resthrants.  No wan has iver sufficiently described th’ turrors iv a corryspondint’s life excipt th’ corryspondints thimsilves.  Gin’rals an’ other liars is rewarded.  Th’ corryspondint gets no credit.  No wan will give him credit.  Still he sticks to his post; an’ on this pearlous day he was at Rennes, fightin’ th’ other corryspondints, or, if he was an English journalist, defindin’ th’ honor iv Fr-rance again hersilf.  ’Tis a good thing for Fr-rance that there ar-re silf-sacrificin’ men that don’t undherstand her language, to presint her vicious nature to th’ English an’ American public.  Otherwise, Hinnissy, she might think she was as good as th’ rest iv us.

“Well, while th’ sthreets in Rennes was packed with these dauntless souls, ar-rmed with death-dealin’ kodaks, there was a commotion near th’ coort-house.  Was it a rivolution?  Was this th’ beginnin’ iv another Saint Barth’mew’s Day, whin th’ degraded passions in Fr-rance, pent up durin’ three hundherd years, ‘d break forth again?  Was it th’ signal iv another div’lish outbreak that ‘d show th’ thrue nature iv th’ Fr-rinch people, disgeezed behind a varnish iv ojoous politeness which our waiters know nawthin’ about?  No, alas! alas! ‘twas nawthin’ a man cud make more thin a column iv.  ‘Twas th’ ac-cursed janitor goin’ in to open th’ degraded windows.  Abase th’ janitor, abase th’ windows!  Fear followed uncertainty.  No wan knew what moment he might be called upon to defind his life with his honor.  Suddenly th’ brutal polisman who sthud on gyard waved his hand.  What cud the brave men do?  They were obliged to rethreat in disordher.  But our special corryspondint was able f’r to obtain a fine view of th’ thrillin’ scene that followed.  First came th’ coort, weepin’.  They was followed be th’ gin’rals in th’ Fr-rinch ar-rmy, stalwart, fearless men, with coarse, disagreeable faces.  Each gin’ral was attinded be his private bodygyard iv thried and thrusted perjurers, an’ was followed be a wagon-load iv forgeries, bogus affidavies, an’ other statements iv Major Estherhazy.  Afther thim come th’ former ministers iv th’ Fr-rinch governmint, makin’ an imposin’ line, which took three hours passin’ a given point.  As they marched, it was seen that they were shyly kickin’ each other.

“An interval iv silence followed, in which cud be heard cries iv ‘Abase Dhryfuss!’ an’ ‘Abase Fr-rance!’ an’ thin come th’ man on whom th’ lies iv all th’ wurruld is cinthred.  Captain Dhryfuss plainly shows his throubles, which have made him look tin years younger.  His raven hair is intirely white; an’ his stalwart frame, with th’ shoulders thrown back, is stooped an’ weary.  His haggard face was flushed with insolent confidence, an’ th’ cowa’dice in his face showed in his fearless eye.  As he passed, a young Fr-rinch sojer was with diff’culty resthrained fr’m sthrikin’ him an’ embracin’ him with tears in his eyes.