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

held prisoner by a mob of anarchists;
the city itself was besieged by the
enemy. War without: revolution
within. What would happen in "a
hours-time enough for any one of the
thousands OF German spies to carry
the news to Bismarck?
As he stood there in the shattered
hall. half stifed with the vile atmO-
sphere, crowded. pushed. showed and
cursed by drunken carbineers and
Belleville ruffians, a thought came TO
him that if General Trochu had mes
sengeF something might be done. He
looked across at the general, hoping
however. he met the gloomy gaze of
Jules Favre. and without a moment
hesitation stepped up beside him.
''Quickr' he said. Can I carry any
message for you? l am an American
correspondent. Don't look at me when
you answer"
There is a battalion of Breton mo-
biles at the Napoleon barracks. They
are loyal The barracks connect with
ths Hotel de Vile by an underground
tanneI." Jules FaTre spoke in Il quiet
voice, looking out of the window as he
spoke, his back turned to BOurke. The
young man heard every word. He
dared not answer. He fingered mo-
meat. gazing about with pretended
curiosity ut the wrecked chamber then
slowly turned and started toward the
door. As nc was passing OUT somebody
touched his sleeve. He looked up.
Buckhurst stood beside him. Bourke
stepped back
Buckhurst cooked his revolver. All
eyes were fixed Oh the two.
Where are you going?" asked Buck
hurst, in mis- placid voice.
about my business" said Bourke,
steadily.
Buckhursts pale eyes contracted. A
spasn twitched the muscles of his
clean-cut Jaw. 1t was his way of
laughing.
Get back there" he said. placing
the tip Of one slim finger on Bourke's
breast. II know you and your friend
Hardwood"
And 1 know you. said Bour,ze,
coolly. AS he spoke, he saw he had
made a mistake. II ever a face ex-
pressed murder, Buckhurst's face at
that moment meant it. His .colorless
eyes blazed. his thin lips scarcely
parted, as he said: You will know me
better presently"
Flourens, standing on marble table,
bent nearer TO listen; MoTtiers de-
formed head cTaned up over his desk
with evil eagerness. A Gardiner sud
denly struck Bourke with the butt of
his rifle full in the chest and sent him
4CNli4ieS Do~N N4AS W oil NICAiSA Oh
Trochu sprang forward to interpose,
Jules Favre tried to force his way TO
Bourkes side but the carbineerS thrust
them back savagely.
THAT man is a government spy"
said Buckhurst. He has watched us
at the Undertaker's. Now he comes
here with secret intelligence for Mon
sieur Favre."
1T is mistake began jules Favre.
haughtily, but was sternly silerced by
Flourens.
What do we do with SPIES sug-
gested RGckhuTst. looking up at Nor
tier and raising his revolver signifi-
cantly
A Gardiner. beside him made lunge
with his bayoner ct Bourke. The blow
failed to reach him, because Buck
hurst gave the fellow a, violent push.
Don't be too Jealous. my friend, -
he sneered. 1T viii be more amusing
in MY way"
Bourl1e, breathing heavily from the
blow on the chest, stood with his back
10 the wall, glaring at Buckhurst.
You id cutthroat! he said, you
ran away from America to save your
neck You're a thief, forger, a muir
derer, and a communist. but you dare
not lay your hands on an American
citizen in Paris
IF that young man is an American
citizen, be careful, cried Flourens,
drs snatically