Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-07-11

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@ All 10 the funeral procession starts
for the church. The ilhearsa i'll Of the
highest class plumes and feathers,
5siraped with han Of silver fringe. 1;
The tassels Of the pail are held up By
% Marshal Of France, q Duke, an old
friend Of the deceased an ex Minister Of
State and an Academ The counts
son, Roger, and his son in- law led the
,mourners. AfterWard conlas the pro-
cessipn, gloved and cravated IN blaek, .
all Important personages, who march
with the dull stamp Of q disbanded
troop. The excited neighb orhood is at
the windows.
Some persons form a line on the side
walks, remove their hats and shake
their heads as The triumphal hearses
passes. Business is interrupted by the
interminable mourning coaches, nearly
all Of them empty The omnibusses and
street carriages are gathered together
on the cross roads; one hears the swear
ing Of the coaoh1nen and the cracking
sof whips. IA !.5s ,@. s
h During all this time the countess re-
mains at home, giving out that her tears
have broken her: down. Extended on
lounge, playing with the tassel of her
girdle, she looksa at the ceiling, relieved
and thoughtful. .
: At the church the ceremony lasts two
hours. All the. clergy make an appear
ance.% Ever since morning, one has
seen only busy priests running in their
SUPPLIES and wiping their faces. La
the middle of the nave, which is spread
with black, is a brilliant catafalque. Al
last the people are seated; the women
at the left, the men at the right; and
the organ rolls out its lamentation; the
singers moan softly; the children of the
choir breathe soft sighs; the torches
send up high green flames, which add
to the pomp of the ceremany.
"Will not Faure sing?" asks a deputy
of his neighbor. 4. Fiji, j. s
Eyes; I think So" replies the neigh
Dor, who smiles from a distance on the
ladies. >":. +s- =. s.sr..'.'
L The voice Of the singer rises CULVER
''Hai what method, what BREADTH"
adds In a low voice, swaying his head in
ecstacy. r. .,..ES F... rr7s ~
+. All the assembly are fascinated. The
ladies, with smile on their lips, think
of the opera. "Faure really has talentl'
a friend of the count goes SO far as to
say - &
HE never sang better. Tt is provok-
ing that the poor count cannot hear him.
who liked him so much" ~
The singers, in black cloaks, march
around the coffin. The priests, to the
number of twenty, complete the cere-
monial, bow and sprinkle holy water.
At last all those present pass before the
coffin and the holy water eirculates
again. ga - -. 20.
They all go out after shaking hands
with the family, Outside the daylight
blinds the eyes Of the crowd.
1t is: q fine day in June. In front of
the church there is some confusion.
The procession is q long time in reor-
ganizing,. At the corner Of street two
blocks away the waving plumes of the
hearse are visible. One hears the clap
ping OF the carriage doors and the trot-
ting of the horses on the pavement.
However the coachmen form in line and
the procession moves toward the ceme-
terry ~ y =" ts3 ss
In the carriages every one was atease;
one would think they were going for
pleasure drive in the spring time. AS
they no longer could see the hearse, they
forgot the funeral and engage in con-
versation the ladies speak of the sum-
mer season.. the men chat about their
affairs. H., - 'li@j.Sas
"Say, my dear, do you go to the sea
shore this year," s,.s i 49,.
Perhaps. But not until August.
We go on Saturday to our country
place. !" - n ..,g,:l IA !,
:. "Then he got the letter by fraud, and
they fought-oht very genteellya
mere scratch. Last night he dined with
ME at the club, and he won twenty five
dollars from me.'n ss5 B 5 IN
stI*" Is it not the day after tomorrow that
the stockholders have their meeting?
They wish to name me for the COM
mittee, but I'm SO busy that I can't At
tend. 3s.5 \ 5st &, st So fs
# The procession moves along; an ay-
enne. A refreshing shadow falls from
the trees, and the chcerfulness Of the
sun is over the grass. All at once a
stupid lady, who leans against a carriage
door, let's slip: III s 5 Id JILL
Oh, it is charming here !" #. j
Now The procession enters the GENE.
terry. The voeies are hushed.. Nothing
IS heard but the grinding Of the. wheels
on the sanded walks. The vault OF the
counts tamil y is ct the farthest end to
the left--- e. lofty tomb OF white marble.
oiname1lted with sculptures: they
place the colin in front OF It, and the
discourses commence. Il a