Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-22


cried. I'VE have pleaded with the men.
but tie aristocrats have bough. them, "
Juliette seized a drum from the hands
of young soldier. She threw its band
about her neck. and with the sticks in
her HANDS, began to beat swiftly and
rattlingly. 1t was the signal for the
women 10 form behind her in one tight,
connected body.
TO the Hotel de vilie!" she cried
again and moved across the square.
The revolted soldiers. armed with
drawn sabres, were on guard. They
fixed their blades before them.
.eThe Mayor-we must see the
Mayor!" said Juliette, addressing the
captain.
The soldiers, cowed and crestfallen,
ashamed of the part they were play
ing, stood shoulder to shoulder and
growllngly refused the women to have
passage.
'The Mayor, the Mayor" now be-
came the general cry. 1t was taken up
throughout the ranks of women, SWELL
ed until it became a torrent. But
there was no getting past those gleam-
ing blades or the 1evelled muskets
ranged behind.
The women screeched their hatred Of
the men who had forsaken the cause
The men looked back with darkened,
determined brows.
1.-The Mayor-we must see the
Mayor" shouted Juliette still once
more, and all round swung this vehe-
ment cry.
Entreaty and expostulation were I'M
ayailing.
1--WE will see the Mayor" sharply
declared Juliette, with her passion at
the swapping point. Loosening the
drum, she flung herself among the
ranks of the soldiers. A thousand wo-
men did likewise. 1t was a hot, mad
tussle. Strange, the women prevailed.
1t seemed almost as though Che re-
voting Guards were only half-hearted
in their resistance.
The women tramped up the broad
stone staircase. and overflowed the
wide hall, and never for a moment did
they cease to cry: 1.-The Mayor
where is the Mayor"
With loosened hair hanging in heavy
folds about their shoulders, gangs of
women bnrst into room after room,
searching for the chief magistrate OF
the city. But nowhere was he to be
found.
Let us have pixies" someone cried
and instantly the desire of the mob
was changed.
There was seurrying to the armor-
room. The doors were flung open, and
axes and pixies. and muskets and
spears were torn from their stands.
thrown out to the unbridled mob, and
every woman seized what instrument
of war she could.
For the first time In her life, Juliette
carried a weapon. She knew not how
to use it, but she did know 1t carried
death. Standing on the high steps, she
raised her pike above her head.
ITO Versailles" she cried. 1.-THE
women of Paris will march to Yer
sailles!"
ITO Versailles, to the King and
Queen!" was passed from lip to lip.
Without warning there belched from
the doorway of the Hotel de Vile a sui
phurous cloud.
The women, having stripped the place
of its ornaments row streamed back
into the square, a tumbled mass with
the blue tinge of death upon their lips.
The Hotel de Vile is on fire,''
broke the yell as more women, their
faces blackened with powder, rushed
forth.
1t was an awful sight as the flames
broke through the windows, and with
long fiery tongues began to eat the
building.
The mob moved back to watch.
The afternoon began to wane. The
greyness of approaching night spread
over the city.
Black night was illuminated by the
glare of the burning city hall. 1t
threw ruddy glow on the faces Of the
angry-hearted, starving women of Par
Is
The shouting continued: "To ver-
sailles-to Versailles,"
Fsod had not passed the lips of JUL
iette since early morning and then it
had been sparse. AS she now moved
among the people, giving to weaker
sisters some Of her own ardent impulse,
cheering the weeping mothers, receiv-
Ing the plaudits of admiring groups,
the effect Of spent nature began to as
sert itself. She grew dizzy as she leant
against one Of the carts that had trund-
led into the square She wondered
what had hecoma of tha little louise