The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-07-11
EAE SALT LAKE zzERALD: MONDAY. JULY II. 1895

clutches of Speyer and Buckhurst al
most drove him mad. He shrank from
going back to Yolette. He could not
bear to see. her grief. He thought of
! Hardwood. How could he face him
when he returned One thing he re-
alized-that he must make an effort 10
find Hide at once, whatever happened
to the government in the meantime.
The American minister could not aid
him, for there was no responsible au-
thority to apply TO in Paris, except
, General Trochu, and Bourke had al
ready seen enough of that official
Suppose he should go TO Belleviile?
IT was not yet daylight Perhaps dawn
would be the safest time to venture
through that quarter; anarchists and
kindred ruffianS nrowl late and sleep
late He rose to his feet and looked
out across the dim city. Far away in
the north he saw the Sombre profile of
Montmartre and the heights OF the
Buttes Chaumont. Before he started
he went back TO the house and took q
revolver from Harewood's dismantled
desk. Then he went noiseiessly down
the stairs again and FASTENED out into
the city. There was nobody afoot in
the streets but himself.
He went by way of the Luxembourg
and the Boulevard st. MichaI. In the
gardens of the Luxembourg he saw
lights moving, where Sisters of Mercy
were passing among the wounded,
who lay in the temporary hospital be-
hind the palace. As he passed the
lanterns set, swung Eoiselessly below
at their mornings, sinister, shadowy
bulks on the dark side.
He noticed the absence of life on the
boulevard. There were no early We
hicles, no market wagons, no omni-
buses, no pedestrians. Even the spar
rows had vanished: nothing of life
solute. save for the deadened, meas
ured booming of the guns in the south
ern forts. That, too, was inaudibie
when he turned into the ancient Eau
bourg du Temple and began the ascent
Of the silent, foul, greasy streets that
marked the beginning of the revoiu-
tionaYv zoce.
limit is sharply marked by stunted
growth, then rocks.
On Mount Aventin the negotiating
growth of anarchy was marked by
filth. The streets rocked with it; the
unutterably foul canal st. Martin ran
filth; the very balconies sweated it as
the evil gray mist lifted above the ca
nal. higher. higher, exposing the mean,
naked, treeless streets that twisted and
where, crowned and enthroned, sat
anarchy, Matching murder.
The first faint flicker of daylight that
had been struggling through the mist
died out under a sudden burst of rain.
The streets grew darker again. The
rain ragged furiously for a minute or
two, then changed to a thick drizzle.
There were no street lamps lighted
with petroleum. There was not flick
er of light from the long, grizzly rows
of houses, but he knew his way, and
he found it, even in the darkest alleys,
even through dark passages that
reeked like the holds of pest ship.
And at last he came to the church of
Menilmontant Almost at once he saw
what had been done by the insurgents.
The statement of General Trochu had
led him to believe that the church had
been turned into a fortress and strong
ly barricaded The truth was that al
most nothing had been accomplished
towards fortifying Menilmoncant.
Across the street stood a rambling,
psrtly finished barricade of paving
stones. Two houses had been converted
into barracks for the carbineers. This
was patent to anybody, partly because
of the two empty sentry boxes before
each house, partly on account Of strip
of canvas nailed across the front Of the
two houses, on which was painted: