Instead of making a ferocious _attaque brusquée_ on Paris, the four

army corps composing the German right wing are moving southeastward, in

a supreme effort to crush the left flank of the French center, which is

reported to be engaged with the main German forces near Rethel, striving

to cut off and surround the French center, and thus achieve a second,

but far more gigantic, Sedan. In any event, the Germans are certainly

moving away from Paris to the southeast.

Paris assumes a holiday aspect. Thousands of people made excursions to

the suburbs of the city, and particularly to the Bois de Boulogne, to

see something of the preparations for the defence. Boys and girls from

boarding-schools, under care of their teachers, were among those who

watched gangs of men digging wide and deep trenches, while trees that

obstructed the ground in the vicinity were being cut down.

The daily crop of Paris newspapers is becoming beautifully less. The

_Temps_ published its last Paris issue on Friday and has transferred its

headquarters to Bordeaux. M. Georges Clemençeau's _Homme Libre_ has

ceased to appear. So also have the _Gil Blas_ and _Autorité_. The _Daily

Mail_ has migrated to Bordeaux. Most of the newspapers that remain are

published on a single sheet. The veteran _Journal des Débats_ announces

that for one hundred and twenty-five years it has appeared in Paris,

being interrupted only at rare and brief intervals when provisional

governments, resulting from violence, by brute force prevented

publication. _Le Journal des Débats_ will continue to be printed and

published in Paris "so long as it is materially possible to do so." M.

Arthur Meyer, editor and proprietor of _Le Gaulois_, announces that he

will "remain in Paris in 1914 as he did in 1870." He will continue to

edit and publish the _Gaulois_ in Paris, having around him "a small

family of editors and reporters, who replace my own family, now, Alas!

far away!" The _Echo de Paris_ continues to publish each day an edition

of four pages. So also does _Le Figaro_. The _Matin_ and _Liberté_

appear on single sheets.

[Photograph: Photo. by Paul Thompson. Workmen erecting a barricade in

Paris.]

The European edition of the _New York Herald_ appears every day on

its nice white glazed _papier de luxe_, in a four-page edition

Sundays, and on a single sheet on week days. The _Paris Herald_, as

it is familiarly called, is printed half in English and half in French.

The war has not frightened away the venerable "Old Philadelphia Lady,"

who daily continues, as she has done since Christmas eve, 1899, to put

the following question:

TO THE EDITOR OF THE HERALD:--

I am anxious to find out the way to figure the temperature from

Centigrade to Fahrenheit and vice-versâ. In other words, I want to know,

whenever I see the temperature designated on Centigrade thermometer, how

to find out what it would be on Fahrenheit's thermometer.

OLD PHILADELPHIA LADY.

Paris, December 24, 1899.

_Monday, September 7_.

Thirty-sixth day of the war. Hot September weather, with brisk east

wind. Temperature at five P.M. 24 degrees centigrade.

The great battle begun Sunday morning continues with slight advantages

obtained by the allies and extends over a front of one hundred and

thirty miles, from Nanteuil le Haudoin, on the allied left, to Verdun.

The allies occupy very strong positions. Their left is supported by

Paris, their right by the fortresses of Verdun, and their center by the

entrenched camps of Mailly, just south of Vitry-le-François.

About thirty American and English newspaper men met at lunch to-day at

the restaurant Hubin, Number 22 Rue Brouot. Among those present were

Fullerton, Grundy, MacAlpin, Williams, Knox, Reeves, O'Niel, Sims, and

others. Every one was in fine spirits, the trend of feeling being that

Paris was the most interesting place to be in just now, and that perhaps

the best story of the war may yet be written in Paris.

I drove in a cab with MacAlpin to the Gare du Nord to meet a train of

British wounded that was expected to arrive there. We found the station

almost deserted. A reserve captain of the Forty-sixth Infantry, whose

left forearm had been smashed by a shell, arrived and was very glad to

get some hot soup provided by the railroad ambulance women. Saw a

brigadier-general and his staff going full speed in a motor-car to the

east. Artillery firing was heard this morning to the east of Paris, but

was no longer audible after eleven A.M. While sitting at a café opposite

the Gare du Nord, I noticed the huge statues of "Berlin" and "Vienna"

over the front of the building, and wondered if they would remain intact

during the war. Driving to the Gare de l'Est, we saw gangs of workmen

with entrenching tools, going into trains, under the direction of

engineer officers, to dig rifle pits.

The sanitary condition of Paris is excellent. No epidemic of any kind is

reported. There were several cases of scarlatina, but the number is

insignificant.

The board of governors of the American Hospital has turned over its

responsibility to the American Ambulance Committee, which will manage

the Hospital service for the benefit of the French army, at the Lycée

Pasteur, Neuilly. The committee is composed of William S. Dalliba,

honorary chairman, Reverend Doctor S.N. Watson, chairman, Messrs.

Laurence B. Benét, Charles Carroll, F.W. Monahan, and I.V. Twyeffort.

I met in the Rue de la Paix two Irish cavalry soldiers, who had become

detached from their squadron during the operations north of Paris. "The

last place we remember fighting at was _Copenhagen_," said one of

the men. But on being further questioned, it turned out that Copenhagen

was Tipperary dialect for Compiègne.

The _Herald_ has decided to remain in Paris, but its price will be

twenty-five centimes instead of fifteen centimes. The reasons for the

increased price are that advertisements, the main source of revenue for

a newspaper, have almost completely disappeared. The _Herald_ at

present is being run at a loss of thirty-five thousand francs a week. As

the editor points out: "This may be journalism, but it is not business."

The increased price will probably diminish the weekly loss.

_Tuesday, September 8._

Thirty-seventh day of the war. Cloudy weather with rain in the

afternoon. Brisk southeasterly wind. Thermometer at five P.M. 22 degrees

centigrade.

The allied armies are more than holding their own on the vast line

between the Ourcq and Verdun. Meanwhile all precautions are being taken

by the Military Government of Paris for an eventual siege. The Bois de

Boulogne resembles a cattle ranch. The census of the civil population of

the "entrenched camp of Paris," just taken with a view of providing

rations during a possible siege, shows that there are 887,267 families

residing in Paris, representing a total of 2,106,786 individuals of all

ages and both sexes. This is a decrease of thirty percent since the last

census in 1911. The health of the city is excellent. The census sheets

notify inhabitants that gas during a siege must be used exclusively for

lighting purposes and never for cooking or heating. This will cause some

tribulation in the small ménages, where the cheap, popular, and handy

gas-stove has replaced the coal or charcoal ovens and ranges.

The ram came on this afternoon at four, while a large crowd of Parisians

stood in the square in front of the church of Saint-Etienne du Mont,

beside the Pantheon, but it failed to disperse the faithful, who were

taking part in the outdoor service of homage to Sainte-Geneviève, the

protectress of Paris, whose remains are buried in this small church of

the Gothic-Renaissance period (1517-1620), one of the most beautiful of

all the sacred edifices of France.

Those who recently hastened away from Paris in search of a place of

refuge, quiet, and safety, have met with many disappointments. The roads

to Tours are blocked with vehicles of every description, many of them

filled with refugees who have turned them into temporary dwellings.

Automobiles are brought to a standstill for lack of benzol. Everything

on the way from Paris to Bordeaux is requisitioned. At Orléans, people

wander about vainly seeking a place in which to sleep. The town is

filled. People buy ham and sausages, which they eat in cafés or in the

streets. At Blois, the citizens offer to lodge refugees and travelers at

the rate of five francs a day. The Blois people are very hospitable and

do not seek to unduly profit by the situation. The Grand Hotel is of

course overflowing, but the prices remain the same as in ordinary times.

At Tours, the inhabitants are less hospitable and more avaricious. One

of the biggest hotels in the town asks fifty francs (ten dollars) for a

simple armchair in which to pass the night. Three special trains

yesterday carried away to Provence the inmates of the insane asylums of

Bicêtre and Charenton. It was a weird sight to see these men and women,

utterly unconscious of the war, gazing with nervous uncertainty upon the

strange scenes through which they were conducted to the Orléans Station,

somewhat like helpless flocks of sheep.

Shortly after leaving the large room at Number 31 Boulevard des

Invalides, where the official _communiqués_ are now given out to

the French and foreign press, I met a sergeant of an infantry regiment

who had been wounded during the fighting between Coulommier and

Ferté-Gaucher. "At daybreak on Sunday," he said, "we were sent forward

to prevent the German infantry from making their favorite turning

movement on our left wing. Our orders were to hold on to the enemy and

prevent his advance until the allied troops near Meaux had repulsed the

German attack being made in their direction. Early in the afternoon, the

Germans retired from Meaux before the allied divisions. We advanced and

drove them north of Ferté-Gaucher. The fighting lasted all night and

became very severe on Monday morning, but shortly afterwards the Germans

offered but slight resistance. For thirty kilometers we followed up two

German infantry regiments, supported by their cavalry and a section of

artillery. During their retreat, the Germans did not fire a single shot.

We soon succeeded in cutting off a detachment of infantry and in

capturing seven field guns and two machine guns. One of the prisoners,

an infantry sergeant, admitted that his men were short of ammunition,

and that their orders were to use as little of it as possible. It was

during the last combat that I was wounded in the thigh by a Prussian

officer, who cut me with his sword as I was trying to disarm him."

A wounded French infantry lieutenant says that the German troops seem

"fatigued and fagged out." Another officer says that in the trenches

near Coulommier, a dozen German infantry soldiers were found dead,

having been killed by French .75 millimeter shells, and were in the same

attitudes of firing that they had taken at the moment when they had been

"crisped" by death. An Algerian Turco was found dead, grasping his

rifle, the bayonet of which had pierced and killed a German soldier.

Both were corpses, but stood in grim death like a group of statuary.

I received to-day a letter from my gardener at Vernon. He says that the

roads are filled with refugees, who are being sent on to Brittany by way

of Louviers. Motorists along the roads say that they have passed

continuous lines of refugees, sometimes seventy kilometers in length.

The Château de Bizy is transformed into a hospital and so also is the

Château des Pénitents at Vernonnet. Most of the injured have slight

wounds in the arms or legs. Many of them, after five days' treatment,

are able to go back to the front.

_Wednesday, September 9._

Thirty-eighth day of the war. Somewhat cooler weather, with cloudy sky

and with south to southwesterly wind, at times blowing in sharp gusts.

Thermometer at five P.M. 21 degrees centigrade.

The air is still overcharged with uncertainty as to the result of the

great battle along the front of one hundred and twenty miles between the

Ourcq and Verdun. Will the Germans succeed in forcing their tremendous

wedge through the French center near Vitry and separate the allied

armies to the west and around Paris, from the great French armies to the

east and around Verdun?

A German repulse means a German tragedy. But if they succeed in their

bold move on the center, and separate the allied armies, they will gain

a very great strategic success and can then turn their attention to the

investment of a segment of the fortifications of Paris.

Meanwhile the official _communiqués_ given out at three P.M. and at

eleven P.M., at the Military Government of Paris, are, to say the least,

hopeful. Every attempt to break through the French lines on the Ourcq

has failed. No change noted on the center and on the allied right.

At two this afternoon I saw a small, low, dusty motor-car come spinning

along the Boulevard des Invalides, containing four soldiers, who had

with them two German flags, captured this morning during the fighting

near the Ourcq. They were bringing their trophies to General Galliéni,

who conferred the Military Medal--the highest French distinction for

valor in action--on the reserve infantry soldier Guillemard, who

captured one of these flags in a hand-to-hand encounter. The flag

belonged to the Thirty-sixth Prussian Infantry Regiment, the Magdeburg

Fusiliers, and had been decorated with the Iron Cross in 1870.

One of the French biplanes that scour the sky daily in search of German

_taubes_ met with sad disaster yesterday while flying over the Bois

de Vincennes. The aeroplane contained a lieutenant and a corporal of the

aviation corps. A violent gust of wind capsized it, and it fell to the

ground, burying the occupants in a heap of débris. When extricated, both

were dead. A few moments after the biplane struck the earth, either its

motor, or the bombs that it had on board, exploded, and four passers-by

were killed by flying fragments. Two of them were ten-year-old lads. A

little girl and several other persons were more or less bruised. It so

happened that I had watched this biplane from the Boulevard de

Courcelles as it soared over Paris at a height of fifteen hundred

meters. It was very steady in its movements and was going in an easterly

direction. This must have been some ten minutes before the catastrophe.

The committee of the National Society of Fine Arts held a meeting today

at the Grand Palais, to render aid to painters, sculptors, and artists

in need of assistance, without regard to nationality, passed resolutions

of indignation at the injury of works of art in France and Belgium

committed by the German armies, and at the destruction of the objects of

art solicited by Germany and entrusted by France to the International

Exhibition at Leipsic, and unanimously voted to strike from the list of

members the names of all artists of German nationality.

The art critic of the _Gil Blas_, M. Louis Vauxelles, whose

scathing criticisms of the "classic" _pompier_ academic school of

painting and of sculpture, and whose intelligent censure of the extreme

"futurist" clique elicit the hearty approval of all true lovers of art,

in the United States, as well as in France, is serving as a simple

soldier in an infantry regiment, but finds time occasionally to write to

the _Intransigéant_ picturesque descriptions of military life.

I received a letter from a friend at Tours, where the refugees are

becoming less numerous, but the hospitals on the contrary are nearly

full of wounded. Comtesse Paul de Pourtalès is doing splendid work there

as the head of the Red Cross, and M. Gaston Ménier, the popular senator,

a warm personal friend of Mr. Andrew Carnegie and the owner of the great

chocolate works, has turned his Château of Chenonceaux into a perfectly

organized hospital with a corps of surgeons and professional nurses,

which he maintains at his own expense. Nearly a hundred French wounded

are already being cared for in the Chenonceaux hospital. As soon as they

get well enough, they are sent back to rejoin their regiments. All the

villas in the neighborhood of Tours are already leased to families that

have gone away from Paris.

In accordance with the notices of the Military Governor of Paris, I was

vaccinated against smallpox to-day, together with all those now living

in the house--in all twelve persons.

Mr. William G. Sharp, who has been appointed to succeed Mr. Myron T.

Herrick as American Ambassador in France, remains here with his son,

George, and is preparing to make himself familiar with the situation, so

that when the proper time comes, he may take over his office. Mr. Sharp

is already making headway with his somewhat theoretical knowledge of

French. He told me that the war had upset many diplomatic and other

precedents. "It is quite obvious," he said, "that at this critical

period, Mr. Herrick could not desert his post, where his knowledge and

experience have been so valuable." Mr. Sharp added: "It is needless to

say that there will be no change of policy with my arrival as Ambassador

to France. The friendship between the United States and France was never

firmer than it is to-day. Personally, I am a fervent admirer of France,

of French art, culture, and science.

"Probably no country in the world is more universally admired for its

high degree of civilization than France. But it is my duty, as the

future representative of the United States, to be absolutely neutral in

everything concerning the present conflict. It cannot be too strongly

stated that the United States Government will not swerve from its

attitude of strict neutrality. The more impartial we remain, the

stronger our position will be, and the better it will be, indeed, for

all the belligerents when the time comes for discussing the conclusion

of peace.

"For I shall not be indiscreet if I give voice to the thought held by

many people that the role of the United States is bound to be a most

important one at that moment.

"President Wilson's recent offer," he said, "was timely, and although

every one knew that it could not then be accepted, yet it had the effect

of setting men's minds thinking.

"What nation could be more fitted than the United States to take the

lead in the peace negotiations?" asked Mr. Sharp. "In our nation are

amalgamated all the races now at war. Our sincerity is undoubted. Our

natural position of impartiality and neutrality is such that America's

voice would be surely listened to at the opportune moment."

Mr. Sharp himself belongs to several peace organizations in America. He

believes that after the present war there will be a complete revulsion

of public opinion throughout the world in favor of peace. Never, he

said, will there have been a riper moment for some scheme of general

disarmament.

Mr. Sharp would like to see the United States a party to an epoch-making

treaty sealing such an international accord. In this respect he believes

that, atrocious as this European conflagration is, good will be the

outcome for all nations, whoever the victors may be, if Europe reaps a

lasting peace.

Mr. Sharp comes to Paris with a general knowledge of international

political affairs, having served as a member in the United States

Congress for three terms, and holding position of ranking member of the

Foreign Affairs Committee at the time of his appointment.

_Thursday, September 10._

Thirty-ninth day of the war. Cloudy weather, with a brisk shower and

some thunder at three this afternoon. Afterwards fine. Southerly wind.

Temperature at five P.M. 22 degrees centigrade.

Favorable news was communicated at eleven o'clock this evening at the

headquarters at the Invalides. After four days of steady fighting, the

allied left wing has crossed the Marne near Charly and driven back the

enemy sixty kilometers, the British taking many prisoners and machine

guns. Near Sezanne, the Prussian Guard Corps has been driven back, north

of the marshes of St. Gond. No change is noted in relative positions on

the allied center and right, where fighting still continues with great

violence.

I went to the official press bureau at three this afternoon and met

there M. Arthur Meyer, the genial and venerable editor of the

_Gaulois_, and about forty French and foreign journalists. M.

Arthur Meyer, as "dean" of our calling, had a pleasant word and smile

for all. Just before the official _communiqué_, the director of the

Press Bureau, Commandant Klotz, former Minister of Finance, instructed

his assistant to notify all present that "any reproduction of or even

allusion to the interview published in an American morning paper (the

_Paris Herald_) with an American diplomatist would not pass the

censor if handed in at the telegraph or cable offices, and also that its

appearance in any French newspaper was prohibited. The reason for this

is that the interview might cause misunderstanding, and that it merely

reflected the personal opinions of a private individual who in no way

was an accredited representative of the United States."

This "official rebuke" was of course intended for Mr. William G. Sharp,

whose interview was printed in today's _Herald_. According to

European custom, diplomacy is a special calling or profession like those

of the soldier, sailor, lawyer, or physician. Amateur diplomacy has no

place in Europe, and to the French mind, the presence in Paris of an

unaccredited, although designated, ambassador, who expresses his

personal opinions on every subject, while there is a duly accredited

ambassador here, is an anomaly, causing no little annoyance to the

authorities, and tending to hamper and discredit the official

representative of the United States in Paris.

It is whispered that this "diplomatic indiscretion" of Mr. Sharp may

lead to a refusal of the French Government, when the time comes, to

grant his credentials. All the more so, because when Mr. Sharp was first

spoken of as a possible ambassador to Russia, the Russian Foreign Office

notified Washington that Mr. Sharp was not exactly a _persona

grata_, owing to certain public statements attributed to him

concerning the attitude of the Russian Government in regard to passports

to Jews of American and other nationalities. When Mr. Sharp was

nominated as American Ambassador to France, the French Foreign Office

discreetly inquired at St. Petersburg whether the Russian Government had

any objection to Mr. Sharp being accepted in Paris as the United States

Ambassador. The reply from St. Petersburg was that "there were no

objections," consequently the usual intimation was given by the Quai

d'Orsay that Mr. Sharp would be an agreeable person in Paris. The

arrival here of Mr. Sharp, in the midst of the war, and his interview on

the situation, however, has not influenced the French officials at the

Foreign Office in his favor. Mr. Sharp is unquestionably a patriotic,

clear-headed, capable, and highly intelligent representative of our

countrymen, and moreover, he is now obtaining diplomatic experience.

Spain has also had some tribulation with its ambassadors to France. When

President Poincaré and the French Cabinet decided to transfer the seat

of government to Bordeaux, the Spanish Ambassador, Marquis de Villa

Urrutia, was about to quit Paris with President Poincaré, but the King

of Spain wished his representative to remain in Paris. The marquis,

however, to use an American expression, got "cold feet" and expressed a

wish to go to Bordeaux. When this news reached King Alfonso, it so

happened that Lieutenant-general de los Monteros, Marquis de Valtierra,

Captain-general of Northern Spain at Burgos and San Sebastian, was in

conference with the king. King Alfonso asked the Marquis de Valtierra

where in his opinion would be the proper place in France for the Spanish

Ambassador. "Why," was the quick reply, "Paris, of course." "Well," said

the king, "that is not the opinion of the Marquis de Villa Urrutia, but

it is also my own opinion, and I have now decided to send you to Paris

as my ambassador!" Consequently, the Marquis de Villa Urrutia was

forthwith replaced by the Marquis de Valtierra, who is already duly

installed in the Spanish Embassy in the Boulevard de Courcelles. The new

Spanish Ambassador speaks English perfectly, as well as French, and he

is a personal friend of Ambassador Herrick.

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