New-York tribune., 1905-02-19
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for FEBRUARY 49, 1905
A DAUGH I Z ER OF
II III T r E ID s
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saw n11I Dy IIlC vi NiiS 'O'Oi'
es they raised, such cry of vengeance
arose that it seemed they would rend
the heavens. Now surging up as some
stupendous human ocean crying out IN
storm, now snarling as the menace OF
beasts, anon ribald: miracle alone, you
would have said, could have saved the
man from the peoples justice.
But Dolores walked upon his right
hand; the English doctor upon his lett.
These were beloved names in the quarters
where the poor had learned to suffer.
Hands that raised the rifles to beat out
the Germans brains were held back by
comrades who owed their children's lives
to the devotion and the love which this
stately woman had bestowed upon them.
For their sake, she, whose home once had
been in famous house across the river,
now lived in this mean quarter, and shut
from her heart the knowledge OF her
womanhood and the homage with which
brave man would have lowered her.
No hand would dare to lift itself against
Mademoiselle Dolores; and the same
gratitude which shielded her shielded the
Englishman whose help she had craved.
The mob marched sullenly, crying aloud
its hate; but was patient in its deeds.
A truce7 Yes; but of what endurance
and to what end? Edmund OrlopP never
shut the truth from his eyes. He knew
that Dolores wished him to save this man;
and yet salvation seemed so far away that
it were madness to contemplate 1t.
Marching there through the narrow
streets, with the old-world houses tower
| ing up above him and the starry heavens
only a patch of azure between the caves;
a great throng before; behind him
mighty escort of wild beasts clamoring
for his Companion-hOw should the
guard-house save the prisoner, or any
Captain of the Quarter dare to let him go
free? Were the fellow lucky, he would
be shot at dawn. A mischance would
rend him limb from limb, as many one
had been rent in these days of hate.
Despite it all, however, the hopelessness of
the situation found English stubbornness
and English determination for its answer
Orlopp determined not only that the
man should not go to the guard-house,
but that, if human will could do it, he
would save him from the mob. How to
do so, by what ruse his purpose might be
achieved, he knew no more than the dead.
There he was, driven as leaf before the
wind, now this way, now that, the people
snarling, leaping, yelling behind him, a
hundred throats crying "A mOrt!"
hundred demanding that justice should
be done; and still an idea was denied him,
and he could only cry "Couragel" and
declare that all would be we'll
Now the route went by the Rue des Eos
across the Rue St. Jacques to the great
Boulevard ST. Michel, where the students
from the schools chiefly gathered at the
crisis of the siege. Many of these knew
Edmund Orlopp, and they came running
to greet him when the mob drew near
Upon his part, he was glad enough to
find allies, though he knew how impotent
they must be; and it was no surprise to
him that the young men were at one with
the fanatics who desired to hang the
German and have done with it.
Indeed, the press of the two factions
became 50 great at last that the whole
street was blocked. and as the roaring.