Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 3, 1894, Page 19

| < THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, JUNE 3, 1894-TWENTY PAGES you go to the executive department? It is only a few steps away from here.” He 414 not even wait for their answer, but started off (o the other side of the Place de Rosaire, baving but one wish—to amuse Ray- monde. To tell the truth, the inspection of the candle factory was even less amusing than that of the packing rooms, from which they had just come. It was in a sort of cel- lar un one of the ar right a deep recess that was divided by the boams into vast rooms. In all these divisions there were the most extraordinary numbers of can- dles, all sort and classified In sizes. The overflow of candles given to the grotto were there, and they accumulated o largely that special carts, in which the candles wers were geveral times cach day pushed to the grating and brought back to the factory. The principle was that all the candles ought to be burned at the statue placed by pilgrims, of the Virgin, but there were far tov many to do this, though 200 were lighted day and night; but the number of candles never seemed to be diminished, for the offerings constantly excecded the requirements. So it was 1 that the fathers were obliged 0 sell these candles once again. Indeed, friends of the grotto had been he to boas that the rendering of the wax and sale of the candles supported the entire work of grotto The actual number of candles they saw completely overcame Raymonde and Mme. Desagneaux. Nothing but candles, and Particularly the small candles, and candies. 10 sous up to 1 franc sizes that cost from seemed to- abound. M. de Guersaint in- sisted upon hearing statistics, and then when he attempted to calculate quite lost his count. Pierre was perfectly :ilent b fore this mass of wax, that was to b burned to the glory of God, and althoug not an utilitarian he could not resist, n his appreciation of the joys of luxury, thinking how in place of this unsatisfactory illusion that may possibly take the fancies of men, how much goo! might have been accom- plished with the money spent for these wax candles, that merely ended in smoke. n 1 to do about the bottle T wish “What to send?” asked Mme. Desagneaux. “We will go to the office,” answered Qerard. it is a matter of only five minutes. They were obliged to retrace their steps across the Place de Rosalre and mount the steps that led to the basilica. The office was up there, to the left, at the very entrance to the path of Calvary. It was a miserable little bullding, meanly put to- gether, of boards and plaster, stained by rain and storms, and having a wooden sign, earing these words: m"ln[:rmmhm given here regarding glfts, masses and cocieties. All wishes carrled out. Water from Lourdes sent from here. Subscriptions recelved for the Annual of Our Lady of Lourdes.” How many milllons had already passed through these miserable offices, evidently dating from the age of innocence when the foundations of the neighboring basilica were hardly begun. They all went in, curlous to ee it. But they saw only a little grating, at which Mme. Desagneaux was cbliged to stoop to give her friend’s address. Then she paid 70 centimes and was handed a fluttering recelpt like a scrap of paper used by em- ployes In the baggage room at a station. Once more outside Gerard showed them a large building, some 200 or 300 yards dis- ta Look, that is where the fathers live.” “But they are never visible,” said Plerre. The young n seemed greatly surprised and did not answer for an instant. “It {8 true they are not often seen, because they relinquish the entire management of the national pilgrimage to the Fathers of the sumption.”’ A!P&Trl« looked at the bufiding, built of hewn stone, that resembled nothing so much as a strong castle. The windows were closed, the house appeared deserted. Yot everything emanated from there, and all was planned within those walls. Plerre ined he could hear the speechless yet yg;firml rake that was stretched over the entire valley, raking up from the people the gold, and the very life blood of the crowds, which was used by the fathers to their own profit. Just then Gerard continued In an ertone : ‘m'?lamk there; you see they do show them- selyps. There is the reverend director, Father Capdebarthe. A priest was passing at that very mo- ment. He was a peasant. Half clvilized, his rugged frame, with its huge frame, looked as if it had been hewn with a hatchet. No ray of intelligence lighted his opaque eyes, and his coarse facs seemed to have retained & taint of the earth—a red and dull tint of tho actual soil. Mgr. Lawrence had, in- deed, madoe a truly politic choice when he trusted the organization and management of the grotto to these Garalson missionaries, nearly all of whom were sons of mountain- eers and passionately fond of their native lands. The little group of five then went down to the Square de la Marlasse, the broad avenue that follows along the rampants at the left, and joins the Avenue de la Grotto. It was alfeady past 1 o'clock, but breakfast was still golng on everywhere, for it took some hours for this overflowing crowd of 50,000 pllgrims to pass in file before any luncheon tgbles. Plerre, who had left the table d'hote at the hotel filled, and since then had seen the hospitalier crowded so closely at “la Popotte,”” was simply amazed to see eating still going on—everywhere, on every side, people ‘were eating. But out here In the open alir it was the lower classes only who thus invaded the sidewalks with thelr rough tables, formed of long boards, with benches placed along, covered over with a narrow kind of white tent. Soup was 80ld there and coffee for two sous a cup. Bread, piled up in baskets, was also two sous. Sausages, hams and pigs' feet were hung on the sticks that supported the tents, while some of the restaurant keepers were frying potatoes in the open air, and still others heated meats, with a strong odor of onions. A heavy smoke, filled with pene- trating smells, rose to the sky, mixed with the dust kicked up by the continuous pass- ing by of the promenaders. Long lines of persons formed in front of each of these sort of canteens, waiting patiently for thelr turn at the board tables that were covered with oll cloth, and which were just wide enough to hold two bowls of soup. Every one was In groat haste, eating with that sudden and excessive hunger, that insatiable appetite that is always induced by any great moral excitement. It was the instinct of the animal that gorged itsell after the ox- haustion of its religious duties, forgetting in its bodily needs any part of the heavenly legends. It was a perfect scene of merry- making on that dazzling Sunday morning— a satisfylng of carnal desires, the joy of liv- ing—notwithstanding all this abominable il- ness and miracles that were all too rare. “They oat, they are amused; what else do you expect?’ sald Gerard, who guessed at the internal reflections made by his kind friends. “Al murmured Pierre. natural, poor wretohes.” He felt greatly touched by this revenge on the part of natire. But when they reached the bottom of the boulevard on the way to the groto he was disgusted by the obstinacy of the candle and bouquet sellers, who posi- tively assailed the passers by with the rudest kind of insistence. They were noarly all young women, either bareheaded or with & handkerchief folded cn the'r heads, who evinced the most extraordinary sistence, while the older ones were not any n discrest. With a package of candles under ono arm they all brandished the sin- gle one they offered for sale almost into the hands of ‘the promenaders. .‘‘Monsleur, madame, buy a candle; it will bring you good luck.” One man, surrounded and pushed by three of the youngest girls, actually had his coat tails torn off Th it was the same story with the bouguet sellors. These bunches were round, roughly tied with a string and looked like cabbag “A bouquet, sir,” or “Madame, here is a bouquet for the Holy Virgt It the lady refused to buy she heard muttered impreca- tions behind her. This kmpudent negotia- tion tormented the pllgrims up to the very entrance of the grotto. There might again be found not only shops, crowded one next to the other, turning each street Into a bazaar, but all the pavements, the side- walks, were overrun by people, who blocked the way, offering rosaries, medals, statu- ottes and holy prints. Buying and selling went on at every side, almost as universal as the eating, so that all might carry away some souvenir of this holy fair. The loud- est note in this commercial concert was stguck by the ragamufins, who, rushing through the crowd, weut hither and thither, shrieking in their piercing volces: “The Journal of the grotto, the daily Journal; here it s, just out this morning, two sous; the Journal of the grotto." By reason of the continuous pushing and movement of the great living stream of people, the little company of five became separated. Raymonde and Gerard fell be- bind. They began to talk soltly, with an “It is only air of amiling Intimacy. Alone, and lost in this crowd, Mme. Desagneaux was forced to stop and glve them a call, “Dn come along, we shafl other.” As they came nearer young girl y “Mamma is 0 much occuple her before we leave.” And Gerard answered “Of course I will. You lose ons an- Plerre heard the | Speak to make e very happy.” 80 the marriage had been concluded and | charming She decided during the novelties of Lourdes. been vanquished, and he up his mind when he saw and reasonable at the same time. But M. de Guersaint, who was looking all_about him, said: ! “Up there, on that baleon are not those the very rich people who traveled with us? You remember the young sick lady accom- | panied by her husband and her sister?" He meant the Diculafays. And they were indeed, on the balcony of the apartment they had hired, thé windows of which looked out on the lawns of the Rosary. They had the first floor, furnished with every luxury that Lourdes could afford—curtains, rugs, without | mentioning all the personal effects and sery- ants that had been sent on from Paris before- this walk amid | had at last | | finally made | her both merry hand. The weather was o fine that they had rolled the lnvalid out into the open air, stretched upon a great armchair. She was | dressed in a lace peignoir. Her husband, with his fault coat, stood beside her right hand, while her sister, divinely dressed in | light mauve, was sitting on her left, smiling | and leanir casionally toward her, to talk, | without recciving any answer. “Oh! aid little Mme. Desagneaux, T have often heard about e. Jousseur, the young lady in mauve. She is the wife of a diplomat, who neglects her, In spite of her great beauty, and last there was a great deal said about a fancy she had for a young colonel very well known in Parisian society; but in Catholle circles it is given out that she overcame her passion by means of her strict religious sentiments.” They all stood looking up at her. “Just fancy,” she sontinued, ‘‘they say that her sister, the invalid yon see up thers, was once her living picture. She even had an expression of greater loveliness and nfinitely more gayety about her. And now, just look, she is a living death, a flesh without vitality, livid and boneless, that tney are afraid to move. Oh, what a misfortune!” Raymonde then told that Mme. Dieulatay, who had been married barely two years, had brought all her wedding Jewels to offer them to our Lady of Lourdes, and Gerard confirmed the report, adding that he had that morning been told that the jewels had been placed in the treasury of the Basilica, without mention- ing a golden lamp, studded with precious stones, and a large sum of money that was to be given to the poor. But even yet the Holy Virgin did not seem to be softened or touched, for the invalid's condition appeared worse and worse. Plerre could now think of nothing but that miserable young woman, In her luxurious balcony, a plteous creature amid all her wealth, looking down on the moving crowds. Lourdes in her merry-making and laughter on this glorious Sunday morning. The two beloved beings who watched over the invalid s0 tenderly, the sister who so willingly gave up any soclal successes, the hu:band who had left his banking house, whose millions were rolling over the four quarters of the globe. These two people only emphasized by their unimpeachable manner the distress of the sid little group, there up above all the passing heads, opposite the delicious view of the valley. There they were, they were in- finltely rich and infinitely wretched. Just then the fine sightseers, forgetting their pathway, were in constant danger of being crushed. Carriages were continually passing down the large roads, especially landaus with four horses attached, which were driven very fast and covered with tink- ling bells. Theze were filled with tourists, people from Pau, from Bareges, from Can- terets, brought hither through curiosity, de- lighted by the lovely weather, and enchanted by the rap‘d pace across the mountains; and having but a few hours to remain, they rushed to see the grotto and basilica, all dressed in thin watering place toilets, then off again delighted with all they had seen. Families clothed in bright garments, groups of young women with their gay parasols, gave a dash of color to the crowd of neutral tinted pllgrims, and managed to give them a touch of brightness and gayety, as though even fashionable soclety ~condescended to amuse itself at Lourdes. Suddenly Mme. Desagneaux “Why, Bertha, Is it really you? She kissed a charming tall brunette, who was just getting out of a landau, with three other ladies, all smiling and very animated. Thelr volces mingled, all gave ecstatic screams, and were enchanted to have this chance meeting: “But, my dear, we are at Canterets, so we thought we would all four come here together. Is your husband here with you?" Mme. Desagneaux shook her head: ‘“Oh, no, he is at Trouville, you know very well. 1 shall go back to him on Thursday.' ““Yes, yes, that Is so,” answered the large brunette, who looked very amiable and lazy. “I forgot you are with the pilgrimage, and tell me"—she lowered her head on account of Raymonde, who stood by smiling—*Tell me, that naughty baby who will not come. Have you prayed for him from the Holy Virgin?"' Blushing somwhat Mme. Desagneaux stopped her by whispering in her ear: “In- deed, I have for two years, and I can assure you I am sorry enough not to see any re- sults. But I really think this time some- thing may happen. Oh, do not laugh, but I certainly felt something this morning when 1 was praying at the grotto.” Every one laughed and all exclaimed as merrily as possible, so she immediately offered to show them about, promising they should see everything in less than two hours. “Come with us, Raymonde; your mother will not be uneasy.” They bowed to Plerre and M. de Guer- saint, and Gerard, too, took leave, pressing the young girl's hand between his own ten- derly and looking into her eyes as though to impress her definitely with his own feel- ings. The ladies then walked off in the di- rection of the grotto, all six charming and happy, perfect types of delicious young womanhood, After Gerard had also gone his way, hurrying back to his duties, M. de Guersaint said to Plerre: “How about our barber at the Place du Ve a cry: Macadal? = I must go on to see him. You will still come with me, will you not? “Of course, if you want me. I will fol- low, as Marie wiil not need us. They reached the new bridge by way of the paths that crossed the broad lawns in front of the Rosary. There they once again met the Abbe Hermolses, who was acting as guido to two young ladies who had arrived from Tarbes that morning. He walked be- tween them, with his polite manner of the worldly wise priest, and showed them about, explaining all about Lourdes, without pre- senting its disagreeable side, all the poor, the invalids with the secrets of poor hu- man misery, which under the rays of that brilliant sunlight day appeared to have van- ished. When M. de Guersaint first spoke about hiring the carriage to make the excursion into the hills of Gavarine the abbe seemed afraid ho would be obliged to leave his pretty visitors. “Just as you please, my dear sir. Make all those arrangements, and, you are quite right, as cheaply as possible, for I shall have two priests with me who are not well off. we shall be four in party. Tonight only let me know at what time we are to leave the hotel."” | And he joined the ladies, directing them toward the grotto, taking a shady path that led along the bank of the Gave—a green and tresh path for discreet lovers. Pifrre had stood aside, weary and leaning against the parapet of the new bridge. For the first time he moticed the extraordinary swarms of priests amid the crowds. He watched them passing over the bridge. Every varlety was there- rt looking priests, come with the pilgrimage, that might be recognized by their assurance and neatly cut soutanes; poor priests from the country, | more timid, many poorly dressed, baving ade great sacrifices in order to come at all, and finally a perfect cloud of ecclesiastics that ssemed to have fallen in Lourdes from no one knew where, enjoying absolute liberty without any evidence that they ever sald thelr mass every morning. Thls very lib- erty seemed so grateful to them that un- | doubtedly the greater number were at Lour- | des Just like the Abbe des Hermoises, on a vacation, released trom all duty, coutent to live as simple men, thanks 10 the crowd in which they found themselves overwhelmed. From the well groomed youns priest up to the old priest in his dirty soutane, dragging in the dirt, the rustic specles was repre- sented—tho big, the fat, the thin, the wide, the small; those brought hither by faith, burning with ardor; those who simply did their duty as good men, and even those who were mixed with some political Intrigue, and it was to their benefit to be seen at the groito. Plerre felt surprised at the stream of priests that passed in front of him, each one with his own particular desire, all rush- ing to the grotto as all go to ono duty, to one faith, to one pleasure, to one labor. He noticed one, a very small, dark and thin man, with a marked Italian accent, whose shining eyes seemed to absorb the whole plan of Lourdes like a spy who comes to inspect before a battle; and another one attracted his attention, an enormous paternal man, puffing because he had eaten too much, but ck woman and piece In her who stopped before an old ended by siipping a five franc hand. He was rejoined by M. de Guersaint, “We must simply follow the boulevard and then ake the Rue Basse,” he says. Plerre fol- lowed without speaking. He had just feit the welght of his own priestly habit, and yet he had never realized his profession as little as during these days of the pilgrimage. He was living in a kind of maze and incon- Iways looking for and hoping 10 to feel that siness at the slght of the his growing u spectacles around him, he felt a fellow fee ing for them, for how many of them, like himself, were trying to fulfill their mission of guides and consolers, yet were themselves without belief? M. de Guersaint raised his voice. “Do you know this boulevard is ne The num- ber of houses that have been bullt within wenty years fs fabulous, There is actually an entire new town.” To the right, behind the houses, flowed the Lapasa. Being anxious to inspect it all, they penetrated down some alleys and found curious 0ld houses on the edge uf the narrow stream. Several old mills stretched out their anclent arms. They were shown the one that M. Laurence had given to Bernadette's parents after the apparitions. They also visited a_hut, supposed to have been the house of Bernadet r there the Soubirous had moved when they left the Rue des Petits Fosses, and to which the young girl, who was already living quietly with the Sisters of Mercy, must surely have come. Passing at last by way of the Rue Basse they reached the Square du Macadal This was a long, three-sided square, if that could be; the gayest and most fre- quented part of the ancient town, where might still be found cafes, chemists’ and fine looking shops. One particular shop was most noticeable among the rest, for it was painted light green and ornamented with tall mirrors, all surmounted by an immense sign, painted in letters of gold, ‘“‘Cazabau, halrdresser. = M. de Guersaint and Pierre entered. There was nobody in the shop, so they waited. Irom the next room came an awful din of forks and knives, the ordinary dining room having been changed into a table d'hote, where, although it was 2 o'clock and after, at least twenty persons were eating break- fast. Even though the afternoon was far advanced, people were still eating from ond end of Lourdes to the other. Like every other proprietor in the town, no matter what thefr religious opinions were, Cazabau, during the season of pilgrimages, even rented his own room, gave up his dining hall, and lived o the celler, where he slept, ate and crowded himself and his entire family into an ill-ventilated hole about three yards square. It became a perfect craze to make money, At these times the population disappeared like that of a con- quered country, yielding everything to the pilgrims, even the beds of the women and children, seating the visitors at their own tables and furnishing them with their own knives and forks. ? “Is there no one here? called M. de Guersaint. Finally a little man appeared. The keen Pryream type—the long face. high cheek bones, the healthy sKin, tinged with red. His large, shining eyes were never quiet, and throughout his entire little thin body there seemed to exist a trembling, an exu- berance of words and gestures. “Is It to be shaved, sir? I beg your par- don, sir, but my boy is out, and I was in there with my boarders. If you will be seated, sir, I will commence in a second.” Cazabau, condescending to operate himself, now began to mix the soap and sharpen the razor. He glanced uneaslly at Pierre and his soutane, who, without saying a word, had sat down, opened a newspaper and appeared buried between the sheets. There was a brief silence, but Cazabau could not keep still for long, so he lathered his client’s chin: Only fancy, sir, my boarders stayed so long at the grotto that they are oniy just breakfasting. Do you hear them? I re- mained for politeness sake—one has to please everybody.” “Do you keep lodgers?” “Oh, yes, sir. We all keep lodgers,” an- swered the barber simply. “The whole coun- try has to do it.” “And do you accompany them grotto?” At this Cazabau started, very indignant, with the razor held high in the air: “Never, sir, never. It is five years sifice I have even been down to the new part of the town." He stopped himself once more and again glanced over at Pierre, sitting behind the newspaper, while the sight of the red cross on M. de Guersaint's sleeve made him cau- tious in his words. But his tongue could not be bridled. *“Look here, sir, every one has a right to his own opinfons. I respect yours, but I do not take much stock in this phantasmagori- cal idea! And I have never denied it, not even under the empire. I was even then a free thinker and a republican. We were not restricted in this town in old times! Yes, in- deed, I glory in my liberty!" He was jubllant as he commenced on the left cheek.” From this moment on a steady stream of words poured from his mouth, im- possible to present. First he recounted all the same accusatlons that Majeste had made against the fathers of the grotto; the sale of religious articles, and the disloyalty con- sequently shown to legitimate shopkeepers and merchants, hotel keepers and lodging house keepers. As for the Blue Sisters of the Immaculate Conception, he also held them in holy horror, for they had taken from him two ladies who formerly spent three weeks each year in his house. He represented above all, in his bitter remarks, the prevail- ing spirits of the day—that of the antagon- ism of the old town toward the mew town, that town so quickly reared on the other side of the chateau, & rich town with houses large enough to be palaces, where all luxury, life and money went, so that everything flourished without ceasing—while the poor little mountain village was slowly dying out, her streets deserted, overgrown with grass. The struggle still went on, however, for the ancient town died hard and endeavored to prolong her life by sharing with her ungrate- ful younger sister the care of lodging pil- grims, opening shops and such things. But shops only prospered when very near the grotto, just as only the poorest set of pll- grims were willing to live so far away, so the unequal combat widened the breach and made irreconcilable enemies of the old and new towns, that grumbled agalnst each other in constant intrigues. “Ah! no, indeed, you would never see me at thelr grotto,” seid Cazabau with a furious voice. They abuse it well, their grotto. by dragging it into every possible thing. To think of such idolatries, such gross supersti- tions in this nineteenth century! Ask them to tell you of one single invalid from this town that has been cured within the last twenty years. Yet we have cripples enough in our own streets. In the beginning the people round here were benefited by the earller miracles, but it seems that some time since their miraculous water has lost all its virtue for us. We are 0o near; oue must come from afar it you wish to have it suc- ceed. Really, it 1 too stupid. You wou not get me down there, not for 100 francs. Pierre's silence seemed to Irritate him. He was now shaving the right cheek and began to rail against the fathers of the Immaculate Conception, whose greediness was the main cause for all the discord. These priests who really were at home, inasmuch as they had bought for their community all the lands on which they Intended to bulld, did not respect the treaty they had signed with the town, for they fermally forbade any commerce to be encouraged except the sale of the water and religious articles. At least there should be some legal attempt made to prevent this. But they defied the law, because thelr strength was so great, and not a gift was permitted to be made to the parish, all moneys collected at once belng appropriated by the grotto and the basilica. Cazabau gave an ingenious ending: “If the fathers were half way decent they would consent to at least divide. When M. de Guersaint, who was washing face, sat down again, he weat on “And it 1 could tell you, sir, what they bave made out of our poor little town. The to the | 1 ehock of faith in epite of | Of Imported Clay Worsted Diagonal, making the Dressiest Black Coat and Vest that a man canwear. DON'T BE A Ready-Made MAN when you can have your clothes c: the ordinary ready-made prices. Our stock embraces every grade of materials from our $13.25 Leaders to the wants of the most - t to_order at WINNER NO. 2— THIS COAT AND VEST The quantity of goods purchased enables us to place orders at the mills and avoiding the 50 % profit which usually goes to the jobber and com- mission man before the ordinary tai- lor gets his goods, it allows us to make Suits at the usual prices of READY-MADE GooDs. ROCK b PANTS COMPANY, 1 408 North 16th Street vell behaved, I can tell I remember well in ng man wanted to go on a lark there wereinot three or four dis- solute women to go|{aj so that on fair days I have seen men stanffig in line at their doors walting for their fufn. On my word of nonor! _Ah, well, {fmes are changed and morals _are. not 1$ jame. Nowadays all the country girls sefii candles and . bouquets, and you must have'seen them importuni the passers-by, alniost putting their me chandise into their hands by force. Such bold actions are a perfect shame. These girls earn a great deal, form fdle habits and in winter do nothing at all, waiting for the season of the big pilgrimages to come around again. And I can tell you that any young man who wishes can find plenty of places to go to today. When one thinks of the loose man- nered population by which we are invaded on the very first fine day; drivers, the low creatures, the drinkers, a whole gang of wandering people who live simply by vice girls used to be ver, you, forty years aj my youth when a and grossness, and you can easily realize | just what forms the new town they have built, with the additional crowds that come | to visit the grotto and the basilica.” Greatly struck by all this, Plerre had let his paper fall to the ground. As he listened he perceived for the first time the intention of the two Lourdes. Old Lourdes, so honest, so plous, in its quiet solitude; the new Lourdes, spoiled, demoralized by the float- ing millions, so much wealth stirred about and brought hither by the crowds of strang- ers, who merely rushed through the town in haste, and also influenced by the fatal contact of propinquity, the contagion of a bad example. What a result, if one thought only of the meek and gentle Bernadette kneeling before her primitive grotto, with all her innocent faith, of all her fervent purity, in the early workers in the belief. Was this fearful poisoning by means of filthy lucre and human depravity the end for which they had aspired? It was sufi- cient for people to gather together, to have such a pest break out! As Cazabau noticed that Plerre was listening, he made a final gesture, giving a menacing look as though he would sweep away all this poisonous superstition. Then he ran the comb once more through M. de Guersaint's hair in silence, and hav- ing finished his work said: “There sir!" It was only now that the architect re- marked about the carriage. At first the barber made some excuse, and pretended that they would have to see his brother, down on the market place. He consented, however, finally to take the order. A laudau to make the trip to Gavarini, with two horses, cost 50f. But delighted to have been allowed to gossip so freely, and to have been treated as a good fellow, he made a bargain for 40f. As they would be four, it made each share 10f. It was arranged to start during the night at about 2 o'clock in order to got back the next day, Monday, fairly early in the evening. “The carriage shall be In front of the Hotel des Apparitions at the hour named,” repeated Cazabau, with his emphatic man- ner. “You may count upon me, sir.” All at once he listéned. In the next room the noise of china, knives and forks had not ceased for a moment. They were still eat- ing In the wave of voracity that swept over the town from end “to end. A voice was heard above the others asking for bread. “Excuse me,” quickly said Cazabau, boarders need me." And with his hands still greasy he rushed away. Through the door that opened for an fnstant Plerre sa% hanging on the walls of the dining room several religious prints, and what greatly surprised him, a view of the grotto. The barber doubtless hung them up only during the season of pilgrimages to please his customers. 1t was nearly 3 o'clock. of the shop Plerre and M. de Guersaint were surprised at the great noise of clanging bells, As the first peal for, vespers rung out from the basilica, the parfsh church had responded and now the convent bells, one after the other, joined in the general ringing. The crystal tones tell of the Carmelites, blended with the solumn one of the Immaculate Con- ception, while all the joyous sounding bells of the Sisters of Heaven and the Dominican sisters rang out together. On a fine day of rejoicing one could thus hear bells rmging all day long In Lourdes, as they answered one another across the roof tops of the old and new towns. No gayer sound could be im- agined than this sonorous song, mounted Into the blue heavens far above the gluttonous town, breakfasting, and while taking a walk for digestion could thus listen to the merry chimes. (To be continued uext Sunday.) The threatening condition of affairs among “my the miners in the Indian Territory has been | brought to the attention of the War depart- ment. President Cleveland has decided that as the mines at Alderson, I T., are In the hands of the United States court receivers soldiers can be furnished only at the request of the court, As they went out | that | that .had at last finished | THEN AND NOW. Somerviile Journal. She was a malid of seventeen, He was a youth of twenty. She ruled her courtiers like a queen, Lovers had she a-plenty. Little she cared for his sighs and vows, Carelessly she abused him; Then when at last he asked for love, Scornfully she refused him. She is a maid of twenty-seven, He is a_man of thirty. No more he sues for love from her, She seems to him too. flirty. He has found out that it's always best To take a girl's “No" serenely, And she has found out that it doesn't pay For a girl to be too queenly. — PRAITLE OF THE YOUNGSTERS. The teacher in geography was putting the class through a few simple tests. “On which | side of the earth is the north pole?” she inquired. “On the north side came the | unanimous answer. “On which side is the south pole?” “On the south side.” ““Now, on which side are the most people?” This was { @ poser and nobody answered. Finally a very young scholar held up his hand. *I know,” he sald, hesitatingly, as it the ex- | cess of his knowledge was too much for him. “Good for you,” said the teacher, encour- agingly; “tell the class on which side the most people are.” “‘On the outside,” replied the youngster, and whatever answer the teacher had in her mind was lost in the + shuffle. A Cincinnati newspaper reports a striking manifestation of amiability on the part of a little maiden of that city. A beautiful new doll had just been given her, and as she sat holding it and singing to it, her mother noticed that the old one was not in sight. “What have you done with Beatrice asked the mother. “I've put her away,” answered the little girl. “If she saw me loving my new baby it might hurt her feelings. Harriet and Freddy are both very timid little children. They were both staying at | the house of an uncle, who is generous and kindly when his liver is not out of order, but quite the reverse when it is. One un- fortunate morning the uncle rebuked the boy unjustly. Freddy’'s quick temper rose, but his adversary was too formidable; so turning suddenly to his unoffending little sister, the boy proceeded to vent his wrath on her (a fault grown people are not always entirely free from). ‘“Harriet,” sputtered the little boy, “‘if you don't put down that syrup jug, I'll I'll—call a rat!" Johnny—Why are you putting camphor on those. furs? Mamma—To keep the moths out of them. 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