The Press., 1913-04-09
ONE DAY IN PARIS
An Experience During the Riotous
 Times of the Commune.
DEATH STALKED THE ROADS.
An Unarmed Procession Bearing Ban ners of Peace and Good Win Was Moved Down by Cannon Planted In the StrOets-A Woman's Adventure.

ners of Peace and Good Win Was
 Moved Down by Cannon Planted In
 the StrOots-A Woman's Adventure.
 In Harper's Mime. 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 a great demonstra- i 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 barricades in the Place Vendome in order to beg the com munards in the name of le peuple to restore order and quiet in the city. He sent word beforehand that they would come there unarmed.
 "I happened to go at 1 o'clock to Worth's, in the Rue de la Paix, and, finding the street barred, left my coupe in the Rue des Petit Champs, telling Louis (my coachman) to wait l for me in the Rue St. Arnaud dust behind the Rue de la Paix), and l walked to No. z.
 ''I 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. l walked quietly along to Worth's, and hardly had I reached his salon than we heard distant, confused sounds, and then the 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 POrdre,' Pour la Paix' and one with Nous ne sOmmes pas armes'
 "One can't imagine the horror we felt when we heard the roar of 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 filled with dead and wounded.
 'I 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 it? The Rue de la Paix was. of course, impossible. Worth had a courtyard, but no outlet into the Rue St. Arnaud. He suggest ed that l should go through his ate Hers, which he had at the top of the house, and reach an adjoining apart ment, from which I might descend to the Rue St. Arnaud, where I would find 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 a small bedroom (not in the tidiest condition), seeming
 
 ed through this room and came out to staircase, where the demoiselle said, You have only to go down here'
 "When at last I came to the porte cOchere l found 1t closed and locked. and the frightened concierge would not open for me. Fortunately l had a gold piece to make her yield to my demand. She reluctantly unfastened the door, and I went out. The street was filled with a terrified mob, howl ing and flying in every direction. caught a glimpse of the carriage away up the street, and I saw a hand ges- ticulating above the heads of the crowd, wh&ch I recognized as Louis It was the only one with a glove on.
 ''I pushed my way through the mass of people, saying very politely Par don as I pushed and very politely EMerci' after had passed.
 My horse had been unharnessed, and 8 man was trying to lead him away in spite of Louis remonstrances.
 '"The man holding the bridle opposite to Louis seemed a most formidable person to me. Still tried to smile with placid calmness, and, though I was shaking all over, said, Pardon. monsieur. will you permit me to have my carriage harnessed? I think he was completely taken off his guard, for, with the intuitive gallantry of Frenchman., he answered most ami ably, throwing back his coat and show ing me his badge. I am the agent of the salur plA,lique, and it is for the government that take your horse.' q made him observe that it would Oe very difficult for me to walk to my nome in the Rue de Courcelles and If his government wanted the horse 1t could come there and fetch 1t. He looked doubtfully at me as if weighing the situation, then said, very courte- ONsly. T understand, madame, and give you back your horse,' and he even helped Louis to reharness the horse.