Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1901-03-05
The bQtIed PeTe-|Q-ChQEe
} A STORY OF THE
) PARIS COMMUNE.
BY Alphonse Daudet.

z Founders and a miltrailleuse of the
new kind.
They took position right above the
cemetery, and as that part was in my
beat it was l who had to meet them.
Their mitrailleuse was there at that
corner of the path near my box, their
guns little lower on the level. a
AS soon as they came they made me
open several chapelS. l thought they
were going to smash and plumber ey-
erything down there, but the officer
kept good order and, putting himself
right in the middle, made them a little
speech: 1.-THE first hog that touches
anything, I'll smash his jaw for him!
Break ranks
He was an old man, all gray, with
the Crimean and Italian medals, and
didn't have an easy going way about
him. The men took it as settled, and
1 will do them the justice to say that
they did not take a thing from the
monuments, not even the Duke of Nor
ny's crucitix, which they say is worth
1000 francs by itself.
For all that, they were a lot of ras-
Gals, these gunners of the commune.
Second rate artillerymen, they did not
dream of anything except to swallow
down their big pay, three francs fifty.
You ought to have seen the life they
led here in the cemetery. They slept
in heaps in the vaults in MOrny's, in
Favronne's, that beautiful tomb OF
Favronne, where the emperor's nurse
is buried.
They put their wine to cool down in
the Champeaux vault, where there is
a spring Then they had their women
come. The whole night they drank
and boozed. All. you'd have thought
the dead people would have heard their
jokes!
All the same, in spite of their clumsi-
ness, these robbers did Paris a great
deal of damage Their position was so
fine. From time to time would come
an order: Fire at the Louvre! Fire at
the Palais Royalw Then the old sol
dier would aim the guns, and the petro-
leum shells would fall into the city at
every discharge.
What was going on down below no
body knew exactly. We heard the fir
ing coming nearer, little by little, but
the communists did not disturb them
selves about that. 1t did not seem pos
sible that the Versailles troops could
advance under the cross fires from
Chaumont, Montmartre and Pere-la-
Chaise. What brought them to their
senses was the first shell the sailors
sent us when they reached the Mont
martre hill. They expected it so little!
AS for me. was right in the middle
of them all, leaning against the Morny
monument, busy smoking my pipe.
When heard the shells coming, just
had time to throw myself fiat on the
ground. At first our artillerymen be-
some comrade on a spree.
But that was just the beginning! At
the end OF five minutes there was
Montmartre blazing out again and an
other big bombshell coming down upon
us just as straight as the first. This
IllIC NY lCI llCII anu LII
trailleuse lie where they were and
stretched their legs to save themselves.
The cemetery wasn't big enough for
them. They kept crying out: 1--WE are
betrayed! We are betrayedw
The old fellow, left there alone under
the shells, stood like a brave devil in
the middle of his battery and cried
with rage 20 see his gunners had de-
serted him.
All the same, toward evening, at pay
time, some of them came back to him.
Hold on, sir; look at my proofs. There
are still the names of those who came
to draw their pay that evening. The
old man called out their names and
wrote them down as they came along:
'Sidaine, present; Chomleyras, pres
ent; Billot, Vollon."
AS you see, they were not more than
four or five, but they brought their wo-
men with them. All, / shall never for
get that pay night! Down there Paris
was blazing, the Hotel de Vile, the ar
senal, the warehouses, full of goods.
In Pere-le-Chaise you could see as in
broad daylight. The Federals tried to
settle down to their guns again, but
they were not enough, and then Mont
martre made them afraid Then they
went down into a vault and set to
drinking and singing with their wench-
es. The old man had seated himself
between these two big stone figures at
the door of the Favronne tomb and
was staring at burning Paris with a
terrible look. You might have said
that he suspected it was his last night
From this time on l do not know
very well what happened. l had gone
to our place-that little hut you see
down there hid in the branches. was
very tired. l lay down, all dressed, on
my bed, keeping my lamp lighted as if
1t were a stormy night. All of a sud
den there was rough knocking at the
door. My wife, all in a tremble, went
to open it. We believed we were going
TO see more Federals. 1t was the navy
"a captain, ensigns, a surgeon. They
said to me: Get up! Make US some
Coffee
got up. 1 made the coffee for them.
You could hear in the cemetery a muir
muir, a confused movement, as If all
the dead people were rousing them
selves for the last Judgment. The Off
GERS drank very quickly. standing up;
then they took me outside with them.
The place was full CO soldiers and
sailors. Then they put me at the head
Of squad. and they set Us 10 search
the cemetery, tomb by tomb. From
time TO time the soldiers would see the
leaves stir and would fire q shot down
a path at a bust or a grating. Here
and there we found some unlucky fell
low hid away in a corner of chapel
That is what happened to my friends
the artillerymen. l found them all,
men and women, in a heap near nv
box, the old man with his medals on
top. 1t wasn't cheerful thing to see
in the cold Of the early dawn B-r-r!
But what took me the most was a
long line of national guards they were
bringing out at this moment from La