FRENCH ROYALISTS.

Dominion, Volume 4, Issue 1181, 17 July 1911, Page 5

FRENCH ROYALISTS.

FIFTY ARRESTS. A DEMONSTRATION IN PARIS. By TelezraDh—l'rcss Aseociation-CoDyrishS Paris, July 11. A group of Royalists made a demonstration in tho Avenue du Bois de Boulogne. The public roughly handled them, and fifty arrests were made. Large ciuautities of explosives have been discovered in the domiciles of suspected revolutionaries. Tho Government has forbidden strikers to demonstrate outside tho prison where anti-militarists are confined. POP UP TO DEMAND A KING. Tho amusing noto is sounded by tho young acrobats who pop up on most inappropriate occasions to demand a king (writes the Paris correspondent of tho !>!e\y York "Evening Post" on April -1). Lacour, the young man who knocked off Brinnd's hat at tho dedication of the Jules Ferry statue, is taken so seriously by his comrades that they succeeded this week in turning his trial into a comedy, with tragic sentences on themselves for contempt of Court. The presiding Judge was obliged repeatedly to order the gendarmes to clear the Courtroom. The-3 king's "eamelots" wrapped arms aud legs around the benches and accused later tho gendarmes of trying to pull them away by their hair. Meanwhile they sang, to the rhythm always heard in students' demonstrations—" Assassins, Assassins!" Tho Public Prosecutor at last ordered tho puffing gendarmes to put them under arrest, and halo them before the Court. With great struggles two were brought forward. One was fifteen years old. "Did you sing?" asked the Judge. "Yes, with my comrades. It's a song without a name, the song of tho 'Camelots du Roi, J and we add two verses to it every day." Another of nineteen had cried,

"A bas la Republique! Vivo le Roi!" Another of sixteen called out, "Down with the Freemasons!" Suddenly a young man, who had been standing silent and motionless with tho journalists behind the Judges' bench, leaped forward. The presiding Judge turned just in time to avoid what ho expected to be a blow; but tho young man only shouted into his face, "You've sold your conscience! Freemason! Protestant! Down with the Republic!" Tho man was arrested on tho spot for immediate examination. From the lino in front rose loud cries—

"Conscience sold! Bandit! Freemason!" The Judge spoko to his aggressor with a voice showing some emotion. "I had said nothing to you. You were behind the Judges, and yon treat mo as one who has sold his conscience, as a Huguenot, a bandit. Yes, lam a Protestant, and I am proud of it. But lom neither a Freemason nor a bandit. Say that lam in your newspapers, if you wish, but not here." The young man listened with folded arms. "I said you had sold yourself. Freemasons have sold themselves to the Jews. Everybody knows that." Tho Judge patiently remarked, "But I am not a Freemason. You also called me a 'dirty individual.'" "Possibly, I don't know." The Judges retired for deliberation,' which was long—until darkness camo in the Courtroom and lights were turned on. The Camelots, waiting in line, ate sandwiches and chocolates brought in by their friends. Then they varied their weariness by singing the Camelots' song. For rebellion, tumult, outragos to authority, the dozen received prison sentences varying from ono month for ono of them to ton months for five others. Tho anti-Huguenot, who had directly insulted the Judge, got off with fifteen months. All cried together: "Hurrah! A bas laßepnblique! Vivo la Roi!"