The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-07-11

CHASTITY smile of Buckhurst's face was
answer enough. sNo.' said Buckhurst.
! You know too much. You knew too
much before, and now you know I'm a
/ id fool besides" He rose abruptly
and went to the passageway, where
| Mortier, Stauffer and the carbineers
] were waiting. The carbineers had
and cracking the necks of the munich
pal claret bottles. They objected to
] leaving Off, and Buckhurst strobe into
/ the passage. revolver raised.
/ In an instant Bourke turned to the
/ huissiers who stood grouped behind
/ him, and said, hurriedly: One of you
run to the Breton mobiles in the Ma
poieon barracks and bring them by
/ the underground passage. Hurry, or
| they will murder the ministers as they
! are going to murder met" The huis-
siers hesitated. Then, as Buckhurst S
voice was heard in the passage, one of
them opened a door behind the table
where Bourke was sitting, and pointed
Bourfe jumped for the door and ran
as he had never run in his life. Twice
as he ran between unseen walls, hold
! ing his arm before him, he fell, but
sprang up again and plunged on, his
hands before his face. How long he
had been running he did not know.
when, rounding a corner, he saw a
u.
became visible, the rough stone walls,
| the ceiling. Little by little the pas
| sage assembled, growing lighter and
lighter as he advanced, until he stag
gered out into a stone-paved court,
where soldiers were passing, carrying
pals and kitchen utensils, and an Of
ficer, mounted on a horse, stood look
ing on.
He stammered out his tale to the Of
ficer. and he had not finished before
the bugles were sounding the assembly
and the officers We're shouting, and the
brave Breton mobiles came tumbling
into the parade. In ten minutes they
were entering the tunnel: their officers
could not hold them back. Bourke,
carried away with the onset. held
tightly TO a lantern that somebody
thrust into his hand, and hurried along
with the soldiers, who even wounded
each other with their bayonets in their
eagerness to be in at the death.
And they were in at the death, for,
even when Bourke entered the under
ground hall, they had a dozen half
drunken carbineers by the throat.
Buckhurst had vanished. So also had
Mortier and Stauffer. Bourke led the
way to the council chamber above.
The stairs were stormed. the halls car
ried by the bayonet. He saw the mo-
bileS burst into the council chamber
huri the insurgents out and beat them
with dubbed rifles until they howled
for mercy. He saw the pale-faced
ministers withdraw, protected by bay
onets of the brave Bretons. He wit
messed the stampede of Flourens and
his cohorts-a flight as ridiculous as it
was precipitate.
Outside in the rain an enormous
crowd stood and watched the fight in
the palace. Night had fallen swiftly,
and in the frightful uproar and confu-
sion the insurgents escaped with
broken heads. Flourens, Stauffer,
Buckhurst and Mortier were among
them. But the Bretons had some hun
dred or so of the carbineers prisoners,
and now, as other loyal battalionS be-
gan to arrive, the ministers left the
Hotel de Vile, where what once
threatened to be a brutal massacre
had turned into a farce as grotesque
as 1T was unexpected.
Bourke pushed his way out into the
crowd. There were no street lamps
lighted. few of the cavalry, escort
ing General Ducrot, who arrived on the
scene, carried torches with the long
butts resting in their stirrups, but the
darkness seemed danser for the few
scattered lights, and Bourke was glad
OF the lantern he still held to guide
himself across the bridge and through
ducky alleys toward the Boulevard st.
Michel. AS he stopped at the Cafe
Cardinal to swallow little brandy he
heard soldier say that a company of
carbineers under Captain Speyer had
sacked house on the ramparts dur
ing the riot at the Hotel de Vile.
What house?'' said Bourke pushing
through the group that surrounded the
soldier.
L don't know replied the cavalry
man. 1T was somewhere on the Rue
d Ypres." He added mischievously:
You needn't look so frightened, my
friend, unless it was your house. Hevl
Wait! Sacre. now dune pipe!-take a
drink with US, comrade"
But Bourke had already vanished.