The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-07-25

the minister. in some heat, denounced
those responsible for the bombardment,
ana promised 10 protest against the de-
struction OF foreign eonsulates and en-
oasS-es- So BourSe came back TO the
Kue Serpente. worried and anxious. for IL
was not possible Tor him 10 go to the
Nanterre fort and leave lolette and Hide
alone, without the protection of response
bic people He and Yolette sat up late
INTO the night discussing the situation.
Hide lay on the bed, listening, perhaps.
but she offered no suggestions About
midnight HE'D RdinE hoOW awose >On-
ping from hunger and TOILETTE comforted
inc child, saving goodnight to Bourke.
ana Kissing her sister tenderly.
Listen, Hide she said. Cecil is going
10 the Nanterre fort. so YOU must not be
SO sad, my darling. Look up at me- little
sister. am not selfish and heartless, af-
ter all. Cecil must so.
l will go as soon as you and Hide are
IN safe quarters, began Bourke, but
hide sat up on the bed and forbade him
10 go. 1T is enough that one life is in
DANGER she said. Your place is here.
with 4o,ette- You can do nothing for
MN he is IN the Classmates and under
meGicai atten dance. What could you dor
Il shall so when / see YOU and Yolette
secure, repeated Bourke.
Secure? How?r asked Hide. bitterly.
Your embassy has no room for us: and
do you think NJ. Bismarck will order his
cannoneets TO fespect any part of the city !.
Tho people in the street say that converts
ana hospitals have been struck repeated
poor?''
II w2s the first time that Yolefte had
ever heard Hide sneak with bitterness
Bourke. too, looked at her sharply Won
dering al the change in the geatle, re-
served girl he had known.
mo. continued Hide rapidly, mol no.
no!-the Prussians spare neither young
nor old. man nor woman, You cannot
go, Cecil; Nolette needs you now if ever.
She rose. putting her arms around Yo-
Lot frlor 1Nasa h. y 90
TO the Nanterre fort. II is wrong for him
pose his life"
''Confound it," said Bourke helplessIy.
I'm go 10 him if il were at the south
pole. but can't leave Yoiette IN danger:
my skin il no longer my own 10 risk"
Nor was his, said Hide sravely; and
she vert into her own room and closed
the door
The night was bitter cold; the frost COW
ered the window aanes with mossiike
tracery. silvered by a pale radiance from
without. And Hide. opening the windoe.
looked off over the dark city and saw the
midnight heavens blazing with stars. Her
cheeks We're burning now: the lev air
seemed grateful. After little she closed
the window, fearing the cold might harm
the others. Rut there was short ladder
in the hallway. leading To- the scuttle.
and she found it ana climbed up anc out
onto the roof. Her hot cheeks and aching
eyes grew no cooler in the freezing wind.
She even threw back her shawl and barred
her white throat
The heavens were respondent; the ire
mendous sky-vault far reaching. fathom-
less. was busted with myTiadS OF stars
among which. deep set, the. splendid
planets sparkled, and the gigantic constel-
lation traced their signs in arcs and
angles and gem-set circles that Spanned
the diamord-showered heavens from hozi-
zon to horizon.
Spire on splre the city lowered, doomed
battlementeC, magnificent in the star
light..the beautiful, sinful city, whose
lacelike spires and slender pinnacles rose
from squares and streets where men lay
dying by the score from lack a. bread.
There was starlight on the bridges, on the
cuays, on the carved facades OF palaces,
on the strange towers OF st. Sulpice.
The Jeweler spire of the ST. Chapelle, the
silvery dome of st. Jacques loomed dis
tinctly from the endless mass of house
and palace monument and church. In the
east an enormous bulk detached Itself
against the sky-the Pantheon, In the
north the stupendous twin towers of
of ROOF and chimney. And through the
world of shade and shadOwy silhouette
wound the star-tinted, ghostly rivera
phantom tide. spanned by a score of fairy
their own reflections in the frozen, ice
bound stream.
And now. far beyond the walls, Hide
could see the forts. The tiny flashes ran
from east 10 west. then south then back
again. a running chain of sparks. The
solid thunder rolled and surged
wave AFTER wave. ndTnlOn-
ious, interminable. On the heights OF
Meudon, Clamart, and Chatilon the
flicker of the PruSsian guns ran parallel
to the flashes from the forts OF the south
and west; their shells were falling on the
Point du Jour
Hide could see the bright reflections of
fires along the frozen river. the red smoke,
the nearer blasts from the great guns on
the ramparts. Overhead raced the shells
streaming by with kindling wakes of
sparks dropping and fading one by one.
Then, from Mont Velerien. rockets tow
cred to tho zenith. and drifted and faded
while the Point du Jour answered. rocket
on rocket. and the bastions re-echoed with
the double thunder of the shotted guns.
Could that be real war? This Venetian
fete of colored fires. rookie s, .llUminat ons
dull reports: Harki The jar of a great
iron bell came ouavering over the city
The faint rattle of drums broke out across
the river-the tocsin and the alarm Hide
did not hear them. She was talking to
herself. under her breath. counting the
forts on her slender fingers. Issy, Van
yes Mont Valerien, st. Denis. o, then
there must lie the Nanterre fort-there
where the darkness is shot with streak
after streak OF flannel At last she knew.
The fort was silent now. but within her
breast a voice spoke. And she listened
leaning from the iron railing. She knew
that Gods justice was passing-passing
in fire through the heavens above the
city-the fair city brought low In shame
For the night of atonement was at hand