The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-06-21

small. sickly, pale child perfectly dazed with ter
ror and bewildement
The mob was thunderingat the doors and mo-
ment later the nuns came flying to her to say the
rioters were throngng into her room through the
windows. At the same instant came the crash of
the windows all along the front smashed in with
volleys of stone Bidding the nuns and such of
the girls as dared remain with her follow she led
the way to a door opening on sunken paved court
leading to the garden. Never saws Mrs Whit
ney, shall forget how calmly the moonlight slept
on Its falr pavement" 1t was planted with white
roses i'll full bloom and unutterably peaceful The
mob had stopped to punder her room where was
large sum OF money just received from the pupils
and she escaped to the bottom OF the garden where
their progress stopped by the substantial board
fence. There she ranged her flock on the grass
border Of the walk leading past the brick burial
vault bidding them efface themselves as much as
possible IN the bushes and shadow The nuns clus-
tered round her feet the girls lay motionless in
various hopeless attitudes; of them slept the
sleep OF exhaustion i'll spite of the horrible noise
Horrible noise indeed. The mob had overrun
the building from basement to garret They ran
sacked the cellar first, in search of cells and cap
tlves, while more practical spirits moved quickly
from window to window IN the upper stories, loot
ing Then the superior stories became lit up and
crowded; the noise of breaking and tearing down
furniture the crash Of glass. pictures and china
the thunder of heavy pieces flung with cheers from
the windows down upon the pavcmeuts, the snap
ping and wang Of the breaking Of harp and
guitar strings, made fearful babal Then. begin
ming on the second story, the windows were lit up
with more brilliant light Men could be seen 90
ing from room to room heapiug books bedding
curtains, clothing, all sorts of cumbustibles on
the floors and. after an omnous pause. the fire
burst from the heaps palpitatng and Frightening
tll III a very short time the windows began to
glow like openings III wall Of flame. As the
building burned the rioters Withdrew their last
act before leaving the music room being to throw
piano bodily cut of the window. All this time
l.OuiSas charge slept ON her lap luuttering i'll
dreams about her mother in New Orleans her AUNT
Fanny and her doll
As with a wild yell the rioters disappeared men
We're heard moving stealthily behind the t"nce,
which they began To tear down. Fortunately they
proved to be friends, Mr. Cutter and some Others
They broke gap III the fence and pulled the fugi-
tives through as noiselessly might lie; then they
stumbled down through potato-held to Mr. Cut
ters house. After waiting here awhile in full sight
of the blazing ruin Sister Mary John reIaTsing
into dclirnm-thcir host hurried them away.
for the mob on the Superors trail. Nearly
a mile away, up Winter Hill, they halted, and
knocked at several substantial dwellings, but no
one would open or even answer Finally, as they
were about to move further night capped old
gentleman, Mr. Joseph Adams. bobbcd lis head
out of the window, took them in, locked the doors,
put out the lights, and, when the mob went by
seeking Intelligence of the nuns hiding place. did
some excellent dramatic business, expressing
sleepness, surprise and disgust at being raped
up to have such absurd questions put to him lied
to the rioters like good hearted Christian gentle.
man. and sent them on fools errand, Meanwhile,
the Superior had recovered her spirits and We're
bantering the girls. Feeling anXiously in her pock
cts she found her snuil-box and her face brighten
ed ''Old friend, | didn't forget You then" She
said, but the box was empty. IF | only had
clean pocket handkerchief and some snuff" She
said, Il should be happy"
Only all outline has, of course been given here
of the story told with wonderful drcctness and
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