The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1877-06-23

came running In, crying, "Ihc supc-
rior is not hurt they shot at her, bnt
they did not hit her. o, sister do
stop crying SO terribly do hear me.
She is just us safe as you are" and
thus con urcd the poor Sister sat up,
her veil 'lrrnrhrl and her linen head
piece half off, disclosing her round,
shavcn poll. A moment later the
superior entered, surrounded by Il
crowd of trembling Juniors, who, for
getting their awe, clung to her des-
neratoly shc h..l her usual grand
air, though excited to tho highest
pitch.
THE SUPERIOR MAKES A srEECH.
The mob had never ceased to call
for her, ordering her, with oaths and
savage outClirS, to bring out her mis-.
cradle victims. She would have con-
frontcd them at once, but the nuns
clung to her with prayers and tears,
till at la>t-for she had a Nuns coul-
age and the taunts of the mob >tuny
her to- rrrklrSSnrSS-shc tore he! self
from their arms and rushed out upon
the landing. She knew nothing Of
the world and was utterly lacking in
tack he had been used to command
all her life :; and looked upon the mob
with unreasonable contempt as cn-
nuliIr, rs creatures to be cowel 10y
threats. The mob Sa,atrd her with
storm Of ohjurcation which she
bore without tinchinS, intcrrupting
them at last in her loud clear voice
and intimatiny her desire to speak.
Curiosity AS to what she would say
made a sudden silence and it is posi-
ble, thinks Mrs. Whitney, that had
she known how to address tho mob
it might have dispersed. But she an
swercd the mob in language as vi.
client as their own, delivered with
the utmost arrogance and impcrious-
ness of manner. "DiSpcr>c inmc.
diatcly,' she said "tor if you don't
the bishop has twenty thousand
IriSllmcn at his command in Boston,
and they will whip You all into the
sea- "Think'" says Mrs. Whitney,
"of the effect of such speech az that
on body of American truckmch and
mechanics breaking the silence
with fierce yclls, they fired at her
twice, and the nuns pulled her back
by main force and barred the door.
SCENES IN THE CONVENT.
There was even then long wait,
and the girls wandered around the
dormitorieS, always seeing a success
cession of painful sights. In one lay
a novice in a dead faint, her pale face
! laid back in her white veil in an
other, a young gill, she who in the
last stages of consumption ,wassssO an
xious to mortify her poor, dying flesh
that she persisted in fulfilling her du
ties to the utmost limit of her strength
in others were girls, laughing, crying,
and groaning in Mysteries. The cain,
was at last broken by the joyous cry
that the mob was going off, and it
was seen slowly letreating from the
terrace walks toward the Charlcstowu
road. But the crowd halted and a
couple of bontircs fed with the fenc.
ing were lighted, and tarbarrels We're
thrown on, making the scene bright
as day. Presently there was IL fam
thinking and speck OF light approch
ed-the CharleStown fire engine but
at the top of the hill the tircmen par.
lcyed with the rioters and withdrew.
Their slight opposition kindled the
mob to rage a barrel of rum hal
been preached near the bonfres, anC
the crowd howeled and danced abou
them furiNsly, till suddenly some o
the number snatched brands from thu
piles, and, whirling them aloft ant
calling loudly on the rest to follow
placed themselves at the head of thu
dreadful returning tide of rioters tina
now snrgcd back toward the conven
with a loarse roar like a great wave
rising to engulf it.
LITTLE lIEROINEs.
|. In all the awful distraction tina
followed, voices were heard calling
'Where is Maria F. ? The snpcrio
wants her," and Mrs. Whitney-o
Louisa Goddard, as the reader pre-
fers- caught a glimpse of some q
the nuns urging that lovely youn
creature into a front room. The 81
perior put her forward as forlor
hope, and she was held far ont of
window to pipe to the crowd, &c
} away My father is a judge, and h
will put you all in prison." This sol
emn farce over, the superior rallie
the children in the halls, and singlin
. out those of tho Older girls who seem
+ ed to have the most .esence of mine
t she committed to each one the small
t est children with few solemn word
l of charge, c|asping their hands toset|
q er with her own firm palm. Seem
s Lonlsa Goddard, she almost smile.
G "Why, you are as brave as a litt|
G lion !" she said, and gave to her car
: after obtaining solemn promi Sc NJ
d to leave her till both wcro in a plat
e of safety, small, sickly, pale chill
perfectly dazed with terror and b.
wilderment.
2 THE MOB TAKES POSSESSION.
I The mob was laundering at Il
Q doors, aud a moment later the nuI
II came flying to her, to say the rlote
>, We're throuSiny into her room throu:
d the windows. At the same insta
Q came the crash of the windows ;
g along the front, smashed in with vc
'. leys of stones. Bidding the nuns al
J. such as dared remain with her folio
l. she led the way to a door on a sun
b Ell paved court leading to the garde
= "Never,' says Mrs. Whitney, Ssh;
t, l forget how calmly the moonl'g
n slept on its fair pavenleut.' 1t "
d planted with white roses in full bloc
IS and unutterably peaceful. The m
Y had stnnned IN Nlun0pr her roo