what would you think of
arresting the fellow and getting the
government to hold him for extradi-
tion?"
Government? What government?
Not this crazy aggregation in Paris?
What's the use? They won't do it: they
won't dare touch him if he's hand in
glove with the Belleville gang. Didn't
you hear the soldier couple his name
With Daoha<or+fc nd
ably he's one of the shining lights of
their cut-throat club, the Undertakersr'
Burke looked UP suddenly.
Jim, that's what we'll do; We'll go
to Bellevilie tonight and attend a
seance of the Undertakers!''
HARDWOOD nodded uncertainty.
You remember ] have friend at
court there. the Mouse" he said, and,
as you suggested, it's possible that he
may attempt to cut our threats as an
expression of good WILL
Burke hesitated. He looked sharp
ly at Hardwood, undecided. little cur
ious to know how his comrade would
act
do you care to go?" he asked after
a pause. You neednt-on my ac-
count
Yes. if you are going" replied Hare
wood pleasantly.
Come ahead then said Bourke,
wondering whether Hardwood had ac-
cepted the risk through recklessness,
a reporters instinct of rivalry. or an
unwillingness to let him take the risk
alone.
CHAPTER XI.
THE UNDERWRITERS
The Reign of Terror inocuIated Paris
with a virus the first symptom of which