Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-04-23

balance would decide his fate. and he knew
You. gentlemen" he said. violently. ARE
here on vile Grand Are you not blush
ing for Your uniform. Capt. Flourens? And
you. NJ. Nictorien Sardou. with your clay
mask of face, and you, Armand Gou-
zien-''
Fo2 second rage choked him.
What do you want of me. gentlemen"
he said controlling mis- passion with an eff
fort. IL have made a promise. and you
will find that l will keep it, If Gen. Trochue
has deserted the empress, make the most
of it. Let God deal with him. For me, 1
am here to stay. Say so to your mob
At this moment roar arose from the
crowd outside. The empress is gone! The
empress is gone! To the palace! To the
palace! Tie empress is gone
The crowd started forward. Then, as the
soldiers silently brought their rifles to a
charge, the people fell back crushing and
trampling in their hurry to regain the
pavement.
Look out, Bourke,' said young man in
English, dragging his companion away
ficm the gate; "there'N be a panic if the
troops fire. Come on; let's get out of this
Look" said his comraGe eagerly look,
they've lowered The flag on the cupola. Do
you see Jim? The empress has left the
Tuileries,S
The crowd saw ii too. and tumult arose.
answered by 'ociferous cheering from the
packed masses in the Rue de Rivoli
"Vive la republique. Down with the en-
pire,"
"Hurrah for the republic shouted
Bourke, laughing and waving his hat
Hardwood, why the devil don't you
cheer?
Malet and Shannon. two fellow war cor
respondents. passed and called out to them
in English, Hollow, you fellows. It's all
over. The empress has gone
Wait for us motioned Bourke. But
already the others were lost in the crowd,
which now bcsln 10 pour along the face of
the park parapets toward the river.
Bourke. his arm linked in Harewoods,
struggled for a while 10 keep his course to
the Rue Royale. bat the pressure and shout
ing and torrents of dust confused him, and
he let himself go.
''Confound it," he gasped this is almost
! stampede. Keep your feet. Jim. if you
want to live to get out. l hope the en-
press is safe.
Where are our horses" asked Hare
wood struggling to keep with his comrade.
In the arcade OF the Continental Good
heavens. JIM, his crush is frightful," he
said. Selling bar of the railing behind
them Climb up and over. II is the only
way"
They'll shoot you from the palace. cried
dozen voices.
I'D rather be shot than squa shed" re-
piled Bourke. clanbering up and over the
gilded railing.
| in moment Hardwood sprang to the
! turf beside him. painting and perspiring.
NOW mCtioned Bourke, and they Gid
! ed across the terrace OF the orangerie and
! let themselves down into the street. dirty,
bruised and breathless
At the end of the street toward the Place
! de Ia Concorde mob furnishing clubs and
knives, was vainly trying to scale the para
| pets of the gardens, shouting. Death,
Death to the empress, but "a squad of
| mounted police held the parapets and ham
| mered the more ven,uresome of the people
! with the fats of their swords Several line
| soldiers and Mobile officers Joined the po-
| lice; on the other hand the mob increased
I
| swelled to a solid roar. Death to the en-
press, Remember Sedan"
| Among group of frightened pedestrians
| who had been blocked on the quay between
| both mobs were two ladies. Bourke caught
! a glimpse of their light summer gowns as
! he crept along by the quay wall One Of
| the ladies carried covered basket which
| she held close to her breast. Both were in
| helpless CONSERVATION. daring neither to
| proceed nor to return to the quay alone
where already the mob had seized the Bat
teau Mouche. CRYING. On to St. Cloud!"
! See those girls cried Bourke "They'u
| get into that crush in moment, Jim,
| they'll be trampled."
| Hardwood started across the street lust
as the young lady who carried the basket
| turned and FASTENED toward the Louvre
where a cab stood close to the gutter Her
! companion followed, running ahead in her
anxiety and calling to the cab driver who
| however. shook his head. refusing to move
| AS HARDWOOD came up. the girl who car
! RED the basket shrank back looking Mt him
with startled eyes, but he raised his hat
| and then turncl tC the cabman. We want
| you, he said sharply.
Il am engaged. | was told to wait for
! the Austrian amhass&d dor said the driver.
adding impudently: Are you his excel
| lency. NJ. Metternich?'
! You must take these ladies'" said Hare
wood. They can't stay here-the police
| may fire at any moment"
| Monsieur said the cabby sarca stically
| can ] pass that mob with my cab?'
| You can pass insisted Bourke ito the
| place St. Germain-TAuxerrois- lead
/ the horse" and he laid one hand on the
| bit.
Before the cabman could protest. Hare
wood flung open the door, saying Mes
| DANES. there is no time to Ioser' while
| Bourke scowled back at the driver and
| shook his fist. Pig of a cabman he
whispered drive slowly or III push you
| into the river
| Hardwood was alighting as he closed the
CAB door and spraEg TO the other side of
the horse.
| Now, Bourke." he said. touch up your
| jehu.
| Bourke uttered another awful threat and
| sigEaled the cabby. The latter obeyed
/ with a despairing grimace, and the horse
| moved off along the quay, the two young
| fellows walking on either side of the horse S
| head.
In moment they were in the crowd that
| surrounded the gaze of the CaIrousel, but
| the crowd Was not very compact, and they
| threaded their way slowly. amid cheering
and singing and savage yells, Death, death
| to the empress"
| Poor thing" said Hardwood. Hang
| these ragamdfiin cutthroats. Go slowly
| Bourke. Hello, what's up now?'
| From the stairway the south colon
| made of the Louvre a group of ladies and
| gentlemen were issuing. Hurriedly they
| traVersed the court to The street gate
| where mob of louEgers stood staring up
| at the gray facade. rs of the party
| lady heavily yelled In crepe. stepped out
to the sidewalk. a gamin clnging to the
| gate pred up shrily:
| That's the empress"
| Instantly of the gentlemen In at
| tondarce seized the urchin by one ear and
! boxed the other undly, saying: IN
| each you TO shout 'Nive la Prusse!"
| For a moment the knot of tdlers laugh
| cd. Then some one III the crowd said dis
| tinctly: IAN the same. that Is the en-
| press"
silence followed. broken by a single
voice, low, but perfectly distinct: Death
to the empress!'
! There was restless movement, a quick
pressing forward of wicked faces, a shuttle
| of heavy shoes In second the crowd
doubled itself If by magic: voices rose
harsh and oninous. Somebody struck the
iron railing with a Steel-banded club.