The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-07-27
THE ARRIVAL OF DREYFUS.

THE ARRIVAL OF DREYTUs.
| Ugh! 1t began to grow coid no"
with this keen wind Of dawn Every
| body was growing silent; the wet was
soaking through their boots; their feet
were CALLED on the cobbes. Hardly
anybody was walking now, hardly any
body talking. The blue black sky was
tinged with violet now, and the scent OF
| hay stole on to the air. Turn one way,
and you We're in the tightening, fresh
| ening, chaste- colored dawn; the other,
and you saw silent clump of black
people motionless in an island of yellow
glare from one gas lamp. There is
is always something of miracle in
day break--the new life and light
| creeping in on you so imperceptibly TIL
| suddenly you are astonlshed that the
| night has vanished without warning,
| Here the sensation was underlined, II
was almost indecent, almost mon
strosity that this black group in the
garish light remained just as they were
| last and refused to be transferred with
the rest Of the world.
But that for another reason; mean
while what on earth has become or
Dreyfus? The change from night to
day woke everybody up to the truth that
they had waited and he had not come.
What does it mean? Where are the
leading journalists? Perhaps at the tel
egraph, perhaps at the station; anyhow
not here. II grows lighter and lighter;
they would never bring him in by day.
light. A cab drives up from the sta
,e, ~ ~ Ia en-
and instantly the whole crowd Is about
Il. The officials at the station are
bowled over; they cannot understand 1t.
The special train was to come-nas not.
The projects secretary has gone home.
And as the cab perplexed and frantic,
clattered off towards the telegraph,
there stamp along the pavement the
clogs of the first workingman
Another disappointment. The merely
curious had begun to drain away with
the first breath of day; now the crowd
melted quicker and quicker till hardly
more than a score were left. Two
nights without sleep" grumbled n
white-faced correspondent; five" cor
reefs him one who can hardly keep his
eyes open. Well, we must resign our
selves. And yet, there seems no doubt
he started. The streets are filing up
fast now with workpeople and carts,
yet the prison gate Is quite solitary.
will take this end, you that; give him
another hour.
As I stood alone-the one left of hun
dreds-and watched the gate, it stealth
lily haf-opened, A gendarme put his
head out and put it back. After all,
what was there in that? A gendaCme
appeared around the street corner,
knocked at the gate, went in, came out
again in moment, and went away.
After all, why should not a gendarme
have business In a prison? Quarter to
six, nearly six, and, 0 Lord. I'm sleepy.
This really is getting too-I1i! A yell
from the watcher at the other end of
the street, and he whips out of sight
round the corner AS l am getting
started after him he whips back again,
a tearing crowd at his heels. Heavens,
they are coming to my corner! l tear
back and round-and he Is come.
Two carriages are driving rapidly
toward me- And the dead walled street
ten seconds ago so empty that you
would say nobody had passed down 1t
since it was made, is sWarning full of
gendarmes. Out Of doors, down from
over walls, out Of the very
ground, it seems, they spring and scam
per. A frantic cry from one Of the
and both check to let the gen.
darmes get in front. The first dashes
past me, screaming, Move on! Move
on!' hardly articulate in his excitement |
His fellows rushed up just in time to
meet the crowd rushing up from the !
other way. They form a line across
the street, and make a barrier Of car
bines held athwart their bodies. Back! |
Move on! Back, back! A little man in |
a sweater appears behind them. in COM |
mand, he, too, screaming Back, back!" |
The carriages now appear again round |
the corner; the gate in the street Is sud |
denly seen to OPEN The first carriage |
rolls in; men jump from the second and |
rush in after it. Gendarrnes still on |
your toes public still on your heels, |
Back, back!" still bawled down your |
Lhroat--and the door is shut and Drey- |
fus is inside The gendarmes halt and |
ire silent; their Gordon bars the street. |
The crowd resumes its old occupation |
II looking intently at nothing.
Nine hours of watching two minutes |
If seeing. But two minutes of seeing |
almost worth watching for-the best |
neatest quickest bit of stage |
management in the history of govern |
nent. You rubbed your eyes and Won |
Tered if it was real; a a word you |
would almost have resumed Watching
again.
Bravo MasSjalrs tha a1thnritiac,
J. w. Stevens in London Daily Mail
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