The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1912-09-27
ONE DAY IN PARIS
An Experience During the Riotous
Times of the Commune.
DEATH STALKED THE ROADS.

ners OF Peace and Good Will Was
Moved Down by Cannon Planted In
the Streets-A Woman's Adventure.
In Harper's Nine. de Hegermann-
Lindencrone tells of her experiences In
Paris during the commune. One days
adventures are typical On March 20,
1871, she writes:
To-day there was great demonstra-
ton in the streets.
"a young fellow named Henri de
Pene thought If he could collect enough
people to follow him he would lead
them to the barrieades in the Place
Vendome III order to beg the COM
munards in the name of lie peuple to
restore order and quiet In the city. He
sent word beforehand that they would
come there unarmed.
II happened to go at l O'Clock to
Worth's, in the Rue de la PAX. and.
finding the street barred, left my
coupe in the Rue des Petit Champs,
telling Louis (my coachman) to wait
for me In the Rue st. Arnaud Gust
behind the Rue de la Paix), and
walked to No. Z.
II wondered why there were so few
people In the street. The Place Ven
dome was barricaded with paving
stones, and cannons were pointing
down the Rue de la Paix. walked
quietly along to Worth's, and hardly
had reached his salon than we heard
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shouting in the street below made us
all rush to the windows.
"What sight met our eyes!
This handsome young fellow De
Pene, his hat In his outstretched hand,
followed by a crowd of men, women
and children, looked the picture of life.
health and enthusiasm.
'The crowd bore banners on which
were written Les Amis du Peuple,'
'Amis de rOrdre,' Pour la IFaix' and
pne with Nous ne sommes pas armes.'
rome can't imagine the horror we
felt when we heard the roar of a can
non and looking down saw the street
filled with smoke and frightened
screams and terrified groans reached
our ears. Some one dragged me IN
side the window and shut 1t down to
drown the horrible noise outside. De
Pene was the first who was killed.
The street was filed with dead and
wounded.
II felt terribly agitated and, more
over. deathly sick. My one thought
was to reach my carriage and get home
as quickly as possible. But how was
to accomplish it7 The Rue de Ia
Paix was. Of course, impossible.
Worth had courtyard, but no outlet
into the Rue St Arnaud. He suggest
ed that I should go through his ate
Hers. which he had at the top of the
house, and reach an adjoining apart
ment, from which might descend to
the Rue st. Arnaud, where I would
ind my carriage. He told one of his
women to lead the way, and / follow
ed. We toiled up many flights of
wearisome steps until we arrived at
the above mentioned ateliers. These
communicated with another apart
ment OF which Worth's woman had
the key. On her opening the door we
found ourselves In q small bedroom
(not In the tidiest condition., seeming
to have just been occupied. We pass
ed through this room and came out to
staircase, where the demoiselle
said. You have only to go down here
when at last came to the porte
cochere I found 1t closed and locked,
and the frightened concierge would
not open for me. Fortunately had
a gold piece to make her yield to my
demand. She reluctantly unfastened
the door, and went out. The street
was filled with a terrified mob, howl
ing and flying in every direction.
caught glimpse of the carriage away
up the street, and saw a hand ges-
hculating above the heads of the
crowd, which I recognized as Louis.
1t was the only one with a glove on.
Il pushed my way through the mass
Of people, saying very politely Par
dom as I pushed and very politely
'Mercf after had passed.
MY horse had been embarrassed, and
man was trying to lead him away in
spite of Louis circumstances.
THE man holding the bride opposite
to Louis seemed a most formidable
person to me- Still / tried to smile
with placid calmness, and, though l
was shaking all over, said, Pardon,
monsieur, will You permit me to have
my carriage harnessed? I think he
was completely taken of his guard, for,
with the intuitive gallantry of a
Frenchman, he answered most ami
ably, throwing back his coat and show
ing me his badge, I am the agent OF
the salut publique. and IL Is for the
government that take your horse
81 made him observe that IL would
be very difficult for me to walk to my
home in the Rue de Courcelles and
II his government wanted the horse it
could come there and fetch It. He
looked doubtfully at me as If weighing
the situation, then said, very courte-
ously, 7 understand, madame, and give
you back your horse and he even
helped Louis to reharness the horse,
who seemed happy to return to his
shafts
when arrived home / had to go
to bed. was so exhausted Mile
w. administered the infallibie camo-
mile tea, her remedy for every Ill. She
cannot conceive of any disease which
Is not cured by camomile tea unless in
extreme, when fieurs d'oranger takes
its place"