The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-07-04

that opportunity by sending Mehemet Ali
and the monkey also, which made two
mouths less TO feed in case of famine.
Down in the callar Yolette stood, piling
timed fruit and vegetable against the
division wall, aided by Red Riding Hood.
At the child's request Yolette was varying
the monotony of their toll by telling a
fairy story. Red Riding Hood listened
Igravely as Yolette continued:
And the princess waited and waited
for her dear prince, who had gone to
fight the werewolf. And he did not re-
! turn"
II know" said the child. what you
mean
What. .sE1 asked J, Xolette abseatly; .so
princess is Mile. Hide
And the werewolf" said Yolette,
family amused.
1.-The were-wolf-that is the Prussan
army Yolette's face sobered.
The Prussians are very cruel and very
fierce-like the werewolf" she said.
Come little one, we must go to the
At the top of the cellar stairs they met
| Bourke. His serious face changed when
not escaped her.
Breakfast is ready she said quietly
! II have not yet breakfasted myself. Shall
She led the way into the dining room
and closed the door. He put his arms
around her and looked into her clear eyes.
1T is bad news?" she said slowly.
Eyes, Yolette."
''Not--not about NJ. Harewood:"
| mol hope not
| TELL me-. Cecil
Metz has surrendered; Bazaine and his
! army are prisoners.
| Tears filed her eyes.
| what else, Cecil? There is something
yes, there is. lie Bourget was car
ried by assault yesterday forenoon"
| She sat down by the table, nervously
twisting the cloth. He took chair OPP
posite, resting his chin on his hands.
lin was there" he said after silence.
1 nov how h
''Yes, he will come back to Paris, be-
cause the sortie has failed to pierce the
German lines"
HE should have come back last
night" said Yolette.
| Bourke nodded silently.
'And because he has not yet returned
| you are worried, continued Yolette. Her
| hand stole across the table and his own
frightened over it.
He has been delayed-thats ALL said
| Bourke. making an effort to shake off his
I'VE will say nothing to Hide about it,
| mo, not to Hide" murmured Yolette.
Red Riding Hood entered bearing the
breakfast covers. Hide came in a mo-
ment later and looked anxiously at
| Bourke.
| He smiled cheerily and began to read
! from the morning paper aloud, how NJ.
Theirs. who had been trotting around all
over Europe to enlist the sympathies of
| just returned from Vienna, and had en-
| tered Paris with Bismarck's kind per-
mission. 1t seems that Mr.. Theirs had
! sounded England, Russia, Austria and
| ITALY. and found them in accord with
himself that an armistice should suspend
hostilities for a while until national
of peace discussed with Bismarck and
his sentimental sovereign. Hide scarce
| ly listened. Yolette nibbled her toast,
and tried to understand diplomatic mud
die that needed older brains than hers to
! solve.
Outside in the street the newsboys were
| 0< 81
Fall of Metz Terrible disaster at LIE
and WOundedr'
! Bourke tried to keep Hides attention;
! she smiled at him and held out an extra
that she had already bought and de-
Voured.
''he was not hurt. SeeI Here are the
names"
She kept her eyes on Bourke as he read
the long columns of dead, wounded and
missing. When he finished she said:.
viii he come back to Paris now?'
Il hope So" said Bourke. Perhaps
the Mouse is with him. Heavens What
mess Trochu mode of it at LIE Bourget.
1t seems that General Bellemare was alb
sent in Paris when the Prussians fell on
LIE Bourget. It's somebody's fault-that's
clear-and very safe to say he added
with an attempt at gayety that deceived
no one.
Red Riding Hood. who now always held
herself straight as an arrow when people
spoke of SoldierS-for had not her father
died in uniform? said in a clear voice:
IF the Prussians are in LIE Bourget-are
Good for your said Bourke, heartily
Let Metz fall, let Strasbourg tumble
down, let LIE Bourget blow up. we are in
Paris, two young ladies', a young man
and Red Riding Hood. Viva la Francei"
They all smiled a little. Bourke went
out laughing, quite confident he had dis
again. He buttoned his overcoat close to
the throat and hurried away on his daily
visit to the war office.
The streets he traversed were filled with
people, the place Saint-Sulpice was black
with mob shouting and gesticulating,
Down with the ministry! Resigni" 1t
was impossible to approach the war Of
flee. The place de rHotel de Vile. the
square in front of the Louvre, the gar
dens of the Luxembourg, were swarming
with excited crowds. indignant at the
which they considered preliminary to the
surrender of Paris-furious at the news
from Metz. and hysterical over the dis
aster of LIE Bourget.
At o'clock that morning the carbineers
had marched into Paris. spreading the
report that LIE Bourget had been betrayed
to the Prussians. that they had escaped
after prodigies of heroism and that the
government was responsible for every
thing.
Bourke hoisted himself upon the railing
of the Luxembourg, looked out over the
vast throng toward a window, where,
hedged in by the bayonets of the carbin-
GERS, Buckhurst sat, pale and impossible
beside Flourens. Mortier had just fin
ished venomous grafton. and F'lourens,
booted and spurred. had risen and was
facing the mob. His handsome face
grew red with excitement. his gestures
became more violent as the roar of an
probation increased. ''Vive Flourens!
Down with the government" The speech
was q passionate plea for the commune
and a pledge that the city would never
surrender.
what is this senile ministry that it
should seek peace for us who demand
war; war; wari What was its price when
Metz was sold. when LIE Bourget went up
in flames? The day will come when the
government must answer to the COM
mune, and the day of atonement shall be
terrible"
The uproar was frightful The carbin-
GERS discharged their rifles in the air and
shouted. ''Vive la Communer
A mob of national guards cheered them
vociferously. In the midst of the din
Buckhurst rose. Slowly his white. impas-
sive face bent TO meet the sea of upturned
faces. The drums were silenced the ex-
plosion of rifles ceased. the harsh yells
died away.
1.-The ministers" he said. in low voice,
ARE at the Hotel de Vile. The govern
claimed. Who will follow me to the Hotel
de Ville?"
There came a laundering shout, ''For-
ward!" The throng surged, swung back
drums rolling, bayonets slantins, wheeled
out into the boulevard st. Michel.
Bourke followed the crowd. now almost
entirely composed of national guards,
fans from Belleville. AS they marched
they beloved the "Carmagnole," the sin
lister blasts of the buglers, the startling
crash of drums, the trample and shouting
combined in one hideous pandemonium of
deafening suond. As they poured through
the Rue de RiVOli and flooded the SQUARE