Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-08

| dying, and starving, not Tor our 1aults
| but for the faults of the rich and the
Court these five hundred years? We
| are not sluggards-we are the working
| women of Paris. / am a working wo-
man-many Of you know me, Juliette
| Marigny, of the Market"
Long live Juliette Marigny!" swept
| from one side of the square to the
! other.
Eyes, | work in the Market, like
many of you. / sold my flowers, and
made a hard living for those dependent
on me. But nobody wants flowers now
| They stink and rot, and | starve as you
starve, and my sister s~taryes, too, nigh
to the brave, as you have daughters
starving because there is no one to give
bread. Bread! only bread, that is all
we want"
There was a sorrowful entreaty in
the words that went to the hearts of
the listeners. A low murmur filled the
| air.
when our starved men marched to
| Versailles to ask the King for bread
| they were shot, they were killed-killed
because they had children who were
hungry. And that old man, that old
sooffer at the misery of the poor, who
jeeringly told us if we were hungry,
we could eat grass-what Of him."
The question was powder to the
frenzied.
The mob beloved and screamed In
madness.
Down with the aristocrats! To the
lamp-posts with the aristocrats! Bread
bread, who will find US bread? Is
there no one to help? Poor France
poor Franee!" Many were the cries.
10 the lamp-post, yes!" exclaimed
Juiiette, flushed. Yes, it was to the
lamp-post with the mocker of our woes
oh, when our men caught him, how he
pleaded for mercy. But the hour had
gone by for mercy. They crowned hhn
with a crown of grass! They swung
his body to a lamp-post till he died;
they stuck a grass sod in his mouth,
and dragged his carcase through the
streets. That is the penalty of those
who scott at woes. We are mad; we
are beside ourselves; We know not
which way to turn. But are we to sit
still and hunger ana die? Are those
that we love to hunger and die? Can
we women Of Paris do nothing? The
Queen OF France is a woman; has she
not a heart other than stone? When
the men of Paris went to Versailles.
they were %shot-they were shot. What
will the fate of the women be?"
Shoot us down as a rabble!" yelled
a wasnerWoman near by.
I'VE are no rsbble!" was the sharp
answer of Juliette Marigny. But we
may become a rabble, if we are driven
further to madness. We ask for JUS
| tice, blessed justice; we ask for bread,
not grass; and, oh, we ask for a kindly
thought"
1t was a rough, uneven, passionate
speech Of an excited woman, whose
feelings were in ill-control. This mo-
ment she was fiery-tongued, denounc-
ing the ~wickedness OF the rich; the
next a lutelike softness came into her
voice as she spoke Of the awful pitiful-
ness of the poor. Every word seemed
to melt with a tear.
Her personality, her tall figure and
wide shoulders, the white pulsing
breast, the carmine color on the alabas-
ter cheek, the shapely modelled fea-
lures. the diamond-like CLEAN Of the
eyes, the red cap on the black hair
captivated the mob.
When she was making a womanly
appeal they hung upon her words as
If she were inspired.
When she was declamatory they were
like a tempestuous sea.
Little more than an hour back Jul
liette Marigny was a market-woman
of Paris. Now, by strange circum-
stances, she was the acclaimed leader
OF her desperate sisters. Regulations
were made quickly in those troublous
| times of the Great Revolution.
A piercing scream from the far edge
Of the crowd interrupted the nervous
ond oyoited orator
Everybody turned.
The rafting clatter of horses hoofs
upon the cobbles could be heard.
"The soldiers! The soldiers OF the
rich have beer -eut to cut us down,
Oh, misery"
Dismay seized the throng. The only
escape would have been down the very
I street from where the noise of ap-
preaching hoofs proceeded, the rioters
would have rushed right into the
| sabres of the military.
| Disorder and riot broke loose. The
women who had so loudly demanded
vengeance blanched with fear. Dis
tractedly many seized their hair and
rent it.