The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 24, 1902, Page 1

ART 1 1 the books that have createa g literary sensation during st few years ‘“Lazarre” the most talked about, both a and Europe. Mary Hart- erwood, the author, has token the most interesting period of T history for her theme—the e scenes of the Reign of Terror te and their children were sub- jected to inconceivable barbarities in Temple Prison before being ushed to the guillotine—the bril- liant awe-inspiring military achieve- ments of Napoleon Bonaparte, which " Uowed, and the hercic incidents of e American War of Independence, and around the strange and sensa- tional mystery of the fate of Louils XVII, the young dauphin of Franoe, she has writiza « powerful historical a8 we¢o €5 & deep human interest story. Following out fts new Nterary policy The Bunday Oall will publish “Lasarre” complete in three install- ments, giving its readers the best §1 50 book of the year for 15 cents, Sunday OCall. This week there are presented: “King Louis XVI and the royal fam- ly in the Temple Prison,” from the ainting by E. M. Ward, B. A. T XVII in the hands of the from the painting by Antoinette Before the Tribunal”; “Marie ng to her Execution on and “Louis XVTII, the r» dauphin, in the Temple e to illustrate Abbott’s France. e reality to the striking ¢ “Lazarre” Sydney St. L. e Olympie Club, who has I d commendation for e physique, has posed of three full page front- The photographs, which ken at Taber’s, are the best that have ever been Mullender, Taber’s Each is & special size of The Sunday entitled, respectivel the adopted Iroquois 1 b Mob,” French dauphin in ace. American apostle in ary War.” Cohn furnished the Goldstein &’Co., the cos- gave their best efforts to Cawill correctly, even est historical detail. book, “None but the ed under The Sunday literary policy, was a big Lazarre” will eate 2 and fter that will Vincennes,” a0od Was in Flower,” 81 50 books, for less T ath of that price. You #ord to miss any of them. dressing Mr Y name § e,” sald the lit- ceasing- his ss her face, _your sail soom. e wi md muu in Paris hope patted his wrists and he pain nor resented ihe h male shyness to him on the stone mused by the black- sted In un- 1l the thickly and the e; but the s first use, was s and householders. i been retained as a ve pillars, which from u dren of r id hoot when it service, from an during The Chapel was a fringemaker's shop. (Iavodrhanninz window in the cholr. ng it dFhe smithy i the'north transept had de: en scend from father to son. transépt dwelling The south walled up’'to make a respectable . showed through its, open door MAR> HARTWEL CATHERWOOD sthe ghastly marble tomb of & ecrusader which the thrifty London“housewife had .turned info ‘a parlor table. - His crossed feet and hands and upward staring coun- ttenance protruded’ from - the’ ‘midst of knick-knacks., LAZARRE ._.THE ADOPTED IROQUOIO WARRIOR. Light fell through the venerable clere- story on_ up] (Y.r arcades. Some of these were walle ut, but others retained thelr arched openings into the church and formed balconies from =~ which upstairs dwellers could look down at what was passing below. Two women leaned out of the Norman ° arcades, separated only by a pillar, watching across the nave those little figures seated in front of the blacksmith’s window. An atpgosphere of comfort nnd PHOTO.BY TABER, thrift filled St. Bat's. It was the abode of labor and humble prosperity, not an asylum of poverty. Great worthies, m- deed, such as_John Milton,” and nearer our own day, Washington Irving, did not disdain to live in St. Bartholomew's close. ECTION The two British matrons, therefors, spoke the prejudice of the better rather tham the baser class. “The little devila! “They look other. “But back crawl!” “How long are they going to stay In St. Bat's? “The two men with the little girl and the servant intend to sail for America next week. The lad and the man that brought him in—as dangerous looking a foreigner as ever I saw!—are like to prowl out any time. I saw them go into the smithy, and I went over to ask the smith’s wife about them. She let two upper chambers to the creatures this morning.’ "‘What ails the ot an idiot. “Well, then, God knows what of the crazy French! If they broke out with boils like the heathen of scripture, it would not surprise a Christis As 18 18, they keep on bcheamr: one another, day after day and month after month; ard the time must come when none of them will be left—and a satisfaction that will be to respectable folks! “First the king, and then the queen,” mused one speaker. “And now news comes that the littie prince has died of bad treatment in his prison. Engiand will not go into mourning for him as it did for his father, King Louis. What a preity sight it was, to see every decent body in a bit of black, and the houses draped, they say, in every town! A comfor: it must have been to the queen of France when she heard of such Christian re- spect!” The women's faces, hard in texture and rubicund as beef and good ale could make them, leaned silent a moment high above the dim pavement. St. Bat's little bell piruck the three quarters before ten lightly, delicately, with always a promise of the great boomiing which should follow on the stroke of the hour. Its perfection sald one woman. innocent,” remarked the these French do make my lad? He has the look ails any of sound contrasted with the smithy clangor of metal in process of welding. A butcher’s boy made his way through the front entrance toward a staircase, his feet echoing on the flags, carrying exposed a joint of beef on the board upon his head. “And how do your foreigners behave themselves, Mrs. Blake?’ inquired the neighbor. “Like French emmy-grays, to be sure. I told Blake when he would have them to lodge in the house, that we are a respect- able family. But he is master, and_their lordships has money in their purses.” “French _lorc S exclaimed the neighbor. “Whether they calls them- selves counts or markises, what's their nobility_wo “The Marki Blake, 3 y taken with her lodgers which s erved for her- self, a gentieman if he is an emmy- gray and Frenc in his own hc gentry Blake may be master e, but he knows landed rom tinkers—whether they ever to their land again or not then,” soothed her gossip, “I s ing of them French that comes over, glad to teach their betters, even to work with their hands for a Blake, o1 agaln giving shall_be gl of St. B ?—‘Touc s. For what dor not the uncle t k that servant- body, instead of looking after her little missus, galloping out of the cidse on some bloody errand. “You ought to be thankful, Mrs. Blake, to have her out of the way, instead of around our children, poisoning their minds. Thank y are playing in the church from even Christians, safe lass yonder.” om the little Chris- eir hoots at cholr boys ga(hermg for the 10 o’clock service in St. Bat's. When Mrs. Blake and her friend saw this preparation, they with= drew their dissenting heads from the ar- cades in order mot to countenance what might go on below. Minute followed minute, and the little bell struck the four quarters. Then the rreat bell boomed out ten—the bell which had given the signal for lighting the fu- neral piles of many a martyr, on Smith- field, directly opposite the church. Organ music pealed; choir boys appeared from their robing-foom beside the entrance, pacing two and two as they chanted. The celebrant stood in his place at the altar, and antiphonal music rolled among the arches; pierced by the dagger voice of a woman in the arcac who called after the retreating butcher’s boy to look sharp and bring her the joint she ordered. Eagle sprang up and dragged the arm of the unmov boy in the north tran- sept. There was a weeping tomb In the chancei which she wished to show him— lettered with a threat to shed tears for & beautiful memory if passers-by did not contribute their share; a threat the mar- ble culy executed on account of the dampness of the church and the hard- ness of men's hearts. But it was im- possible to disturb a religious service. Bo she coaxed the boy, dragging behind her, down the ambulatory beside the oasis of chapel, where the singers, sitting sidewise, in rows facing each other, chanted the Venite. A few worshipers from the close, all of them women, pat- tered in to take part in this daily office. The smithy hammers rang under organ measures, and an odor of cooking sifted dowr from the arcades. Outside the church big fat-bellied pig- eons were cooing about the tower or strutting and pecking on the ground. To kill one was a grave offense. The worst boy playing in the lane durst not lift a band against them. Very different game were Eagle and the other alien whom she led past the red. fuced English children. “Good day,” she spoke pleasantly, feel- ing their antagonism. They answered her with a titter. “Sally, Blake is the only one I know,” she explained in French, to her compan- fon who moved feebly and stifly behind ber dancing step. *I cannot talk Eng- lish to them, and besides, their manners are not good, for they are like our peas- ants.” Sally Blake and a bare kneed lad be- gan to amble behind the foreigners, he taking his cue smartly and loiling out his tongue. The whole crowd set up a shout, and Eagle looked back. She wheeled and slapped the St. Bat's girl in_the face. That silent being whom she had taken under her care recoiled from the, blow which the bare kneed boy instantly gave him, and without defending himself or her, shrank down in_an attitude of en- treaty. She screamed with pain at this sight, which hurt worse than_the hair- pulling of mob around. her. She fought fike & panther in front of him. Two men in the long rarrow lane lead- ing from Simthfield interfered and scat- tered her assailants. You may pass up a uf into the grave- yard, which is separated by a wall from