The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-04-25

For a second rage choked him.
What do you want of me, gentle
men?'' he. said, controlling his passion
with an effort. Il have made prom
Use, and you will find that I will keep
it. If General Trochu has deserted
God deal with him. For me, am here
to stay. Say so to your mob"
At this moment a roar arose from
the crowd outside. THE empress is
gone! The empress is gone To the
palace! To the palace! The empress is
gonep'
The crowd started forward Then, as
the soldiers silently brought their rifles
to a charge, the people fell back,
crushing and trampling in their hurry
to regain the pavement.
Look out, Bourke," said a young
man in English, dragging his compan-
ion away from the gate. "There'H be
a panic if the troops fire. Come on;
lets get out of this"
Look" said his comrade, eagerly.
Look! They've lowered the flag on
empress has left the Tuileries!'
The crowd saw it, too, and a tumult
arose, answered by vcciferous cheering
from the packed masses in the rue de
Rivoli.
''Vive la republique! Down with the
empirer'
'.Hurrah for the republic" shouted
Bourke, laughing and waving his hat.
Hardwood, why the devil don't you
cheer?"
Malet and Shannon, two fellow war
correspondents. passed and called out
to them in English, Hello, you fell
lows It's all over. The empress has
gone"
wait Tor US" motioned Bourke. But
already the others were lost in the
crowd, which now began to pour along
the face of the park parapetS toward
the river
Bourke, his arm linked in Hare
woods. struggled for a while to keep
his course to the rue Royle, but the
pressure and shouting and torrents of
bust confused him, and he let himself
go.
"Confound it" he gasped, this is al
most a stampede. Keep your feet, Jim,
il you want to live 70 get out. 1 hope
the empress is safe"
Where are our horses:" asked Hare
wood, struggling to keep his comrade.
In the arcade OF the continental.
Good heavens, Jim, this crush is fright
full he said, Selling a bar of the rail-
ing behind them. Climb up and over.
1t IS the only way"
They'll shoot you from the palace -
cried Il dozen voices.
I'D rather be shot than squashed,"
replied Bourke, clambering up and over
the gilded railing.
In moment Hardwood sprang to the
turf beside him, painting and perspir-
ing.
Now" motioned Bourke, and they
giided across the terrace of the
orangerie and let themselves down into
the street, dirty, bruised, and breath
less.
At the end of the street toward the
Place de la Concorde a mob, fiourishing
clubs and knives, was Vainly trying to
scale the parapets of the gardens,
shouting, Death! Death to the en-
press." but a squad of mounted police
held the parapets and hammered the
more venturesome of the people with
the flats OF their swords. Several line
soldiers and Mobile officers Joined the
police; on the other hand the mob in
creased every moment, and their angry
shouts SWelled to a solid roar. Death
to the empressi Remember Sedan!"
Among a, group of frightened pedes-
TRANS who had been blocked on the
quay between both mobs were two
ladies. Bourl1e caught a glimpse of
their light summer gowns as he crept
along by the quay wall. One of the
ladies carried a covered basket, which
she held close to her breast. Both
were in helpless CONSERVATION, daring
neither to proceed nor to return to the
quay alone, where already the mob had
seized the Batteau Mouche, crying,
ON to St. Cloud"
See those girls" cried Bourke.
They'll get into that crush in a mo-
ment. Jim, they'll be trampled."
Hardwood started across the street
just as the young lady who carried the
basket turned and fastened toward the
Louvre, where a cab stood close to the
gutter Her companion followed, run
ming ahead in her anxiety and calling
to the cab driver, who, however, shook
his head, refusing to move.
Il am engaged. l was told to wait
for the Austrian ambassador" said
the driver. adding impudently: Are
you his excellency, NJ. AIetternich?'
You must take these ladies'" said
Hardwood. "They can't stay here-the
police mag fire at any moment
Monsieur" said the cabby sar-
castically, can 1 pass that mob with
my cab?"
You can pass insisted Bourke. ito
the place ST. Germain-l Auxerrois-
well lead the horse" and he laid one
hand on the bit.
Before the cabman could protest.
HARDWOOD flung open the door, saying.
"Mesdames, there is no time to lose."
while Bourke scowled back at the