Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, May 6, 1894, Page 19

THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, MAY 6 1894 TWENTY “PAGES. whose drivers all 'mcreamed, swore and cracked their whips in @ midst of a turmoll increased by the arknees, that was only plerced by the Ibright lights of the lamps The storin had lasted part of the night, and a sea of liquid mud splashed under the rees’ feet, while those who were walking stepped In above thelr ankle M. Viguerol followed In the distance by Mme. Vigueron and Mme. Chalse, lifted Gustave to put him and his crutch in the nibus of t of the Apparition where presently the fadies themselves also got in. Mme. Maze,with A little shiver, like a cat that hates to wet its paws, signed to the driver of an old eoupe, got in and disappeared, discreetly ing the address of the Convent of the Blue Bisters. inally Sister Hyacinthe was able to establish h 1If with Rouguet and Sophie Couteau in char a-bauc that was by Ferrand and and des conchmen whipped their small fast horses, the car rlages rolled off with demoniac rapldit mid the cries and the spluttering of the m Mme. Vineent stood before the moving flood, hesitating to cross, with her precious burden in her arms. At times laughter was heard around her. “'Oh, what a mess!" and every one would hold up her garments as she went. Finally, as the c A thinned in the courtyard, she ventured to risk it. Ah, what a fear of slipping on the stones, of falling in the dark night! But when she reached the inclined part of the road she found there groups of women on the wateh, offerings rooms to let, a bed or board ac cording to one's means Madame,” she as an old woman, please tell me the way to the grotto?'" Not even answering, the woman offered a cheap room. “Every house is full. You will find nothing at the hot ls. You might, per- «haps, get something to eat, but not a hole to #loep in. To eat, to sleep. Ah, God! could Mme. Vincent even think of such things, she wha had co with only 30 sous in her purse, all that remained after paying her expenses, “Madame, please show me the way to the grotto."” Among the wom ‘wares there was on fearts, donkey wagons, occupied St. Francols who were crying their ala handsome girl, dressed like a smart ma very neat and With clean hands. She slightly shrugged her shoulders, and as a priest went by with his broad chest and rublcund face she dashed after him, offering a furnished room, fol- lowing him and whispering in his ear, ‘Here,” another woman moved by pity said at last, “go down that road, turn to your right and you will come to the grotto,” Inside the station on the landing platform the bustle otill continued, while the well pllgrims and those invalids who could walk had moved on, and thus relieved the gang- way somewhat. There still remained the very {ll and those who were hard to get out and take away. The litter bearers rushed wildly about ‘with their litters and bath chairs in the midst of their. distracting ne- cessity, not knowing at which end to begin As Berthaud, followed by Gerard, was pass- ing and waving orders he saw two ladies and & young girl standing under a gas jet, and Who appeared to be waiting. He recognized Raymonde, and stopped his companion sud denly by a motion. “Ah, mademolsell . how delighted I am to sce gou! Is your mother well, and have you had a pleasant journey? Then without waiting: “My friend, M. Gerard Peyralongue.’ Raymonde looked steadily with her clear, smiling eyes at the young man. “Oh, T have the pleasure of belng slightly acquainted with this gentleman. We have already met at Lourdes Then CGerard, thinking his cousin was rather rushing the matter, and quite deter mined not to be compromised in any sense, merely bowed with great polileness. & “We are walting for mamma,” continued the young girl. “She Is very busy. She Is looking after some very il people. Little Mme. Desagueaux, with her pretty blonde head and its curly hair, declared that it served her right, for Mme. de Jonquiere had refused any assistance from her, and that she was pining and burning with the wish to be useful while Mme. Volmar, apart, silent, was quite disinterested, only trying to peer through the. gloom as if looking for some one; her magnificent eyes, usuall misty and dreaming, were now all aglow. But at this moment there was but one thought. They were taking Mme. Diculafay out of her first class compartment, and Mme. Desagueaux could not restrain an exclama- tion of pity: “Ol, poor woman!"” It was indeed distressing to see that lovely creature in all her luxury lying among her laces as though in a coffin, so fallen away that she was like a mere rag that fluttered on the sidewalk, waiting to be carried off. Her husband and sister were standing beside her, both of them very elegant looking, yet very sad, while a man servant and lady's maid, laden down with bags and parcels, ran to see If the large caleche that had been ordered ahead by telegram was walting in the court yard. Abbe Judaine also assisted the invalid, and when two men raised her he bent forward and bade her “‘au revoir,” adding some few words that she did not seem to hear. Then as he watched her go lhe added, turning to Berthaud, whom he ne: oor things! If they might only purchase & cure! I have told them that more precious than any gold in the sight of the Holy Vir- gIn are the prayers of the faithful, and I trust that my own prayers may have availed to soften Leaven. None the loss, they are bringing a most magnificent present, a golden lamp for the basilica, a perfect beauty, chased and containing precious May the immaculate Mary deign to smile on it!" Many gifts were thus brought, enormous bouquets had just been carried past, an epergne, a sort of triple crown of roses mounted on a wooden stand. And the old priest explained that he intended before leaving to have a banner hung, the gift of Mme. Jousseur, Mme. Dieulafay's sister. Just then Mme. de Jonquicre came up and perceiving Berthaud and Gerard: *I beg you, gentlemen, go to that railway carriage there, nearby. They need men, for there are three '——or four invalids to take down. I am in de- spair. 1 can do nothing.” Bowing hastily to Raymonde, Gerard was already gone, but Berthaud advised Mme. de Jonqulere to go with her daughter and’ the ladies, and not to remain longer on the platform, swearing there was no further need of her—that he would attend to all and sec that sho should have her invalids in her ward at the hospi- tal within three-quarters of an hour. She ended by acceding and took a carriage with Raymonde and Mme. Desageaux. At the last moment Mme. Volmar had disappeared, as though she had yielded to a sudden im- patience. They thought they had seen her approach an unknown man, probably to ask for some Information. At all events, they would meet again at the hospital. Berthaud rejoined Gerard In front of the rallway carriage, just as he was trying, as- sisted by two comrades, to get M. Sabathier out. 1t was an awkward matter, for he was very large, very heavy, and they thought he would never be able to squeeze through the door of the compartment. He had got in, however. Two more letter carriers went Jaround to the other door and they finally suc- [ ceeded In getting him out on the sidewalk. Day was breaking, a lttle faint light, and the station platform presented a lamentable appearance with all the surroundings of the fmprovised ambulances, La Grivotte, faint- ing already, was lying there on a mattress waiting for a litter; while they had been obliged to prop Mme. Vetu up against a lamp post in such a bad turn and suffering 80 fearfully that they dared not touch her. Hospital aides with gloved hands pushed their little wagons with difficulty, that con- talned poor old women with ancient baskets under their feet; yet others could not get by at all with their litters where stiff bodles were stretched—sad, dumb bodies, with suf- fering eyes, and the infirm, However, the crippled ones seemed to get along—a lame young priest; a little boy With his crutches, hunchbacked and one leg off, dragged him- solf like a gunome among the groups. A cir- cle had formed round a man who was bent in two, twisted by paralysis to such a state that they were obliged to carry him thus doutled in a chair upside down, his head and feet at the bottom. It looked as though it would take ho to vacate the platform, The confusion was at its height when the station master, rushing out, cried he Bayonne express 1s signaled. Hurry, hurry; you have only three minutes!" Father Fourcade, who had remained in the crowd on the arm or Dr. Bonamy, with & merry manner that encouraged the inva- Nds, beckoned to Berthaud, and said: ‘wke them all out first, then you will be able to get them away." This advise was most wise, and they got everything down on the platform. Only Marie now remained in the rallway carriage, ailing patiently. At last M. de Guer- Hotel | | saint and Plerre had reappeared with the two pairs of wheels, and Plerre took the young girl out In great haste, assisted only by Gerard. She was as light as a winged-bird, and the hox alone caused them some bother. Finally the men placed it firmly on the wheels, that were bolted firmly on. Had it not been for the interiewnce of the crowd Plerre could have trundled Mario off at once. “Hurry, hurry,” repeated the station master furiously. He, too, was aiding by hand; 1ifting the feet of him out more quickly. F the bath chairs that clatte; glving a helping sme invalid to get also pushed along d up the edge of the sidewalk. But in a second class carrla a woman, the very last to get out, had just been seized with a nervous attack. She screamed, she threw horself about—no one could touch her at that time. And the ex- press would soon arrive. That was sig- naled by the uninterrupted ringing of the electric bell. It had to be decided at once— to close the door and run the train off to the side track, where it would remain made up for three days until it again carried back its freight pilgrims and invalids. As it tched screamer might still be heard, who with a nun had alone re- mained in it, the cries becoming fainter and fainter, like those of a weak child that ends in being comforted. “Good God!" murmured the station master. “It was about time." The Bayonne express came by, indeed, at full speed, passing like a streak of lightning along the pitiful platform, where w dragged the sorrowful misery of an out- pouring from a hospital. The bath chairs, the litters were shaken by the train, but there was no accident, for the train hands were watching and sending back from the tracks the frightened flocks that were still struggling to pass out. Elsewhere circula- tion was resumed. The litter bearers finally succeeded in transporting the ill people with a prudent slowness Little by little daylight increased, a clear dawn whitened the sky and reflected back on the carth, still dark. One could begin to see men and peoplé distinetly. No, presently,” repeated Marie to Plerre, “Let us wait till the press is somewhat ove And she interested herself in looking at a man of about 60 years, of military aspec who was walking about among the invalids. of moved off the w His square and white hair, closely cropped, would have still given him a martml air, if he had not dragged his left foot, that he turned in every step. He leaned heavily with his left hand on a large cane. M. Saba- thier, who had been here for six years, per- ceived him and called: “Ah! is it you, Com- mandant?" Perhaps his name was Commandant, but as he was decoratéd and wore a large red ribbon, perhaps he was designated thus on account of his decoration, although he was only a simple knight. No one knew his precise history, and he doubtless still had a family somewhere—children perhaps—but these things had always been vague and mysterious. For three years he was on duty at the station to oversee the coaches—a simple occupation, a modest sitnation given as a great favor and that permitted him to live perfectly happy. Stricken by a first at- tack of apoplexy when 55, he had a second three vears later that had slightly paralyzed his left side. Now he was walting for the third with an air of absolute tranquility. As he expressed it he was at the mercy of death, tonight, tomorrow, that very moment. He was well known all over Lourdes for his mania at the time of the pilgrimages of going upon the arrival of each train, dragging his foot and leaning on his cane, to be surprised by and reproach the invalids with the de- sire they signified to be cured. Thus, for three years he had seen M. Sabathier, and all his rage fell on him. ‘How is this? You again? Do you, then, wish to live this execrable life? But, damn it, £0 home and die peacefully in you own bed! Is not that the best thing in the world?" M. Sabathier laughed, without feeling an- ed, though suffering greatly from the rough manner they had been obliged to get him out of the raiiway carriage. 0, no; I would rather be cured.” “Cured! Cured! They all want the same. They come for hundreds of miles, howling with pain, to be cured, that they may begin again all the ills, all the pains. Look here, sir. At your age, with your worn out body, you would be well caught if your Holy Virgin did give vou back your legs! What would you do with them? “While you are about it, die at once, eh! That is real happiness!” And he sald this not as a believer who aspired to the delicious rewards in another life, but as a worn out man who expected to fall into oblivion in the eternal peace of being no more forever. ‘While M. Sabathler gayly shrugged his shoulders, as if talking to a child, Abbe Ju- daine, who had returned to find his banner, stopped in passing to scold the commandant gently, for he, too, was acquainted with him. “Do not blaspheme, my dear friend; you offend God when you refuse life and do not love health. If you had listened to me your- self you would already have asked the Holy Virgin to cure your limb." The commandant then got angry. “My leg—it 1s useless. I am satisfied about that.” And when death does come, let that be the end forever. When the time comes to die one just turns to the wall and dies— that is all.” But the old priest interrupted him. He pointed to Marie, who lay stretched in her box listening to them. *“You would send back all our invalids to die at home, even that young lady, would 7 not? She Is still young and anxious to o Marie opened her large eyes in her ardent desire to be, to take part In this world, and the commandant, who had approached, looked at her. Seized with a sudden and profound emotion that made his voice tremble, he said: “If mademolselle is cured, I also wish for her another miracle, that of belng happy.” And he walked on in his role of incensed philosopher, in the midst of the invalids, dragging his foot and striking the flagstones with the ferrule of his great stick. Little by little the platform was cleared. They had carried oft Mme. Vetu and La Gri- votte; Gerard had taken M. Sabathier in a bath chair, while Baron Suire and Berthaud were already giving their orders about the green train that was expected. Marie only remained, and Plerre guarded her jealously. But he got ready and had dragged her into the court yard when they noticed that but a moment since M. de Guersaint had disappeared. Almost Immedlately they saw him talking with Abbe des Hermoises, whose acquaintance he had just made. A mutual admiration for nature had drawn them to- gether. Day had dawned. The neighboring mountains stood forth in all their majesty, and M. de Guersaint gave cries of delight. “‘What a land, sir. Fer thirty years I have been most anxlous to'visit this range of Gav- arine, But it Is still far away, and so dear that I surely can never make the excursion.” You are mistaken, sir. Nothing is easier. If several join together the expense 1s mod- erate. And this year specially I am anxious to go again, so that if you will be one of us—"' How so, sir? We will talk it over agaln A thousand thanks.” His daughter called him, and he rejoined them after exchanging cordial bows. Pierre had declded that he would drag Marie to the hospital, to spare her the pain of getting futo another vehicle. Omnibuses, landaus, little carts were already returning, and again fill- ing the court yard waitiig for the next train, and he had some trouble to get into the road with the little carriage, whose two wheels sank to their hubs in the mud. The police- men who maintained order growled against the nasty mess that covered (heir boots. Only the runners, both old and young, who had rooms to let, defled the fllth that they crossed In every sense in the pursuit of pil- grims as they came out of the statfon. As the carriage rolled more easily on the slanting road Marie suddenly asked M. de Guersaint, who walked beside her: “Father, what day 15 this “Saturday, my darling.” “True, it is Saturday, the day of the Holy Virgin. W1l it be today that she will cure me And just behind her, on a covered litter, two porters were furtively carrying the corpse of & man that they were (aking to the end of a room belonging to the coach service, behind the shadows of the barrels, eventually to bury him In some secret place that would be designated by Father Four- cade. (To be continued Ono word describes it, refer to DeWitt's Witeh Hazel Salve, cures piles. English dimities are popularly used this year for morning gowns. This fabric is in- expensive, pretty, oool lookiug, and wears well. —-— Japanese wash silks are in constant de- mand. HOME OF THE CANVASBACK A Morning's £hoot that Will Live in Memory as Long as Life Lasts, SIMERAL TRIES TO BURN UP THE ISLAND A Doubte on Mallards—One of Rex's Favorite Bursting of and a Run for the Raneh, Goos UTIFULLY, AT Hamilton's com- mand, Rex brought in both geese, cne after the other, and we had barely got settled In our blinds when a flock of snow gerse, flying came over. higl . id they were too high, but he was too late. The law- was already upon his feet, and had the birds been skimming the sky, Y % he couldn't have been restrained from pulling the trigger. Imagine our surprise then, when after he had poured both barrels into them, and they had well passed over our blinds, one let loose and came whirling and gyrating to the water. It was a chance shot and a long one, but the birl was as dead as the proverbial mack- erel when he struck the water. “Who ever sald I couldn't kill geese was mistaken, that's all. Did you ever see a prettier shot?’ ejaculat:d the barrister, as Rex hauled the dead goose up into the yel- low grass. “Mark!" It was a bunch of canvas, and they came hurtling down the wind with tre- mendous velocity. I took the lead, Hamilton the middle, according to our positions, and Simeral the rear. We all downed our birds, mine the hen and Ed and Billy's drakes. Mine was killed dead, but the other two were but wing tipped. Hamilton shot his over instanter, but the lawyer let his get away from him. Another bunch came in almost ately, but they swung out rather far. We, heard the shot rattle against their sides, but they were a hard crowd and continued on their way toward the hyperborean re- gions. Again, had we hardly recovered from our chagrin, when a flock of canvas, embracing probably sixty birds, came straight into u We waited until they dropped their bl legs to light among their wooden prototype when we all arose and fired together. half-dozen birds fell, while a seventh, who had rec:ived some stray shot in the fu e, swerved from the main bunch as they tore straight away and, flying back of us, crossed the intervening water, went over the wagon and fell on the hillside fully a mile away. “He's all right—we'll get 'im tonight remarked Hamilton, confidently, say 50, I'll send Rex after him now. He'll g him all right, but he won't bring him here. “What will he do with him?" I inquired. “He'll hide him somewhere near the wagon, then when we go in, he'll bring him forth. That's an old trick of his, and he likes to play it. We'll watch him. Go get him, Rex!" All this time the dog had been half crouching, half statding in his grassy lair with his hazel eves fastened intently on the distant hillside, but at his master's man- date he sprang eagerly away, ran along the shall-covered shore of the’island to the far- thest inland point, then plunged into the lake. At this juncture Hamilton's ever restless eyes had discovered a flock of canvas cir- cling over the wapatoo beds across the lake to the northeast. .He brought his caller into requisition and after a moment’s shrill squawking succeeded in attracting their at- tention and they quickly started to come over. They were not long in getting their eyes on the decoys, but shied past just as we thought they were going to come in and deflected to the left. They made a circle of a mile or more, then came bearing down upon us again. As they approached Ed gave a running, clucking call. The birds turned and came swiftly on suspectingly toward us, We saw that they were extremely timid and tacitly agreed upon taking a long chance. Sure enough, when within possibly fifty yards of the blinds, they ‘dished,” with a sibilant swish, and began to go up at the rate of a mile a_half-minute and, feeling that they were off and that this was our only chance, we jumped to our feet and emptied our Lefevers. To our utter aston- ishment four birds fell, all killed clean. “There goes Rex;" interrupted Hamilton, and turning we saw the dog climbing up the west bank of the lake. Once upon solid ground he gave himself a vigorous shaking, rolled over on the grass a time or two, then struck off for the hillside where we knew our canvasback had fallen. He was not long in reaching the place and the next we saw of him he was on his way back to where the wagon stood, and from the high attitude of his noble head and his proud step, we knew what he bore in his mouth. It was the dead canvasback. Reaching the wagon he deposited his prize on the ground, gazed intently over in our di- rection a moment, then picking it up he trotted leisurely off among the dead yucca and cactus plants, soon losing himself from sight. Ten minutes later he appeared on the lake shore and stood gazing across at us, as if to say: “I'll surprise you fellows in the evening with an extra duck A shrill whistle from Ed, and the dog once more plunged into the restless waters, and a short time after was curled up in the grass back of our blind again. ‘Mark!" to the north! mallards!” came the same old electrifying admonition from Ham- ilton, and down the lake we saw them coming, a single pair. The wind was assist- ing them considerably, and it required but a few seconds to bring them in. As they caught sight of the decoys thelr natural wariness and caution returned to them and they began to beat upward as if for a bet- ter view. Everything seemed satisfactory and down they came plump in our faces, the old drake, with green velvet head stretched far out, leading his mottled consort by a foot or two. ‘“There's an easy double, Sandy,” whis- pered Hamilton, “you take them and show Bill and I what you can do. ‘All right,” I responded, “I'll show you how I always do It,” and as the two birds were cupping their wings and dropped their orange pillars, I arose for the shot. The drake was evidently extremely sus- pliclous, and, in an almost perfectly upright position, he was hovering almost station- ary over the decoys, with his glossy chest- nut breastplate and ashen belly staring me in the face, while the hen was timorously fluttering just behind. With the most su- preme confidence in my skill T banged away without hardly alming, and thinking, of course, that he was good as dead, I swung off and onto the hen, who had wheeled as if on a pivot, and with distraught squawks was cutting her way through space with all the energy of her sturdy pinions. Bang! went the other barrel, and to my Inexpressible disgust and humiliation I saw both birds making good their escape, the old drake spitefuly emitting that aggravating “mamph! mamph! mamph” as he dove round and joined his mate in her mad flight across the lake. A downy feather or Lwo was being buffeted hither and thither by the stiffening wind, and that was all. 1 had scored a beautiful double—mi The lawyer chuckled in flendish glee, but Hamilton was more considerate. He smiled in a peculiar way, of course, but as a sur- cease for my sorrow, said: ““Well, sir, if I have done that once, I've done it 1,000 times, in my experience. The best shot on earth don't know just when he is golng to drop a tough old mallard. They scem to get out of the most fmpossible situ- ations sometimes. You, see, you were too anxious to make a double, 50 you missed both. You shot under both birds, but a few shots whistled through the old drake's tail feathers. Bet you couldn’t do that again in twenty trials.” 1 badn't & word to say. I simply slipped in a couple of more shells in a sort of per- functory way, and squatted down in my which | mentally wished, just then, a few dozen feet deeper, for I knew the yer immedi- | gladly turned from thé Fubject disciple of Blackstone would have an erup- tion sooner or later. Sure cnough, after a moment's silence, br Kken only by the snap of a match as the law- yer Iit his old briarwood, and it came. ‘How'd you come to do it, Gris? Looked to me as if I could have kiiled both of ‘em with a base ball bat—they were so close. But you remember what I told you about pulling a little high—" ‘You tell me anyth 1 interrupted savagely,not in a hundred years, and I'll bet you $50 you can’t prove you're alive now You tell me how to hold on a duck—you make me sick.” g back!" d was enjoying this little by-play, he had kept his visual organs at k, and it was his precautionafy exclamation that cut short a coll incandescent The birds were coming down the lake from the north, an immensé Rorde of them, and in our anticipatory entlifisiasm Billy and 1 of my egre- quy thal might have grown glous fiasco to the sport dhead. Scrateh! That was Simeral lighting that odifer- ous old pipe of his. Think of a true sports- man toying with the filthy weed in such a supreme moment. Lighting his pipe with one hundred royal canvdsback, on swift wing, bearing down upon him! Can sucha thing be true? ‘We'll knock out a ddzen this time—they want to light—be carefitl—don't—" Scratch! Another match. The birds had now dfopped low over the water and were slowing up preparatory to sliding into its cooling depths. In another moment they will have settied. What a flock—the like 1 had never scen before. nerve was tingling, every muscle, ery fiber quivering with the keenest de- light, such as only sportsmen know under such circumstances. Ed and I crouched like images hewn from stone. Moveless as death, we were walt- ing until the advance couriers of the ap- proaching myriad had breasted the crest of the restless lake, when suddenly we were startled to our feet by a maniacal shrick, and glancing whence came this eldritch sound we saw Simeral executing a dance, compared with which the ghost dance of the wild and untutored Sioux would have been tame and listless indeed. One of the cast-aside matches had ignited the exuberant growth of heayy pampas grass with which his blind was encom- passed, and it was blazing furiously all about him. But he was game, and he fought its advancement with heroic vigor, 'kicking, stamping and threshing about like a huge live lobster in a kettle of boiling water. Rex was frantic, too, and to the din he added his sharp yelps, as he leaped about the fiery circle. In another moment Muskrat island would have been a sea of roaring, lurid flame, for its surface was fairly matted with a rank growth of grass, flags and reeds, dry as tinder and as inflammable as oil. But Hamilton and T were quickly to the rescue. izing the gunny in which we car- ried the decoys, we attacked the spreading flames with all our enersies, and soon had the satisfaction of seeing the last spark ex- tinguished. The can , we never saw or heard of that flock again, and judging from our own fright and excitement, it is not improbable to suppose that they are going yet. ow T hope,” T exclaimed irascibly, as I turned upon the crestfallen lawyer, ‘‘that you will throw that damned old pipe of yours in the lake. I never was in a blind With you in my life but what you were cor tinually lighting that old cesspot, and you know I have told you a hundred times that when you are shooting ducks it is no time to smok “When you are shooting ducks,” he got back, with a good deal of unction, “I should think you'd smoke all the time—it will steady your nerve: Then ~ without another word he crawled back in his hole, brushed the grassy em- bers from his hunting jacket and got down to business, for five minutes later the air seemed fairly alive with canvasbacks and redheads. It was a famous flight, and did famous work, knocking the feathered beauties right and left, until Rex had the whole end of the island fairly covered witlr them. At this inauspicious juncture the storm that had been gathering and threatening all morning broke upon us. The distant sandhills mingled grayly, and then amidst a fine, nasty, driving mist the whole per- spective was swallowed up. The lake blackened, and the shadowy brakes of regd and rush’ melted away, the further shore line disappeared in the misty mingle, and aithough the rain had' not yet set in in all its culminating fury, We were already shiv- ering and drenched to!'the skin. with a rush, the storm was upon us. lake and plain, so soft and tender and pleas- ing to the fancy in tlie barly morning sun- shine, became, in a waft of Boreas' wand, reeking with wet and cold. Then there was a sudden shifting of the clouds, and hope arose in our swelling hearts; to the magic of sunshine the misty curtain lifted and there was an instantaneous glitter all about. Then it came again. the black and howling tempest, with spits of snow, en- zulfing wrathful lake, *swaying reeds and frowning hills, and changing again into jewel work under the struggling rays of the sun. For an hour thére was a quick in- terweaving of raln and snow, darkness and sunlight, and such another mysterious storm I never encountered before. ~Foggy shafts would streak the scene, then blue eyes would open in the ragged clouds. The ar- cades of water, mist and shadow would glow, darken, be masked in the storm, and flash’ again into gold. But finally all this interesting phenomena came ta an end. The face of all nature shrunk as within some murky horror. The sky grew blacker and the lake more wrathful, while the wind came down like blades of steel. The rain grew flercer and finer, and before we could realize it, it had merged into a driving, blind- ing sheet of stinging particles of snow, which went howling and shrieking across the lake as if the world was about to come to an end. It beyond the endurance of the most indomitable sportsman to withstand the furies of such a blast, and we were soon battling with the angry waves in our efforts to reach the shore. But Hamilton's little craft was as staunch as boat ever was, and after a quarter of an hour of almost super- human effort we reached the bank. “It is a blizzard, boys—the worst of the year!" exclaimed Ed as we crowded into our seats in the wagon, ‘‘we must make the ranch with no more fooling. 1 know what this means!" An hour later we were home, yet it was a close call, for the blizzard raged as blizzard seldom raged before. But once within that happy sod lodge, with the warmth of a great fire filling every nook and cranny, with the party all in, dogs, too, all casting that social spell 80 congenial to our natures, restored the equilibrium of our spiris. The gloom without found no entrance there. The feeling of isolation, of cold and fear fled. We were again of the family of man. SANDY GRISWOLD, Emile Zola's Popularity. Washington Post Although M. Zola cannot into that compact and complacent mutual admiration French academy, he tured popular ‘admiration which “the members of that galaxy have never o much as dreamed. When he ap- peared at the Trocadero on Thursday last to lecture for the benefit of a charity fund, he was made the object of an ovation of extraordinary fervor and enthusiasm. The following account, taken from the Herald's European edition’ of the 27th of April, is of interest: “In the cause of charity M. Bmile Zola made his debut on the public platform today, when he gave what is described on the bills as a lecture, or ‘conference,’ at the Trocdero, In ald of; the pension fund of the Soclete des Gens,de Lettres. The immense hall was crowged, fully 2,000 being present, as all Paris, js talking about his new work, ‘Lourdes,” which was announced to be the subject of the reading M. Zola's appearange was greeted with urst of long and lagd applause ‘I erave your indulgence,’ sald M. Zola, ‘as this is my first agjpearance before go large an audience, aid, ps 1 am infinitely troubled.’ “He went on to explaln why he was on the platform. He had, been told that his sistance would be ai attraction. He had win his way little the to have cap- an axtent™of soclety known as seems to raised many objectiops-he Wwas unaccus- tomed to public speaking, his ‘ridiculous timidity,” ete.—but al}, were met by the response, ‘It Is for aug poor, and he had congented. Al writers, unfortunately, did not Lecome mwillionaire, and he had not the cart to refuse a request pleaded on such grounds, “‘Taw not a musiclan, not an actor—only you some’ sclections from my new book, “Lourdes." ‘M. Zola then sat down at the table om the platform and read some short selections, In novelist, and T can do nothing but read | [ the first dealing with Bernadette Soubirow | ehildhood, the second with the first app: tion, the third with the effect of the ap- paritions on the people of the trict, The audience listened with most profonnd interest and in the deepest silence to the end, when there ensued a perfect ‘storm of applause and cheering, with waving of hand | kerchiefs, such as is rarely experienced with Lourdes dis | a French audience. M. Zola had to come forward thrice in respo He bowed with quiet dignity, like a man conscious of his own_value “If today's audience was representative of opinion in Irance generally—and there is very little doubt that such i the case—thero | s no man in the country of whom the | French are more proud Zola deals with with truth, with the problems of real life. His pictures, splendid and somber, graclous and beauti- ful, terrible and tragic, as the case may be, are pictures of familiar things. The pas- sions he portrays and plays upon are the passions which every day men and women have experienced. He is in touch with hu- manity and the secret of his spell is sym- pathy. The members of the Academy who refuse him a welcome to their brotherhood cannot harm Zola or weaken his hold upon mankind; they can only harm themselves by siighting him. He will live when they are forgdtten. They are ‘immortals” by favor. He is immortal by the divine right of genius and achievement — MassACH SETTS. The ton Globe day that hu a patriot 1y State man aske the matter with the followl Tune “America having said the other tts would not rhyme, it what 18 All hail to thee Achusetts, you're Of whom we We love thy water's w where codf nt as flowers, b'gosh, In carly spring Fra; To thee, dear M Setts, we will e Only to the: What though thy cobblestones Call forth our sighs and groans, Still each thy praise intones Thou, great and free. “hu r be true, Let music swell Massa Chusetts, both night and day, *Twon't be enough thy codfish play = yly_in your old bay, And shout thy glory aye, For you're the stuff! —— The National Educational association, with Hon. A. G. Lane, su rtendent public schools, Chicago, president; Hon., J. M. Greenwood, superintendent public schools I City, treasurer; Hon. Irwin Shep- ard, president state normal school, Winona, Minn., secretary, and H N. A. 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