Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-06

eyes. After all she was but slip Of
a girl to be at the head OF so turbulent
a mass Of hungry and protesting wo-
men Maybe it was her fragile figure,
her almost babyish manner that had so
suddenly won the sympathy of the dis
hevelled and bedraggled throng. But
putting forth all her energy she now
marched on, carrying the rusty pike
awkwardly but still vigorously across
her shoulder.
Juliette, tall and Hthe-limbed. with
dark hair streaming in the breeze, her
| black eyes cleaning like coal and her
features quivering with emotion, slip
ped to the other side of the coarse
featured and little-speaking woman.
1T is to Versailles?" she said, in lit
tie more than a whisper to this woman.
YES" she got answer in sulky tone,
but the woman never turned her head.
Louise started when she heard the
voice of Juiette. She would have run
to her as to sister but the grip of the
old woman was on her wrist, and when
she made movement it frightened like
vice 1t told her better than words
she was to remain in her present posi-
ton.
The dull grey of the morning broke
and found the women still marching
on to Versailles. Tiredness of body
had done something towards soothing
the Glamour of voices in that long
march Just as the sun rose over the
trees and began to struggle with sickly
smile through the dripping misty air,
the procession reached the great gates
that opened the way to the avenue lead
ing to Versailles. The tramp was over.
Realisation of something definitely ae-
complished took possession of the mob
and rent the air with a long hoarse
shout.
The gates were locked, and behind
them marched soldiers with loaded
muskets.
Down with the gates. On TO the
palace" was the eager advice of many.
The older women however, were not
so hasty. They had no inclination to
rush upon the guns.
"The King and Queen must hear us,
suddenly shouted the woman with the
sour face, who, in the morning light
lowered inches above those around
her I'VE will let their Majesties
know we are here
Long live the KING" rose the cry.
Long live the Queen" came an
other shout.
King and bread; bread for the hun
CRY ones of Paris was the sad wall
that broke forth and rolled up the ave
nue. to the palace itself.
Rumor had already carried the news
to the National Assembly. just then
meeting in the great hall of the palace.
There was running TO and fro be-
tween the Kings apartments ami the
room set apart for the President of the
National Assembly News was brought
that the weird pinched faces of the
starvelngs of Paris were pressed to
the bars of the great gates. and that
ever the shout was: q" Bread bread,
and audience of the King"
President Mounier and the delegates
and a handful of the Kings chamber
lains walked in slow procession down
the avenue to where the seethtng
crowd was held in check by the iron
bars.
The frenzied women thought their
hour of deliverance had come. With
voices ehoked with tears they cried
again and again Long live the
King"
1t was President Mounier who first
spoke. "Mesdames, he said, while a
momentary oppressive hush fell Mes
danes. what can I do for you?"
A babel of sounds brust forth. Lean
arms were stretched forth, lean lips
shouted inarticularly. But the shout
that triumphed over all was: Bread,
bread, and audience of the King"
President Mounier, slow, cautious,
and not given to hasty promising, con-
ferred with the Chamberlains. All the
time conflicting shouts thrilled through
the air.
Those of the women who could see
waiteS with breathless Impotence for
the conference to cease. Those be-
hind. unconscious of what was going
on. bawled and screeched, and while
some cried for vengeance most took up
a variant Of their former words;
Bread, bread, for the starving ones
of Paris"
President Mounier stepped to the
front and raised his hand for audience.
Speaking with cold phrase he said:
"You cannot all here talk to the
King"