Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 5, 1894, Page 10

RESUME OF LOURDEIS. Brief Synopsis of the Portion of Zolo's Great Story Which Has 1 FIRST DAY. CHAPTER 1.—The opening which was commenced in serial form day's Hee of April 16, 18 in a car of the train,” which carries the very sick pilgrims from’ Paris to Lourdes. Among the pligrims is Marle de Guersaint, a young won who, for Joars, has b compinied by her smen "CHAL Wis the son of & ch them w Mare de and finlly f grew up. M sulted {n nearly i3 it stops at with each other 1 bived ' injury Which The suffaring in the train is in- Voltlers. hal an hour T CHAT 1V.—Sophie Couteau of the' cure acorded (o her diseased Fimply dibping It in the water of Lourdes. CRATER". e ‘Abue ‘rends. the istory of Bormadette, anil_describes the visions in” Totto. AW the traim Tolia fnto the station at urdes 'an unknown man dics. SECOND DAY. CHAPTER L—A vivid pieture Is given of the confusion when the invalids are landed and con- ed to the hospital. CHADPT 11— The crowded, AL 8 a. m, starts. F' M e a great mira the man who died in the mersed in the pool in hopes U restored, CHAF Dr. Chassalin the pool. tells the story by hospital - I8 to U lite will be 3R 111.—The Abbe mects his old friand, crowd forces th man_is brought in . No miracle o on going Abbo finds that Ma n bathed without effect. CHAPTER IV.—Dr. the Abbe to the Bureau Grivotte, who had 1 in consumption, comes rushing am_cured! CHAPTER V.—The Abbe visits Marle, who Is losing her faith, He reads to the invalids, con- tinuing the story of Bernadette. THIRD DAY. CHAPTER I—Plerre discovers that Mme. Vol- , has come to Lourdes to Chassalgne accompanles of Certifications. La the lust stages of in, shouting, ‘I 11 and de Guersaint meet” Mme. Desagneaux, Mile. Raymonde and M. de Peyrelongue, to whom Raymonde s en- They visit places of Intorest. PTER 1IL—Marle, accompanied by her and Plerre, watches the magnificent Marle to the the night. Baron culous spring. tells about his M. grotto to Buire shc CHAPTER V. interview with' I efforts of the Abby at Lourdes. OURTH DAY. CHAPTER @ death of Mme, vividly portrayed, CHAPTER IL-There 1s great religlous fervor shown during (he services. In the midst of It Brother Tsidore dies, CHAPTER IIL.—As Plerre stands beside Marie’s cart he remembers that ome of the physicians calied in consultation sald ghe could be cured in a perfectly natural way. Suddenly Marle stands up In her cart. She walks to the Bureau, and her cure Is put on record. farie drags her cart In the I3 Pierre has lost his faith, and by his vows has ‘lost the 1ght to love Marie now that she can be a wife. CHAPTER V.—Dr. Chassajgne takes the Abbe to Bernadette's room. He also takes him to the chureh Uit the Abbe Peyramale started to bulld. The ambitions and dreams of the Abbe Peyramale are graphically described. FIFTH DAY. CHAPTER I—The abbe It too agitated to slecp during the last night of the pilgrimage. He nervously awaits the return of M. de Guer- saint from o pleasure trip. Barly in the morn- ing he 18 summoned to the next room, to find alveady dead an old lady whose fortune goes to o crippled boy, who has been brought to Lourdes o be cured. 'The father regards the old lady's death as a divine recompense for the lack of a miracle in healing the boy. Plerre meets Mme. Valmar in the hall leaving her lover's room. She confesses all to him. 'She has no sooner left than Marie appears, full of life and health. pourdes” Wil be continved In next Sunday’ e CHAPTER IL—Marle the attention her ¢ With Plerre and her father she Visit to the grotto and buys mouvenirs. The money making feature of Lourdes disgusts the al Vetu s is greatly annoy has attrac CHAPTER IIL—Continued. am going with him. Yes, he came to fetch me and Is taking me away. Yes, yes; we are going to Luchons together; oh, together.” Then she pointed with an ecstatic look to a big, dark man, gay, with reddish lips, who was buying some newspapers. “There he is! my husband; that handsome man who Is laughing over there with the news dealer. He tumbled in on me this morning, and le Is carrying me off. We are taking the train for Toulouse in two minutes. Ah, dear friend, I told you all my troubles, so you can understand my happiness, can you not?* But she could not keep still and she again told about the terrible letter she had received on Sunday, a letter in which he hinted that it she made use of her stay in Lourdes to come to him at Luchon he would shut his door In her face. This from a man married for love! A man who had neglected her for ten years, who made use of his constant change of habitation to take miserable women with him from one end of France to the other! This time it was all over, and she prayed heaven to let her dle; for' she knew that the unfaithful man was at that moment at Luchon with two mistresses, sisters. And then, what had happened, ' my God! Surely those women had heard a thunder clap, or a stroke of lightning from above had warned thy of the sudden consclousness of their sin or, perhaps, they had had a dream in which thoy saw themselves in hell. One uight, without any explication, they had left him, while he, ‘who could not live alone, felt punished ' to such a degree that he con- celved the sudden notion of fetching his wife back with him for a week. He did not say so, but certainly some grace had been showered on him. She found him 100 delighted not to think there must be the beginning of a real conversion. “AND What gratitude I feel toward the Holy Virgin!" ‘she continued. “She alone has acted, and I understood her well last evening.* She seemed to make me a little sign, just at the very moment my husband was declding to come to get me. 1 asked him the exact hour, and it agrees perfectly. There has never been such a great miracle all the others made me smile, those restored limbs and healed sores. Ah! may Our Lady of Lourdes be blessed, for she has healed my heart! The big, dark man came back, and she rushed forward to Join him, forgetting even to say farewell. That unhoped-for dawn of love, the tardy risings of ther honeymoon, a whole week to be assed at luncheon with the man 5o deeply regretted, made her wild with joy. He, the high and mighty, who had taken her back in an hcur of bore: dom and solitude, ended by being really touched and amused by the adventure, find- Ing she was much nicer than he had be- lieved her to be. Just then the train from Toulouse fnally arrived, in the growing crowd of invalids that was githering, There was a second tumult, an extraordinary confusion. Bells were riaging, siguals moved, and sta- tion master ran, crying out’ with his might: “Look out there! Clear the linet” It was necessary for an offictal to preeipi- tate himself to push a little wagon off the valis that had been forgotten, contaiping an cld woman. A frightened band of pilgrim ran acros. within thirty yards cf the engine whivh advancad slowly, putiug and smaking. Other proplo, losing their heads, would have turned back on to the line if the employes had rot seized them roughly by the shoul- dery. At last the train stopped, without the all ' Mme. THE OMAHA having crushed any one, in the middle of the mattresses, plllows and cuihions that were knocking about In the hurried groups that were running hither and thither. Then the doors were opened, a flood of travelers got out, while another crowd got in, in a con- trary motion, with the obstinate way that makes the tumult come to a head. Heads looked out of the windows of the cloged com- partments, curious at first, and then dumb- founded before the astounding sfght—two girls' heads especially, extremely ~pretty, whose large, candid eyes finally took on an expression of sorrowful pity. But Mme. Maze had entered a carriage, followed by her husband, so happy, so light hearted that she looked 20, as she had done on that far-away evenlng of her wedding journey. The doors were shut again, the locomotive gave a great, shrill whistle, and then started slowly, heavily, amid the crowd that flooded the line behind the train, like a pouring forth of some spring freshly lib- erated. “Close up the platform!” cried the station master to his men, “and look out when they put the engine oni" In the mid:t of all this haste came the pligrims and invalids, who were late In ar- riving. La Grivotte went by with her fever-heated eyes and her dancing mien, fol- lowed by Sophie Coutean and Elise Rouquet, very gay and all breathless with running. They hastened to get into the railway car- rlage, where they were scolded by Sister Hyacinthe. They had nearly been left be- hind at the grotto, where sometimes pil- grims did forget, unable to tear themselves away, when they were imploring or st thanking the Holy Virgin, when the train was waiting for them at the :tation. All at once Pierre, who was very un Y, not knowing what to think, saw Marie and M. de Guersaint quietly stopping under the marquee, talking with Abbe Judaine. He ran to join them, and could not help show- ing_his impatience. “What have you been about? vas losing all hope of seeing you!" “What's_that? What were we about?” answered M. de Guersaint, astonished, with a peaceful air. “Why, we were at the grotto; you knew it! A prie:t was there, who preached in a remarkable manner. We should still have been there If I suddenly had not remembered we were about to start. Then we took a cab, as we promised you to do.” He stopped to look at the large clock. “There is no hurry. Why, the train does not start for a quarter of an hour.” It was true and Marie smiled with divine Joy. *Oh, Pierre, if you knew what happiness I have taken in this last visit to the Holy Virgin! I saw her smile upon me, and I fat her give me the strength to live. Really it was a delightful farewell, and you must not scold us, Pierre.” He began to smile himself, rather put out by his anxious nervousness. = Was le, then, s0 desirous to get far away from Lourdes? Did he fear that Marie kept on by the grotto, might never return? Now that she was there he was surprised at himself, he felt s0 calm. As he was advising them, how- ever, to go and establish themselves in the carriage be recognized Dr. Chassaigne, who was_running toward them. Ah, my dear doctor, I have been walting for you. It would have pained me greatly not to have embraced you before we started.” But the old physician, who was trembling with emotion, inferrupted him: “Yes, yes, I have been belated. Ten minutes ago, when I got here, just fancy, I was chatting with the commandant—you know that old origi- nal? He joked at seeing your invalids going back in the train—to ga home to die, as he expressed it, what they should have com- menced by doing—when suddenly he fell down before me—struck down. It was his third attack of paralysis—the one he was waiting P Oh, my God,” murmured Abbe Judaine, who had heard all. “He blasphemed, and heaven has punished him.’ M. de Guersaint and Marfe, terested, listened, and were much moved. “I had him carried over there, under a corner of the shed,” continued the doctor. “It is nearly over; I could do nothing; he will be dead before a quarter of an hour, surely. Then I thought about a priest, and I hastened to run. And turnipg: “Curate, you know him; do come with me. One cannot leave a Christian to die like that. Perhaps he may relent and acknowl- edge his error and become reconciled to God." Abbe Judaine followed him quickly, and behind them M. de Guersaint, taking Marie and Plerre with him, anxious to witness the action of the drama. Al four arrived under the messenger's shed, within twenty feet of the crowd, that growled and grumbled, without knowing that a man was near at hand in death agony. There, in a solitary corner; batween two bags of flour, the commandant lay on one of the hospifal mattresses, that they had taken from the reserve stock. He was clad in his eternal frock coat, the button hole containing his large red ribbon; and some one had taken the precaution to pick up his silver-headed cane, and had carefully placed it on the ground besid the mattress. Abbe Judaine at once leaned over nim: My poor friend do you know us? can hear us, can you mot?” Only the commandant’s cyes seemed to bo alive, but they still lived and glistened still with a flame of obstinats energy. This time the right side had been stricken, and the attack had stopped all speech. Yot he stammered & few words and made them un- derstand ho wished to die there; that they must not move him, and not annoy him any further. Having no relations at Lourdes, where nobody knew anything about his past or his family, baving lived for the three past years by his slight employment about the station, he had a perfectly happy air, and saw his ardent wish, his soul wish, realized—that of dying, of falling into ete nal sleep, that great restorer. His eyes expressed hls great joy. “Have you any wish to express?’ asked Abbe Judaine. ““Can we be of any use to you in any way? No, no! His eyes answered that he was all right; he was content. For three years he had never got up in the morning without hoping that by night he might sleep in the cemetery. When tho sun shone he seemed Lo sa; with an envious air: “Ah, what a fine day to die And it was very welcome, that death, who came to free him from this execrable existence. Dr. Chassaigne sald, in a bitter tone, to the old priest, who' was asking him to try some remedy: “I can do nothing. Sclence Is impotent. He is doomed.” Just then an old woman, a pilgrim, about 80 years old, who had lost her way, entered the shed. She dragged herself along with a stick, limping and humpbacked, shrunken as small as a child, and afilict=d with all the ills of extreme old age, and she carried hung on a string, a can filled with wate trom Lourdes, In order to prolong still further this oid age, in tho awful state of ruin that had fallen on her. For a moment her senile imbecility left her. She gazed at this man stretched stifly out, who was dylug. Then with a grandmother's kind- neartodness she expressed a kindred feeling in her troubled eyes, and the fraternal sen- sation of a very old and_suffering person mado her come nearer. With her feeble, shaking fingers she wndid her can and held it out toward the man. To Abbe Judaine it came like a sudden light, an inspiration from on high. He, who had prayed so mueh for the cure of Dieulafay, and to whom the Holy Virgin had not listened, seemed filled once more with fresh faith, convinced that if the commandant would ‘drink he would be healed. Ho foll on his knees, on the edge of the mattress: “Ob, my brother! God has sent for this woman. Reconcile your- self with God, drink and pray, while we ourselves will implore with all our Souls for divine mercy. God wishes to prove his power. God will perform the great miracle of causing you to stand up, that you may pass long years on this earth, to love Him and glority Him." No, no, the shining oyes of the command- ant cried. No! Should he be as mean as T really greatly in- You those flocks of pilgrims who eame so far through so much fatiguo, to crawl sobbing on the ground, supplicating heaven to let them live & month, a year, ten years more! It was 80 good, so simple to die quietly in one’s bed! One just turned to the wall and died! “Drink, oh, my brother!, I conjure you, It is life that you will drink, strength and health, and with it the joy of living. Drink, that you may become young, to recommenco a pious existence. Drink, that you may sing the praises of the divine Mother, who will have saved your soul and body. She has spoken, for resurrection Ia certain. No, no. The eyes refused, pushed away life with growing obstinacy; and now he mingled a dumb fear of the miracle. The commandant did not belleve, and for the pust threo years had shrugged his shoulders at thelr pretended cures. But can one ever bo sure in this droll world? Sometimes very extraordinary things happen by chance! And if, perhaps, their water really pos- sessed some supernatural virtue, and if they forced him to drink it, it would be so terrible to live again, to recommence his serving time, that abomination of Lazarus! that piteous clect one of the great miracle, who had twice suffered. o, no, he would not drink. He would not tempt the fearful chance of a‘resurrection. “Drink drink, my brother, old priest, won by his tears; your heart by refusing celestial bles:ings Then was enacted a terrible scene. —The half dead man raised himself, though bound by suffocation, by the fearful cords of pa- ralysis, untied his fettered tongue for an instant, stammering in a hoarse voice the words: “No, no, no Pierro wat obliged to lead away the poor old pilgrim, and_put her in the way she hod to go. She had not comprehended the refusal of the water that she was carry- ing off as an inestimable_treasure, even the gt of cternity, from God to those poor peoplo who did not wish to die. Limping, humpbacked and dragging along by the aid of her stick what was left of her sorrowful cighty years, she disappeared In the tramp- ing crowd, devoured by her pa:sion to live, craving air, sunlight and nolse. Marie and her father shuddered at the sight of this desire for death, this overpow- ering longing for oblivion, displayed by the commandant. Ah! to sleep, sleep without dreaming. Nothing in the world could be 50 delightful! He had not the hope of an- other, better life, or any desire to be at last appy, in a paradise of equality and justice. b him came only the need of a black night, a sleep without end, the joy of exi-ting no more, the felicity of the moment he should cease to live. Dr. Chassaigne gave a shiver, for he nourished but one single thought, and he, too, awaited with joy the call to de- part. But in the future existence his be- loved dead, his wife and daughter, were wero waiting to meet him, in the life eter- nal, and what a hand of ice clutched his heart if he thought for a single instant that he would not find them again! Abbe Judaine raised himself painfully. He thought he noticed that the commandant's cyes were fixed upon Marle. Despairing at his own useless supplications, he wanted to show him an example of this goodness of Go that he now refusing. You recognize her, do you not? Yes, it is the young girl who arrived on Saturday, 0 very ill, paralyzed in both legs. And now look at her, so well, so strong and beautiful. ~ Heaven has shown her its favor, and she has regained her youth, and the long life she was born to exist in. Have you no regrets, as you look on her? Would you wish her fo be dead, too, this child, and would you advise her not to drink The commandant could no longer an:wer, but his eyes never left Marie's youthful face, on which he read such happiness in living again, such a vast hope for the numerous to- morrows of the future, and great tears formed and rolled from’ his eyelids all down his cold, pale cheeks. He certainly wept for her, for he thought of the other miracle he had’ wished for lier if she were cured— that of being happy! It was the pity of an old man who knew well all the miseries of thia world, and who realized all the sorrows that awaited this creature. Ah! the poor, sad woman! How many times perchance may she regret not to have died when she was only 20! Tho commandant’s eyes grew dull, as it thove final tears had melted them. The end had come. Coma set in and his conscious- ness departed with his last breath. He turned over and died! Dr. Chassaigne instantly sald to Marle aside: The train is going. Hurry! Hurry! It was true, for a loud ringing of bells was distinctly heard in the midst cf the tumult increased by the crowd. And the doctor, having given the body in charge of two stretcher bearers to be taken away later when the train should no longer be there, went with nis friends as far as their railway carriage. Bvery one hurried. Abbe Judaine in des- pair had rejoined them after saying a short prayer for the repose of that rebellious soul. But as Marie, followed by Pierre and M. de Guersaint, was running down the plat- form, she was once more stopped by Dr. Bonamy, who presentzd her in triumph to Father Fourcade. “Reverend father, here is Mlle. de Guer- saint, the young girl who was so miracu- lously cured on Monday." The priest gave a beaming smile, like that of a general to whoim is brought the news of & most decisive victory. “I know, I know, I was there. daughter, God has blessed you others. Go and adore His name. He then congratulated M. de Guersaint, whose paternal pride enjoyed this greatly. The ovation was beginning again—the con- ort of loving words and astonished looks that had followed the young girl all the morning in the streets of Lourdes, and that again surrounded Ler at the last min- ute before her departure. The bell had to ring again, for a circle of enchanted pil- grims had formed, and it seemed as though she bore in ler own person the glory of the entire pilgrimage, that should forth be told out in the four g the globe. At this moment Pie to notice the sorrowi formed just near them, consisting of M. Diculafay and Mme. Jousser. Their looks were centered on Marie, and they were as surprised as every one else to see the ex- traordi resurrcction of this young girl, so lovely and well, that they had seen helpless, wasted, and whose face had been pale as ashes. Why this child? Why not that young woman, the beloved wife, that they were taking back in a dying condition? Their confusion and shame seemed to in- crease, and they drew back in their distress at seeming so rich, and it was a comfort to them when three stretcher bearers had with difliculty got Mme. Diculafay up into the first class compartment and they were able to disappear in turn, accompanied by Abbo Judaine. The officials were already calling out: “All aboard! All aboard!” Father Mas- sals, who had charge of the plous direction of the train, had taken his seat, leaving on the platform Father Fourcade, 'who leaned heavily on Dr. Bonamy's shoulder. Gerard and Berthaud rapidly bowed once more to the ladies, while Raymonde got in with Mme. Desagneaux and Mme. Volmar, who were each installed in thelr corner, and Mme. de Jonquiere finally ran to her car- riage, which she reached at the same time as the Do Guersaints. Bvery one pushed, there wore cries, calls, and hurried runs from one end of the interminable train to the other, and now they had attached the engine—a vast brass machine that shone like a star. Plerre made Mario get up before he did when M. Vigneron came tearing back, cry- ing: “It Is good, it is good. And, very red in the face, he showed his ticket., Ho ran as far as the compartment that contained his wife and son to aunounce the good news to them. As soon as Marie and her father were comfortably settled Plerre remained a mo- ment longer on the platform with Dr. Cha; salgne, who embraced him like a father. He tried to persuade him to come back to Paris, to come back once more to his old life. ‘But the old physician shook his hea “No, no, desr child; I shall stay here. They are here. They keep watch over me.’ He meant his beloved dead. Then he added, greatly overcome and softly: ‘“‘Good- by “Not goodby, again ““Yes, yes, goodby. The commandment was right after all. There Is nothing so good as to die but to lve agiln.” Baron Suire had ordered the white flags taken down that were at elther end of the train. The cries of the employes became more and more Lwperious. “All aboard! All aboardt" The publng was warse than ever, the late ones rushing wildly, all in repeated the 10 not harden My dear bove all e was greatly touched group that had doctor, but till we meet DAILY BEE’ perspiration and quite breathless. In tho rallway carriages Mme. do Jonquiere and Sister Hyaelnthe were counting thelr load. La Grivotte, BIsfé' Rouquet and Sophie Couteau were all theré, Mme. Sabathler was sitting in her plafe, bpposite her husband, who, with half cfosed eyes, was patiently awaiting the start. Then a volce asked “And Mme. Vincent, s she not going back with us?’ Sister Hyacinthe, who was leaning out, exchanging a final smflo with Ferrand, who stood on the doorstep of the canteen van, cried, “Here she 5. Mme. Vinceént was rfunning across the lines, the very last, breathless and haggard, and with an Involuntary glance Plerre looked at her arms. They wero empty! Now all the doofs were shut and slammed to, one after the other. All the carriages were full and there remained nothing but to give the signal to start. Puffiing, smoking, the engine gave a first whisle, shrill with delight, and just then the sun, that had been overcast il now, came out of the light clouds and shown down resplendently upon the train, making the engine look like gold as if it were starting for the paradise of story books. It was a departure filled wiht childish gayety, without any bitterness what- soever, Al the invalids appeared to be cured. In_spite of their going back in just the same state as that in which they had been brought, they seemed comforted, hap- pler, for an hour at least. And there was not the least jealousy to spoil the fraternal feeling. Those who had not beén cured were bright and triumphant over the cure of others. Thelr turn would surely come. The miracle of the previous day meant a formal promise to them of a future miracle to come. At the end of those three days of ardent sup- plication the fever of desire still continued, and the faith of the forgotton ones remained as keen as ever In the certitude that the Holy Virgin had simply put them off till later for their soul's salvation. In every one, in all these miserable creatures hungering for life, burned the Inextinguishable flame of love, an invincible hope, so that as they got into’ the crowded carriages, the last burst of joy, a turbulent exuberance of happiness, through laughter and cf came the words, “Until next year, We will come again. We expect to come again.' And the little sis- ters of the Assumption gayly clapped thel hands, while the chant of gratitude, the Magnificat, sung by 800 pilgrims, swelled and rose “Magnificat anima mea Dominur The station master, with waving arms, then gave the signal. Once more the en- gine whistled, then moved and rolled out into the brilliant sunshine as into a_glory. {father Fourcade had remained on the platform, leaning on Dr. Bonamy shoulder suftering greatly from his leg, but bowing all the samo with smiles at the departure of his children, while Berthand, Gerard and Baron Suire formed another group, and near them Dr. Chassaigne and M. Vigneron waved their handkerchiefs. Happy faces hung out of all the departing doors, hand- kerchiefs also fluttered in the breeze caused by the motion of the train. Mme. Vigneron forced little Gustave to show his pale face. For a long time Raymonde's waving hand might be seen sending back salutations. But Marie was the very last to gaze at Lourdes, as it faded away among the green trees. Thus the train disappeared across the bright country, triumphant, resplendent, glowing out, yet ehanting in a loud voi “Bt exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salu- tari meo! [ CHAPTER 1V. Once more the whité train started in mo- tion, now on the return trip bound for Paris. And in the third|class car, where the Mag- nificat, in the highest pitch of shrill voices, drowned the rumbling of the wheels, it was the same scene, the same! stirring and common hospital section that ofe took in at a single glance over the Jow partitions, in the dis- order and disarrangement of a temporary ambulance. Half, copeealed under the seat were the vases, hasins, brooms and sponges. And everywhere were piled packages, misera- ble collections of poor, soiled garments, en- cumbering the air again; bundles, bags hung on the copper pegs, Wwhere they swung with- out cease. The same §isters of the Assumption, the same hospital murses were there with their sick chargés; i the crowd of hearty pligrims, already Xiffering from the enervat- ing heat and the umbearable odors. There was still in the rear the section filled with women, where ten pilgrims pressed close against one another, young ones and old ones, all with the same affiiction of ugliness, sang nofsily in an unpleasant and false key. “At what time will we be in Paris?" M. de Guersaint asked Plerre. ‘omorrow, at about 2 o'clock in the after- noon, I think,” replied the priest. Since the start Marie had looked at the latter with air of uneasy preoccupation, as though filled with a deep grief that she did fot express. She found, however, a smile indicating her return to good health. “Pwenty-two hours on the road, eh? It will be less long and less hard to stand than oing,” she said. ey that put in her father, “we have left people there; we are very com- table.” o “absence of Mme. Maze left a free corner at the end of the seat, that Marle, Who was now sitting, no longer filled with Ner wheeled chalr; little Sophie had been placed in the neighboring compartment, va- tated by Brother Isador and his Sister Martha, who had remained In the service of a plous lady in Lourdes, it was said. On the other side Mme. de Jonquiere and Sister Hyacinthe also had the advantage of an ex- tra seat, that of Mme. Vetu. They had, besides, the idea of getting rid of Elise Rou- quet by placing her with Sophle, so that there only remained the Sabathler family and La Grivotte. Thanks to this new arrang ment it was less sufocating, and there was a chance for a little sleep. The last verse of the ) g wormen arrange r‘f;‘.ll.\‘\:if' as possible, and put their little honsehold in order. It was, above all, gontlal to find places for the little tin cans, filled with water, that incommoded their legs. The shades of all the windows on the loft had been pulled down, for the sun’s obligue rays fell on the train and came {hrough with fiery heat. But the recent sto should have laid the dust, and the Dight would certainly be fresh. Then, there Was less suffering; death had carried away those most aficted, and there remained only {nvalids, stupefied, benumbed by fatigue, falling Into a gradual torpor. There was soon to come a reaction from the stupor that always follows great mental shocks. The souls had made their effort, the mira- es had been performed, and relaxation bogan in the stupefaction of a profound relief. nificat was sung themselves as com- to Tarbes all were preoccupied; they all settled down and resumed possession of their seats. As they drew out of that sta- tion Sister Hyacinthe got up and clapped her hands 3 My children!” she exclaimed, ;‘we must not forget* the Holy Virgin, who' has been 50 good. Let us begin the rosary.” The whole car said with her the first beads—the five happy mysteries, the Annun- clation, the Visitation,” the Nativity, the Purification and Jestis refound. Then they chanted the hymn, “See the Heavenly Arch- angel,” In tones %o loud that peasants work- ing in the fields raised their heads to see the passing train’' ‘from which the song “arie looked éut With admiration at the surrounding country, and the vast sky that had gradually lot its clouds and become a brilliant biue, It was the beautiful close of o fine day. Her eyes wandered back to Pierre and remainadsfixed on him with that mute sadness that had firmly obscured them, when wild sobs suddenly broke out before The bymn was finished, Mme. Vincent out, stammering in jumbled words, angled by tears: “Ah, my poorviitt my treasure, my life She had until then remained In her corner, keeping to herself and attracting no atten- tion. She bad been mournful and had had no word to say as she sat with her lips closed, her eyelids .cast down, as though to further lsolate berself in the depths of her awful sorrow. But on opening her eyes sho had percelved the leather strap that hung near the door. The sight of that strap which her child had touched, with which her child had played, had thrown her into such despair that the spasm took away her desire for silence. “Oh, my poor little Rose. Her little hand soized’ that and she turned It, she looked at it, 1t was surely her last plaything. Ah, we were there together, she still lived, I still held her on my kunees, In my arms. It was then ®0 nice, %0 nice! And I no longer have her, and I'l never have her again, my poor little Rose, my poor little Rose Raviog, sobbivg, she looked at her empty girl! Ab, my jewel, SUNDAY, AUGUST 5, 1894 Kknees, her empty arms, with which she no | was making the trip to Rome, of which I longer knew what to do. She had so long rocked, so long earried her daughter, that now It was as though a part of her being had been amputated, a limb taken from her, leaving her lessened, without occupation, wild to feel her members useless. Her arms, her knees were In her way. Plorre and Marie, deeply touched, had quickly found kindly words and tried to con- solo the distracted mother. Little by little, through the disconnected sentences that she uttered between her sobs, they learned the Calvary that she bad climbed since her daughter's death. When she had on the preceding morning carried the dead ehild in her arms through the storm, she must have walked a long time in this manner, blind, deaf and beaten by the torrents of rain She no longer remembered the places sho had passed, the street that she had followed, through that infamous Lourdes, that child Killing Lourdes that she cursed “Oh, 1 don't remember, I don’t remem ber,” she cried. "Yes, some people took me in, had pity on me—some people I don't know, who live somewhere. Oh, I don't re- member, some place, up there, very far, at the other end of the town. But surely they are very poor people, because I recall 1 was in a very poor room, with my poor lttle girl, grown cold, that they had put into their bed.” At of sobbing this recollection a new fit shook her body—suffocated her. “No, no, I did not wish to part from her dear little body by leaving it in that horrid town. And I can’t say exactly but it mu: have been those poor people who showed me the way. We walked far, oh, ever so far, and,we saw all the gentlemen of the pllgrimage and of the train. I kept saving to them: ‘What difference does it make to you? Let me take her back to Paris in my arms. I brought her that way when sho was alive I surely can take he dead. Nobody will notice anything. They'll all think she is asleep.” And everybody—all the officia cried out and sent me away as though 1 asked them something horribie. Then I fin- ished by talking stupidly to them: Don't you think that when so many stories are told, that when they bring so many people sick unto death, that they should take care to bring back the dead? And at the station, do you know what they finally asked me for? Three hundred francs! Yes, it seems that fs the g Lord! Three hundred francs! And I, who me with 30 fran in my pocket, and who now have only 1 don't earn that much in six months’ ving. They should have asked me for my life; I would have given it up so willingly. Three hundred francs! Three hundred francs for that poor little birdlike body, that would have consoled me so if I could have carried it on my knees!" Then she muttered her woes to herself. “Oh," she resumed, “if you knew all the sensible things those poor people said to in- du me to leave. A working woman like me, with work waiting, should go back to Parls; and then I couldn’t afford to lose my return ticket, and I must take the train at forty minutes past 8. They said besides that we must put up with many things when we are not rich. For only the rich keep their dead and do with their dead what they will Isn’t that so? I don't remember, and 1 don’t remember again. I did not even know the time. I would never have been able to find the station. After the burial over there, in a place where there were two trees, I suppose those poor people took me from there half crazy and led me to the car and pushed me in just the moment the train started. But what a tearing away It was! Just as though my heart had remained under the earth, and it's awful! That s awful, my God “Poor woman,” murmured Marie. brave; implore the Holy Virgin for th that she never refuses to the afflicted.” “That s not true; the Holy Virgin makes sport of me; the Holy Virgin is a liar! Why did she deceive me? I would never have gone to Lourdes if I had not heard that voice in a church. My little girl would still be alive, and perhaps, the physicians would have saved her for me. And I, who would not for all the world have put my feet inside a priest's house. Oh, I was right, indeed! There Is no Holy Virgin; there is no good God! And she kept up without resignation, with- out illusion or hope, blaspheming in her vio- lent vulgarity of the common herd, declaim- ing the sufferings of her flesh so loudly that Sister Hyacinthe interfered. “Unfortunate woman, keep still. It is God who -is punishing you by keeping your wound bleeding.” The scene had lasted for a long time, and as they passed with full steam on through Riscle she again clapped her hands, giving the signal for singing, ‘“Laudate, laudate Mariam."” “Come, come, my children, all together and with all your heart.” On earth and In sky Let all that be In sweetest song cry, Mother, to thee, Laudate, laudate, laudate Mariam. Mme. Vincent, whose voice was drowned by this loving hymn, sobbed only through her hands, which she held to her mouth, having come to the end of her rebellion, with no strength left and with the trembling feeble- ness of a poor woman overcome by sorrow and fatigue. All in_the wagon after the hymn felt worn out There were only Sister Hyacinthe, still vivacious, and Sister Claire des Anges, sweet, serious and slender, who were, as when they left Paris, as during their stay in Lourdes, of a professional serenity ac- customed to everything, victorious over all in the light gayety of their white stomacher and cap. Mme. de Jonquiere, who had not slept scarcely at all for five days, made great efforts to keep her poor eyes open, charmed with the trip, however, returning with a joyful heart at having her daughter married and bringing back with her the best miracle, a woman of whose miraculous cure every one was talking. She was counting on having a good sleep that night, despite the jolting, but she still had vague fears on the subject of La Grivotte, who appeared to her pe- culiar, excited, haggard, with wandering eyes and purple spots on her cheeks. On ten ons she had tried to get her to keep quiet, without succeeding in restraining her from moving, with hands clasped and eyes closed. Happily, the other sick women di not cause her any bother, as they were all so much relieved or so tired that they were already asleep. Elise Rouquet had bought herselt a pocket mirror, a large, round glass, into which she never 'tired look ing, considering herself beautiful, noting from minute to minute the progress of her cure, with coquetry that induced her to purse her 1lips and try to smile, now that her monster's face was becoming human. As for Scphie Couteau, she played nicel Sho had taken off her own stockings, and, as nobody asked to see her foot, she kept saying that she must have had a pebble in her shoe: as no attention was paid to the littlo foot healed by the Holy Virgin, she held it in her hands, petted it and seemed plessed to touch it and to play with it. M. de Guersaint had stood up, leaning his ¢lbow on the partition, to talk to M. Sabathier. “Oh, father, father,” suddenly sald seo this dent in the Wood. It was the iron work on my wheel chair that did it." This mark that she had found made her 0 happy that in an Instant she forgot the secret sorrow that she seemed anxious to conceal. Just as Mme. Vincent had sebbed on noticing the leather strap that her little daughter had touched, she had at once given way to joy at the sight of that dent that recalled her long martyrdom, on that occasion with the trouble gone, vanished like a nightmare. To think that It Is scarcely four days ago I was lylng there, I could not stir, and now T go and come and I am at ease, my God Plerre and M. de Guersaint smiled at her, Then M. Sabathier, who had overheard, said slowly “It is very true, we leave a little of our- solves in such things, in our sufferings, In our hopes, and when we find them again they speak to us, they recall their existence, they sadden us or make us happy.” With an air of resignation, he had re- mained silent In his corner since the start from Lourdes and even his wife, when she nad wrapped up his legs and asked If he was in pain, had only obtained from him a shake of the head. He was nol suffering, but he was overwhelmed by extreme dejection. “It is 80 with me, you see,” he continued, “During the long trip going I had occupled my mind counting the friezes up there on the ceiling. There were twelve rows from the lamp to the door. I have just counted them again and thore are naturally atill thirtee It is like this copper knob be- side me. You cannot concelve the dreams I bad {n seefng it shine during the night when the abbe read to us the history of Borpadette, ¥ myselt cured. I “Be help Marle, have been talking for twonty years. I walked, I wondered about the world; In a word foollsh and charming dreams. And now wo are on our way back to Parls, thero are thirteen rows up there, the knob shines, all that tells me that I am again on the seat with my dead logs. Well, it's under- stood I am and I will remain a poor old finished creature.” Two tears appeared in his eyes; he was doomed fo an hour of hideous bitterness. But he lifted his great square head, with a jaw indicating patient obstination. “This was the seventh year that I have been to Lourdes, and the Holy Virgin has not listened to me > matter, though; that will not prevent me from returning next year. Perhaps she will finally design to listen to me."” Ho did not revolt. Plerre, In talking, re- mained astounded at the persistent, long- lived belief, that reiurned in spite of all the culturdd brain of that intellectual man On what ardent desire for cure and for life were based such disregard of evidence, such blinding wish? He had determined to bo saved outside of all natural probabilities, when experlence of the miracle had failed him many times. He had attributed his latest check to hin distraction before the grotto, to his probably insufficient repent to many kinds of minor sins, which had displeased the Holy Virgin. H determined to do nine days® following year “before going to ance, doubtless had already penance the Lourde That sumed, “‘you reminds me,” he know about the good luck my substitute had. Yes, you remember; that consumptive for whom I pald the fifty francs for the trip who was boing treated in the hospital. Well, he has been radically cured.’” Really; a consumptive!” eried M. de Guer- saint tertainly, sir; cu I had seen him wrunken; and he see me, quite restored. five francs.” Plorre had to knew the story, gne tell it. The cure was a feigner, whose tricks discovered by the Medical Bureau of thentications. [t must have been the third year that he presented himself there, the first time for paralysis, the second for a tumor, both effectually cured. Each - time had himself taken around, lodged and fed, and he left only after he had been over- whelmed with charity. He was formerly a hospital attendant, and he wrinkled —his face, transformed his appearance and sumed the symptoms of illuess with suc extraordinary art that it was only by chance that Dr. Bonamy discovered the fraud. The priests had promptly exacted silence about the affair. What would have been the use to make this jokes? When by the divine hand! low, so yellow came to the hospital to Indeed, I gave him suppress a smile, for having heard Dr. aimant of a miraculous s were finaliy Au- they discovered such lent miracles they were content to get the guilty parties out of the way. The frauds were, as a matter of fact, quite scarce, not- withstanding the funny storie about Lourdes spread by Voltairian wits, Alas! outside of faith, folly and ignorance suffic M. Sabathier was greatly moved by that idea’ that heaven had cured that man, sent at his expense, while ho himself returned impotent, still in the same lamentable con- dition. e sighed, and he could not heip adding, with a touch of envy in his resi natios “Well, after all, understand what she does. I will demand an_explanation for her con- duct, will we? When it pleases her to look d me she will always find me at her the Holy Virgin must Neither you nor At Mont de Marsan, after the Angelus, Sister Hyacinthe had the second string on the beads told, the five painful mysteries— Jesus in the Garden of Olives, Jesus whipped, Jesus crowned with thorns, Jesus carrying His cross, Jesus dying on the cross. they dived in the car, for there was no stop before Bordeaux, where they only arrived at 11 o'clock at night. Al of the pllgrims’ baskets were stuffed with food, without counting the milk, bouillon, fruits that Sister’ St. Francols had sent from the canteen. There were fraternal divisions; all ate on their knees. like neigh- bors; each compartment became a common mess table, and each guest contributed bis share to the meal. They had finished and put away the rest of the bread and the greasy papers when they passed Morceaux. “My children,” said Sister Hyacinthe, get- ting up, “the evening prayers.” Then followed a confused murmur, Paters, Aves, an examination of conscience, an act of contrition, an abandonment of self to God, to the Holy Virgin and to the saints, devoted thanks for a happy day, concluded by a prayer for the living and for the faith- ful dead. “At 10 o'clock, when we will be at La- mothe,” resumed the nun, “I warn you that I shall exact silence. DBut I believe that you will all be very good and that there will be no necessity of rocking you.” That caused a laugh. It was half past 8. Night had slowly enveloped the coun- try. ie” hills alone retained the faint farewell of dusk, while the thick cloak of darkness cevered the lowlands. The train, with all steam on, entered an immense plain, and there was only a sea of shadows where it rolled uver onward under a blue black sky riddled with stars, For a moment Plerre had been watching the movements of La Grivotte. While the Dilgrims and the invalids were already nod- ding, sunk down amid the baggage, that fluctuated with every jolt, she had straight- ened herself, she had clung to the partition In a sudden agony. And, under the pale, yellow, dancing ms of the lamp she seemed thin again, her face was livid with a look of torture, “Madam, look out! She will fall,” cried the priest to Mme. de Jonquiere, who, with closed eyes, was glving away to sleep. The latter made haste, but Sister Hya- cinthe had turned with quick motions. ~ She caught in her arms La Grivotte, who was thrown to the seat by a violent attack of coughing. For five minutes the unfortunate woman choked; shaken by so bad a cough that her poor body cracked. Then red streams ran and she spat out mouthfuls ot 00d. “My God, again,” repeated Mme. spair. “I feared so. see her look o strauge. by her.” The nun did not consent to this. “No, no, madam; sleep a little, watch. You are not accustomed to It. will wind up by making yourself ill.” She took her place and kept against her shoulder La_Grivotte's head, wiping the blood stained lips. The coughing spell passed, but her weakness became such that the unfortunate woman scarcely had the strength to stammer: Oh, it is nothing; it is nothing at all. I am cured, I am cured; entirely cured.” Pierre remained confused. That relapse had upset the travelers, raised themselves and looked with Then all resumed their corners; spoke, no_one tirred any more. thought about the wonderful medical presented by the girl. Her strength re- turned back there; her large appetite, her long walks, her radlant face, her dancing limbs—then that blood spitting, that cough, that leaden, agonized face, the brutal return of the lliness, victorlous after all. Was it some peculiar sort of consumption, com- plicated by a mervous disorder? Was It some other allment, an unknown disease that accomplised its end tranquilly amid contradictory diagnostics. Then began the sea of ignorance and of mistakes a darkness In which human science is still struggling. He again saw in his mind's eye Dr. Chassaigne disdainfully shrug his shoulders, while Dr. Bonamy, full of serenity, calmly continued his labor of au- thentication, In the absolute certainty that nobody could prove to him the impessibility of his miracles any more than he himself could have demonstrated their possibility. '‘Oh, 1 am not afrald,” La Grivotte kept murmuring; “they all told me then that I am cured, completely cured.” (To be continued next God! That is coming de Jonquiere in de- I was not easy to Walt, I will sit my 1 will You rapld fany terror. no one Plorre case Sunday.) EMACT SIZE 50 | he | Chas- | candal a text for newspaper , fraudu- | Then ; chocolate and ! MARRIED AT THE FAIR A Lost Lover from Peansylvania Found on the Grounds, Loft the Keyatono State Slok and Discouraged ~Lott His Home, His Love and For- tune to Seek Health 1n California, SAN FRANCISCO. Cal, June.—There was A pretty scene enacted in the Manufactures and Liberal Arts building at the exposition Tuesday. Thero was a wedding there, and the only guests wero & newspaper man and the gentlman who gave the bride away. It happened just in front of the booth of one of the big morning papers, and was unique in its way. The contracting parties were William Hal« ford Johnson and Annfe Gertrude Hough. It appears that a couple of years ago Mr, Johnson, then about 28 years old, left Ster- ling Run, in Pennsylvania, and came to Call fornfa. He was in that state of mind com monly known as “on the verge of insanity." | He confesses that his wretched plight was | due entirely to debauchery in his younger | days, and neglect of his case when serious | symptoms cropped out. He says he was lo | on “better than half dead, without life and hope.” He loved a young lady, whose home | was in Philadelphia, passionately, but re. | luctantly he had to resign all claim to her !'hand, as he was not fit to enter married life. This made him more despondent than ever, and throwing up everything, he came to California, hoping that the glorious cli- mate he had heard so much about might restore him somewhat, £o that, s he put it, “death might come a little bit easier.” In Monterey ho picked up a San Francisco morning paper one day and saw an invest- ment that struck his fancy. Ho decided to come here to close a ain. He did so, but when signing the final papers he fainted in the attorney's office A messenger was immediately d atched to the Hudson Medi- cal Institute, 1032 Market street, and one of the speclalists hurried to the rescue. The case proved serious, and for some weeks Mr, Johnson needed unremitting care, But there ame a_blessing indirectly through the ill- ness. When he had somewhat recovered he found he had perfect confidence in the skill of the physicians of the White Institute, and before he knew it he had told them' the history of his case. Then they proceeded to treat him with “The Great Hudyan, 1d before he knew it he was not only on his feet, but fast regaining his old time health and strength, { Then he found, after a month or two, that the specialists were able to assure him that he could get married with confidence, and he was so delighted that he tried to com= manicate with his old love, but she was not to be found. Detectives were employed and money spent with a liberal hand, and a few wecks ago tho search was abndoned as ruit 8. | Just two weeks ago last Tuesday he wi | standing on the same spot where he was married, when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, and some one said, “Willl* The onlookers are not likely to forget the scene. His old love, Miss Hough, had found him, and that, too, Tight opposite the booth of 'the paper which had inadvertantly wrought his recovery. 7 There was a quiet little breakfast at the Palace afterwards, the best man—the mana- ger of the Hudson Medical institute—being the only guest except a representative of the morning paper referred to. Sald Mr. Johnson: “The ‘Great Hudyan® gave me back my life. No friend could do more." The happy couple will not go back east just yet, for Miss Hough—or rather, Mrs. Johnson—is infatuated with California. B . 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