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But as the German lrines converged and began to contract around the French capital like a giant rubberI band,'the people of the city glew to' hate the Germans in their midst more and more. As I passed through the streets, bent on business, I saw surly glances cast at me, and flushed, cx-i cited Frenchmen jostled me, then started after me, trying to pick a: quarrel. At the corners and on the boulevards groups of men and women‘ _ gathered, and as I passed them I couldi hear them denouncing‘the Prussiansi x and all the brood of Bismarck. Insultsl ' would be hurled at me and I must‘ stand for them, for a man could notl live a span of seconds against thel ‘mob that would have fallen on him. ' Here and there about the city riots broke out, and several Germans were badly mauled, but the gendarmes broke up these fights before they re- sulted fatally. Gendarmes and so!- diery were vigilant, always prevent- ing bloodshed, and protecting us whor had harm-ed the French in no manner! save by the fact that we were Ger- mans. But the rage of the rabble‘ smoldered, although it dared not breélgjforth into flames, and/as buld fietifl‘é/after‘b’fille‘t/in of discouraging news came from the front the mutter- ingS' grew louder, the attacks more bold and the police and soldiers were more sorely put to it to preserve order. Shops throughout the city were he the windows board- , ' h ’nhins were barri- cadin' e1 "Eb-19 niiy'ivl‘llb and keeping off the streets: "" ‘ Til; The Germans were marching on Paris. Already there were rumors in the city that French cannon had been taken at Beauvais and Gisort, to cm northeast of the city, and gossip has it that those very guns would be pre- sently thundering before the very walls of the city. It was a time of sorrow and despair of the French, and of utter terror for we Germans in the city. Most of my countrymen had left Paris when war became a certainty, and many more had emigrated at the warning of the two governments, but I was not able to go at the time, being ill in the hospital of St. Michel. When I recovered from my illness it was too late to go, for the lines of the mili- tary were drawing closer about the environs and railroad communication was practically cut off. Besides, although I was born in Bel:- lin, I had livéd in Paris since I was 14 years old, and I had built up a generous trade as a clockmake'r. I wgs Widely known to pei‘Sons >of wealth and standing, who would‘ gla’dl 1y vouch for my character, and I had nothing to fear from the authorities. Although in my heart I was insym- pathy with the Fatherland, I. was physically not fit for service- in the field, and I am sureAthat I could have fought only IIalf-heartedly against the péople from Whom I had been making a comfortable living. I lived in the rear of my little shop in the ‘Rue de la Cherche, and, like others, I gave over trying to conduct my business, and boarded up the winâ€" dows- of the store. I cooked my own meals in those days, and so I laid in a big store of provisions to be ready for the time when I could not venture on the streets at all. I had lived thus for a day and a half when an old Frenchman for whom I had done a great deal of work called on me and advised me to go to the house of some of my friends, where I should not be all alone. I decided to take his advice, and that night, after boxing up and pack- ing aWay much of my valuable stock, I started on my way to the home of a friend'who lived in the neighborhood of St. George’s Church. In the streets I encountered many groups of ill- looking men and women, who regard- ed me with no friendliness. I paid no attentiofi‘to‘ them and hurried on my way, keeping“ close to the walls of the houses. When I reached the Conseil de Guerre I found a small mob col- lected,‘ and a . Wickedâ€"looking fellow was addressing "them. I trfed to slipArouagthé' Corrie-r of the tomb-like building without atâ€" tracting any attention, but just as I Ric Little Clackmakcr’s Aévczmc 'Afler packing upâ€"-_I' “There is one of the skuI-king Ger- {mans!” cried the man in French. “He :is spying on us now. It is such as he land his breed who will turn our city i tover to ‘the brutal Prussians." More, he said, but I did not hear it. A woman who was near me had aimed a knife blow at my chest, but I dodged I it and managed to wrench the weapon 1 from her. l ’1 d-ared not show myself an the ‘Boulevard St. Germain, so I doubled from the Rue de Four into» the Rue Bonaparte, skirted the St. Sulpice and Itore through a gardén into the Rue 'de Tournon. Runniri'g toward the ‘river, I encountered another crowd at ;the corner of thé Boulevard St. Ger- ‘main, but it was too far from me to :interfere with me. A single burly :fellow stood in_my path and aimed a : blow atmy face, but I caught him be- neath the chin with the hilt of my .knife and sent him sprawling. el-led at; me. thought I was safe the orator spied “See!” shrieked half a dozen voices.I “He fights women and children!" “Down'withthe murderer! H? hasl a knife!” w s The air was filled with such cries! and threats, and a score of hands' reached out for me. Into the Rue de Four I rushed, hatless and my coat‘ torn half from my body. The mob; was howling at my heels. I ran as I‘ had never run before, ‘and for a space: I drew away from them, but the clamor in_my rear struck cold terror to my héart. I The screams of the Women thirsting for blood sounded shrill above the shouts of the men, and with each scream my speed in- creased. The fresh mob followed me into the Rue de Seine and, with the whole pack at my heels, I dashed toward the Bridge of Art_, but at the farther end I saw a ban‘dwof rowdies moving to- ward me. The cries of the rabble Were heard by them and they rushed in my direction, Now because of the wall along the quay I did not believe the mob on the bridge had seen me as yet, for it was near the opposite end of the bridge. I knew I was out of sight of my pur- suers for the moment, for they had not yet rounded the corner of the In- stitute of Art. It was a cold night, but it was life against discomfiture, and I leaped the wall along the water front. Not a boat in sight. Another second and the crying of my angry pursuers drove me to des- mationi_l plunged into the icy waters and routâ€"downstream. The shouts of my baffled pursuers rang in my ears, and although I could see that they were searching every- where for me, they had lost the trail. In my heavy clothes and shoes I found it hard to swim, and the chill wa-t-er almost numbed me. I could not last long in the river and I knew it as "' time of night the Pont Royal ‘ “‘i to be deserted, and I struck here as I neared that bridge. ‘ rly as I could make out, there we. , .ot a soul on the‘, bridge. Hal-fl exhausted, I dragged; ,myself up the bank and managed to [scramble on to the broad quay be- 'tween the river and the gardens of {the Tuilleries. The Rue des Tuiller-' 'ies was dark and vacant and I hur- {ried through it to the Rue de Rivoli, Iwhere I tried to mingle with the 3cmwds, but my dripping clothes at- ltracted attention and persons who looked at me recognized me as a Ger- ,man, which was just what I did not want. Finally I réached the Rue de Lafayette into safety, and was hurry- ing toward the Rue Bolivar, which would take me to my friend’s house. All seemed to be going well with me, but suddenly, at the corner of the Rue ld’Hauteville, I was caught in a swirl»- ?ing mass of humanity which seethed {out of a narrow alley just off the main ‘ street. i A fight of some kind was in pro- lg'ms, and in a moment I was garried 'by the freakish eddies of human units into the very-midst of the group. There, a tiny 'band of Germans were protecting .themsalves against the lcrowd, and my arrival with a weapon An accusing, skinny finger was BY OTTO FEIRMANN. levâ€" was a godsend came to be cat; I do not know. It was nothing short of a for had any of the Frenchme} crowd recognized me as a I would have been beaten am into unconsciousness. It was 1 of those strange exhibitions fortunes of battie. There w of us in the centre of this : crowd, and we stood back to b fought off five times our num “There’s no use standin butchered in the end!" 1 my newâ€"found companio got to fight our way out c don’t we're lost.” Just then“ a singie gendarme ap- peared round a corner and, shouting at the crowd to disperse, charged into it. For a second the rabbie wavered, then the brave poiiceman was smoth- ered under a dozen ruffians, who left us to attack him. But it gave us our chance, and whiie he was wieIding his rapier and fighting ofl’ his opponents, who seemed to be getting the better of him, despite his arms, we formed, wedge-like, and smashed our way through our tormentors. I am a small man, but the others had evidently been fighting for a long time and lacked» initiative or were ex- hausted, and so it chanced that I led them. I still held the knife I had snatched from the French woman on the Boulevard St. Germain, and I must confess that there was murder in my heart. The first man I encoun- tered dealt me a blow beside the ear before I could parry it, and in blind rage I sank the knife 'into his side while his arm was raised. He drop- A big, clumsy fellow made for me,- but I was ahead of him and cracked: his skull with a blow from the ‘hilt‘ of the knife. We fought like demonsk there in the flickering light from the! street lamps, and the rabble, who had hitherto encountered only defensive opposition, was soon swept from its feet. ‘ I ped logâ€"like, nearly wrenching the weapon from my hand, and I made ready. for the next scoundrel. It Was the first serious wound dealt by either side, and for what seemed a fraction of a second it stunned our opponents. It was as though they paused to gasp in astonishment at' the fate of their comrade, then with a bowl of anger they feil on us anew. I am not a fighting man, but by sheer mad fighting, guided only by instinct, I slashed my way to the gen- darme, who was all but overpowered. It surprised me, the very strength in my arms, and I found time to wonder at the joy I found in giving and tak- ing blows. Three of us fought clear and dragged the gendarme to his feet, and he stood tottering, but fighting bravely against the heavy odds. We were too few to attempt to rout the cnemy, so, oneefree from them, we fled into the'Rue de Hauteville, but another crowd was marching to us, singing and flaunting banners. In the excitement we scattered, and I found myself alone, fleeing through the Rue de Paradis. The street was lined with houses set in gardens, and there‘ were low \vallsv about the grounds. I did not know when I might encounter another rabble, so I leaped at the wall, just under the branches of u tree which grew the other-side of it. My fingers barely clutched the top of the coping, but I managed to scramble up, and swinging from the branches of the tree, dropped to the of the coping, but 2I managed to lentl} scramble up, and swinging from the “T branches of the tree, dropped to the he 3} ground below. I found myself in a'g It spacious garden surrounding a large‘ dare< house three storeys high. There were‘ For ‘ lights shining from the window, and there at first I thought to rouse the tenantsE rise. and ask for protection, but I could not; away know whether even a respectable fam-‘I ing n ily would care to harbor a fugitive and German, and besides, I feared to risk dark my terrible appearance. My clothes; Taki were all but torn from my back. Lwate still clutched the bloody knife which' azza had served me so well, and I could and' not hazard throwing it aside. My shad< face was covered with dirt and bieedâ€"V, the I ing, and my clothes were drenched‘lived CRAMPED AND ACHING IN EVERY MUSCLE. them. How I ted into their and I4 he] WCI‘ miracLe, n in the “We ;. If ‘e to be Jted to ki nan ked mg There was no more time for reflec- 'tion. Windows were thrown open noisily and the neighborhood was be- ] ing aroused by the racket of the chase. .The house near which I was crouchâ€" §ing had a piazza which was covered lby a roof on a level with the second- storey windows. This was my only !chance, and I ran to one of the pillars :and, with my knife in my teeth, climbed to the top of the piazza. All the time I was wondering what would ibe' the thought of any person who 'might throw open a window just as lmy battered face, knife and all, should ljut above the cove-ring. ! _I had hardly dragged my aching body'onto the piazza roof before I heard my pursuers clambering over lthe wall. There was a light in the window before me‘, but the curtains _we1'9 drawn, and stealthily I crept to the water main and shinned up to the i roof. It was not much of a climb, but ’there was danger of the pipe pulling loose or the enemy discovering me from the clatter. Ill By the time I had gained my place of vantage the master ’of the house was demanding of the crowd What they wanted in his garden. With scant ceremony they told him and conâ€" tinued the search. For a long time the night was filled with the cries of the searchers, and lanterns moved to and fro below me. I was b-eginning to feel safe when 1 learned from the messages shouted about. that the roofs were to be search- )f it turr Another ’ Then came voices .on the roof, and ‘I knew that-ladders had been placed and men were already on top of the ‘house. I heard them trampng over the shingles. I “Look in the chimney," shoutad a I voice. ed, for apparently some one had seen me enter one of the gardens and the searchers were sure I had not escaped. Then I thanked heaven I had been made small and thin, almost to ema- ciation. 0n the roof where I was hiding was an old-fashioned chimney, with a spacious flue, and into this I climbed, although it was a tight squeeze and I could not descend very I had not been there long when I began to choke and almost cough. Then the l‘eaiization came that a fire was being built beneath me. Smoke was all about me, stinging my nostrils and all but suffocating me. If the fire was built on purpose to smoke me out, should I be in the chimney, there was little doubt that I would be forced from my haven. If it was only a case of stagting a new fire, it might be that I could stand the smoke long enough to elude my pursuers. Even yet I might be able to fight my way to fredom, I thought. far I heard the heavy tread of a man walking straight to my last‘refuge. With a monster effort I restrained myself,from crying out and scramblv ing from" the chimney to meet them there On the roof face to face. It would be better than being' slain like a rat in that hole. The footsteps ceased at my very cam The last moment had come. It was torture to keep from coughing. I believe some one tried to look into the chimney. I heard him cough vio- lently and stamp away cursing. “The scoundrel can’t be in there!” he shouted. “If he is, he’s dead.” It waswsilent on the roof, but I dared not leave my dirty hiding place. For what seemed an hour I remained there, and the smoke had ceased to rise. The sounds of the mob had died away, but I waited long before draw- ing myself into the fresh air, cramped and aching in every muscle. It was dark and few windows_showed light-s. Taking off my shoes, I tiptoed to the water main and slid down to the pi- azza roof. Once over the garden wall and in the street, I darted among the shadows and by devious ways found the Rue Bolivar, on which my friends 1 about in the mr th um ICI‘OSS my a fractior 1 being' slain like The footsteps ear& The last It was torture to thero came to the mob, part ue de Parans. :cy were scal- iens along the them thrash- rs and shrub- mind as I of a min- ndered on {aiivg but food and medical care re- gvived me, and although it was some 1 days before we Germans ventured into the streets, the city fell again under the authority of the police and the military, and there was l‘ittle further 1 rioting. To Save Money on Farm Buildings. You can save a lot in the cost of building stone foundations and stone walls for the first story of barns and other farm buiiding‘s if you have stones on your farm. You can build the walls at less than one-third of the ordinary cost, if you do the work at odd times and with ordinary farm labor. 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