The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-03

i crowd ali around them became
aware, of what was going on in the
maze OF dusky lanes and alleys past
which they were being driven by
the cavalry; and the people broke
and scattered like rabbits, darttng
through the cavalry, lodging, scut-
Ting under the very legs Of the
horses.
Int An Impasse.
The troop, thrown into disorder,
tried to check the panic-strickeIl
flight; a brigadier, squirting for
ward to learn the cause of the hys-
tsrical stampede. drew bride sharp
ly. then whipped his pistol out of
the saddle holster, and galloped
into an impasse.
The troop captain, pushing his
horse, caught sight of Sengound
and Neeland Ia the remains of their
evening dress; and he glanced Gu
.riously at them. and at the two
yonng women clad in the rags OF
evening gowns.
Nom de Dieu!" he cried. What
are such people as you doing here1
Go back! This is no quarter for
honest folkI"
what are those police doing in
the alIeys?" demanded Sengoun;
hut the captain cantered his horse
= up the street, pistol lifted; and
they saw him fire from his saddle
Al a man who darted out Of an alley
and who started to run across the
street.
The captain missed every shot, but
a trooper whose horse had come up
on the sidewalk beside Neeland, hred
-. inc
and dropped him at the second
shot.
"A good business, too he said
calmly. winking at Neeland. You
bourgeoise ought to be glad that
were ordered to clean up Paris for
Won. And now is the time to do
it," he added, reloading his weapon.
Sengoun said in a low voice TO
Neeland:
They're riddipg the city of
spsches. It's plain enough that
they have orders to kill them where
they find them! Look" he added,
pointing to the dead wall across
the street; Its here at last. and
Paris is cleaning house and getting
ready for it, This is war, Neeland
war at last.
sCIeaninE Up Paris.
NeeIand looked across the street
where, under gas lamp on rusty
iron bracket, was pasted the order
fer general mobilization. And on
the sidewalk at the base Of the wall
lay a man, face downward, his
dusty shoes crossed under the wide
flarfng trousers. the greasy cas-
quet still crowding out his lop ears;
his hand clenched beside stilleto
which lay on the stone Tagging
beside him.
An apache" said Sengoun coolly.
That's right, too. It's the way We
do in Russia when we clean house
for war
His face Redeemed and lighted
"Thank God for my thousand
Iances.' he said, lifting his eyes
TO the yeIlowins sky between the
houses in the narrow street.
Thank God. Thank God!'
Now, across the intersections OF
streets and alleys beyond where
they stood, policemen and Garde
cavalry were shooting into door
Eays. easements, and up the SOM
bre. dusky lanes, the dry crack Of
their service revolvers re-echoing
noisily through the street
Toward the Boulevard below,
line of police and of cavslrymen
blocked the rue wilma; and, beyond
them, the last of the mob was be-
ing driven from the Cafe des Bull
Esrs, where the first ambulances
were arriving and the police,
guarding the ruins. were already
looking out Of windows on the up
per floors.
A cavalryman came Gathering
down the rue wilma, gesticulating
and calling out TO Sengoun and
Neelsnd TO take their ladies and de-
part.
Get US a taxicab-there's q good
fellow" cried Sengoun in high
spirits; and the cavalryman, look
ing at their dishevelled attire,
.jlauRhed and nodded as he rode
ahead Of them own the rue wilma.
There were several taxicabs on
the Boulevard, their drivers star
Ling up at the wrecked cafe. As
Seeland spoke TO the driver Of one
OF the cabs, Use Dumont stepped
back beside the silent girl whom
she had locked in the bedroom.
Hse Asks Return Favor.
81 gave you a chance" she said
under her breath. What may
expect from you? Answer me
quickIy!-What am 1 to expect?"
The girl seemed dazed:
~'N-nothing." she stammered.
'The-the horror OF that place
the kIlling-has sickened me. II
want to go home"
you do not intend to denoUnce
me?"
''No-oh, God! No"
"Is that the truth? II you arc
lying to me IL means my death"
The girl gazed at her in horror:
tears sprang to her eyes:
"I Couldn't couldn't" she
iEtammered in a choking voice.
Tive never before seen death
never seen how il came
how men die! This-this kill
ing is horrible. reYoIting!' She
had laid one trembling little
hand on Use Dumont's bare shout
der. 81 don't want TO have you
killed; the idea Of death makes me
ill., I'm going home-that is all l
ask for-to 90 home"
She dropped her pretty head and
began to sob hysterically. standing
there under the growing daylight
Of the boulevard, in her tattered
evening gown.
Suddenly Use Dumont threw both
arms around her and kissed the