The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-11-01
PARIS EN- FETE.



King and Queen of Italy.
Correspondence Of the indianapolis Journal.
PARIS, Oct. 1S.-It is curious to see the
French. makers and unmakers of royalty,
who now blazen every edifice with Lib
erte, Egalite ct Fraternit," receiving with
both hands and kiss on each cheek
king and a queen. The welcome given
by President and Madame Loubet has been
enthusiastically applauded by the masses.
for five days all Paris has been en- fete.
and to-day as the cortege drove to the
Care des Invalides the route of departure
was black with people. We saw their high
nesses or rather We saw white hat and
white veil nodding graciously and huge
helmet above a black mustache that also
nodded
And then we saw the outriders, and sure
ly IL is something to see the trappings OF
royalty. We were as near as the naughty
guard would permit. but not sufficiently
near to see the Queens brown eyes, OF
which all Paris is talking, for our opera
glasses had just been stolen. We had sew
eral exasperating experiences in our at
tempts to see a real queen. First, with the
cabmen. Everybody in Paris is so blessed
own way in anything. The first "cocher''
we met declined to drive by the hour; the
second, after ten minutes trot TO the
place where the cortege to pass, not
being able to secure good position, posi-
lively refused TO wait while we went nearer
on foot and yet demanded full fare. 1t is
no use arguing with the French cabmen;
they only get purple in the face. shake
their fist at you and make you feel I'M
comfortably conspicuous. One always pays
and adds the inevitable cents for good
feeling. no matter how full OF wrath he
may be.
We left the cocher to fall into the hands
OF fellow from Victor Hugo's Court of
Miracles. He had raised plank on which
he sold places. We climbed up and were
taking our bearings through the opera
glasses when the crowd began to press. A
woman screamed. We stepped down and
as We did so I dropped the glasses into a
bag. When we again took our stand the
glasses were gone. One fellow crawled on
hands and knees. peering, hunting-we had
offered reward; two creatures, females,
with tangled hair. whom we loathed, while
plying, crept in and out among the throng.
We remembered Lady Somebody, who
DAY or SO ago in Notre Dame, stopped be-
fore chapel near man bent low in
prayer Passing on she noticed that her
Dag nad been cut away. The man was
caught in the Porte de la Verge escaping
But we had TO renew our investigations
without glasses. The magnificent Point
Alexandra was superb sight, with the
mounted soldiers in long lines across the
bridge. their cuirasses and casques shin
Ing. And when the advance guard clat-
tered past and the carriages rolled by amid
the resoundings of cannon, the great mass
OF Frances republic hurrahed, crying:
"Vfve lie Roi! Vive Ia Riene!"
People were everywhere; on the very tops
| OF the tram cars. on stepladders. on roofs:
workmen in blouses perched high in trees
and students from the Latin quarter. their
soft hats dropping, their long ties dangling,
| curled themselves on the heads Of the noble
lions of the great bridge. like Jehan. the
irrepressible in ''Notre Dame de Paris"
When the huzzahing ceased and the
crowd began to scatter the vendors took up
their cries. a Moor went here and there
selling bonbons from a tray that he carried
around his neck. The mendicants came
with cringing look. One skulking fellow
noon whined, "A sou, MademoiselIe, a
soul"
And yet everywhere was laughter. JOY
Gus, light-hearted-like children: it is inter-
esting to see how easily these people are
amused. When the Guard Republicaine
goes blythe finest band in France, to be
sure-not merely the street urchins follow,
as with us, but well-dressed men and
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abreast. heads erect, feet in step, as If
proud to be seen in such company.
AT first Anglo-Saxons are Mortified at the
apparently barbaric law in Paris that if a
man is run over he is fined. If there were
no such law in Paris all carriages would
be compelled to stop running. AS it is, on
an ordinary day, the drivers "huah" inces-
sanity at leisurely old gentlemen who read
| their papers crossing the streets, and at
| young couples arm-in-arm, or very likely
| with the mans arm around the girls waist
| sauntering along unconcernedly. Our cocher
| yelled three times at a father, mother and
three little girls-cunning little bits in holt
| day attire. red hats and red cloaks-who,
| five abreast, were admiring the decorations
in the Avenue de rOpera from the middle
| of the street.
For several nights driving on the main
| boulevard was stopped, the pedestrians had
| simply taken possession. We had secured
seats on the top OF bus, expecting to
| drive down beneath the arcades of lights,
and found ourselves winding through mar
| row corkscrew streets. And when we
crossed the boulevard-people, people, peo-
ple 1t was one grand fete held in the
| broad open streets. Every few feet were
groups of fiddlers and singers filing the
| air with the music composed in honor of
the Queen OF Italy. On some corners people
| were dancing on the asphalt pavement as
| if intoxicated. The streets were as bril-
| liantly Illuminated as a ballroom. From
| the Place de rOpera stretched vistas of
opalescent lights-blue, red and white for
| France; green, red and white for Italy.
Chains OF cleaning color crowned the
| huildincs SWING i'm fpStoonS alopo tho