Part 39 (1/2)

”Why should they, Cuthbert?”

”Some of the shots from this side are sure to fall among them, and if a few are killed and wounded the rest will get angry, and all idea of fraternizing with the men who are firing on them will be at an end. I should like to see how that crowd of National Guards are behaving.”

”Shall we go down and look, Cuthbert. See, there is an omnibus going down the hill, so I don't suppose there can be much danger.”

”I don't think that there is any danger at present, Mary; the b.a.l.l.s will hardly come so far, but if the troops open fire with cannon, they will send sh.e.l.l right up this avenue.”

”Would you go by yourself if I were not here, Cuthbert?”

”Well, I certainly should, but that is no reason why I should go with you.”

”I can see women looking out of the windows,” she said, ”so we will go down together, Cuthbert. We had the German sh.e.l.l falling near us while the siege was going on, and things went on just as usual.”

”Come on then, dear; at any rate it will be only field-guns and not heavy siege artillery, and I dare say we can get into one of the houses and look out from them; a twelve-pounder would scarcely do much harm to one of these solid stone buildings.”

They went quietly down the road. No whiz of bullet or crash of sh.e.l.l was heard, and without interruption they continued their course until they arrived near the gate. Near it were two battalions of the National Guard, who were in a state of utter disorder. Some of the men were quietly walking away with their rifles slung behind them, in spite of a line of sentries placed across the road and the efforts of their officers. Cuthbert questioned some of the men, as they came along, as to what had happened, but the most contradictory answers were given. They had been fired upon from Fort Valerien; they had been attacked from Courbevoie; they had been betrayed; they had been sent out without any cannon: ammunition was short; they were not going to stay to be shot down; they were going to the Hotel de Ville to turn out the traitors who had sent them out without a proper supply of ammunition. That they had some ammunition was evident from the fact that several muskets went off accidentally, the result of nervousness on the part of those that held them.

”We won't stay here to risk being shot by these cowardly fools,”

Cuthbert said, ”let us get into one of the houses.”

They went back a short distance, and Cuthbert spoke to a man standing at his door. ”This lady and myself are English,” he said, ”would you allow us to go up and stand at one of the windows to see what is going on?”

The request was at once acceded to, and they were soon posted at a window on the fifth floor.

”Look at them,” Cuthbert said in disgust, ”these are the heroes who clamored to go out and destroy the Germans.”

The scene below was certainly singular--the bugles and drums sounded the a.s.sembly and beat the rappel alternately, but the men paid not the slightest attention to the call, but continued to slink away until the drummers and buglers remained alone. Of the two battalions, some fifty men posted at the loop-holes of the crenelated wall by the gate remained; the rest had melted away. From the balcony at the window a fine view was obtained across the country. A heavy musket-fire was still maintained along the river-side, and there was a continuous roll of musketry at Courbevoie, where, as one of the National Guard had told them, a battalion which occupied the barracks there had been cut off by the advance of the troops. Artillery and musketry were both at work there, but elsewhere there was no artillery fire.

Close to the bridge at Neuilly the struggle was maintained for a time, and presently a column of troops were seen advancing against the bridge.

As it did so the firing there ceased at once, and it was soon evident that the troops had gained the position. Numbers of National Guards soon came trooping in at the gate. A very few remained there; the rest, without waiting for orders, hurried on into Paris. A dark group now appeared on the road leading up to Courbeil; there was a white puff of smoke and a sh.e.l.l exploded a hundred yards on the other side of the gate. A steady fire was now kept up by two guns, the greater part of the sh.e.l.ls exploded beyond the outer works; but several came up the avenue, two of them striking houses, and others exploding in the roadway. Each time when the whistle of a sh.e.l.l was heard approaching, Cuthbert drew Mary back from the balcony into the room.

”I fancy,” he said, ”the troops have an idea that there are ma.s.ses of the Communists a.s.sembled near the gates in readiness for a sortie, and they are firing to prevent their coming out, until they have fortified the bridge and the other points they have occupied.”

The firing continued for some time. At other windows the inhabitants were watching the conflict, and Cuthbert pointed out, to Mary's great amus.e.m.e.nt, the precautions that some of them were taking to ensure their personal safety. One woman had drawn down the Venetian blinds, and was looking between them, another was peering out with a pillow held over her head. The few National Guards who remained at their post were men of courage, for they showed no signs of flinching even when sh.e.l.ls exploded within a few yards of the position they occupied. Presently there was a sound of wheels, and two four-pounder guns were brought up and placed one on each side of the gate to sweep the approaches.

Between one and two o'clock several battalions of National Guards came leisurely up, piled their arms and sat down under shelter of the wall.

It was evident they had no idea of making a sortie, but had been brought up to defend the gate in case it was attacked. Soon after their arrival, a party that had remained near the river returned and it was clear that at least a portion of the troops had proved faithless, for with them were forty or fifty soldiers, who had come over during the fight. They were disarmed and then escorted into the town, where, as Cuthbert afterwards learned, they were received with enthusiasm by the mob.

”It is evident that there is no idea of any attempt being made to recapture the bridge at present, Mary; I don't know how you feel but I am getting desperately hungry, so I think we may as well be going back.

I should like to see what is going on in the city. Will you come with me? I have no doubt we shall be able to get a voiture up at the arch, and we can have lunch there.”

Mary was as anxious to see what is going on as he was, and in a quarter of an hour they alighted in the Rue Rivoli. As yet the population had heard but vague reports that fighting was going on, and matters were comparatively quiet, for so many rumors had pervaded the town during the last few days, that they were not generally believed. Accordingly, after lunch, Cuthbert took Mary home in a fiacre.

”I have been quite alarmed about you, my dear, where have you been?”

Madame Michaud said as they entered.

”We have been seeing the fighting, madame, and the Reds have been beaten.”

”I have heard all sorts of stories about it, but most of them say that the Versailles people got the worst of it.”