St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-12-09
rrnnslnted from the French.

and the priest was winding up MS llttie
harangue with the phrase:
"Be. thou united upon earth. that thou
NAV be finally united in heaven!
1t was impossible to restrain an eX-
clamation, for Raeul had not married
Young girl but the pretty little Count
ess jeanne de ChaTmelan, widow of my
friend CASTOR de Charmelan. This
amiable person seemed destined to
make the happiness of my friends
RaouI following CASTOR.
Upon the earth the affair was simple
enough-Gaston had withdrawn. Raoul
remained, but on high-in heaven-at
the final union there would be two,
CASTOR and Raoul, the first and the sec
ond husband. / fell into profound re-
Election.
This phrase of the priest of st. Clotllde
made part of all the little dlScOurSes
that served for marriages. He had,
doubtless. five years before made the
some promises TO CASTOR; told him, III
SHIRT. that if he lived and died Chris
tian. he would find again his little
Jeanne in Paradise, among the angels,
the archapgels, the thrones and gov
ernments.
Meanwhile, there was a great stir
about me; the mass was terminated,
the organ was playing the Wedding
march, and | followed the wave that
carried me to the SacrlSty, SHOOK Une
hands of the husband and wife, muir
INJURED a commonplace and hastily de-
narted. for a stupidity was Oh my lips.
/ could with difficulty refrain from say
ing to Raoul: "Have you considered, or
do YOU comprehend fully, that phrase
upon final reunion""
THERE WILL. BE TWO OF YOU,
my dear boy, two OF you when 1t
comes to passH'
| left the church, paid two or three
visits, returned to my house, took rlde
on horseback, dined at the club, went
to the opera, and always that beastly,
fixed idea pursued me: GLOW would
thev disentangle themselves in the
other world. Jeanne, Raoul and Gaston"'
went to bed to Sleep and, in a dream,
I went to Paradise. | have not forgot
ten it yet-that dream!
I found myself at the Station OF Par
adise. There was a great hurry burly
of trains, carriages departing empty
and returning more or less full. The
chef de care was st. Thomas. talked
with him and found him very obliging;
he explained to me the organization OF
the service.
earth, touch at He'll and Purgatory and
stop at Paradise. Here at this moment
we have many people from the
world. and the Council is very
content. since for some months there
has been constant increase in the
number of travellers for Paradise.
Every day, upon the departure for
earth, they are forced to put on addi-
tional carriages. But Judge for your
self, for at o'clock the express will ar
rive-oh. yes, we have expresses that
come direct from earth. There's the
whistle now; the train is coming. We
have taken the French service, you see,
as model: it is the best IN the world,
and our principal lines are finished.
though we are not yet in communities
ton with all the planets.
But look, the train is here, first, sec
ond and third class carriages, with a
van for baggage and compartment for
dogs. They are descending. Pay at
tention and you will notice that not
many are in the second-class, a few only
in the third-clasS, but a crowd in the
first-class. Rich people have greater
facilities for obtaining their salvation.
Remain here two or three days, and you
will certainly see in the fifty or more
trains arriving daily.a number OF your
acquaintanceS.
He was a babbler. this old st. Thomas.
He talked and talked. but for some
minutes | had listened no more. My
widow of St. Clotilde, the wife OF Gas
ton and of RaOul, l had
SEEN HER PRETTY HEAD
appear at the window of a parlor car,
and now saw her leap lightly and smil-
ingly to the ground, permitting a
glimpse of a foot and ankle simply
ravishlng. She was at the instant run
ming from side to side crying out,
Paradise! Paradise! Where is Para
disc? i have ticket for Paradisen'
Just as remembered to have seen her
one day in the station at Compiegne de.
scending from ''spe ;ial' that carried
the guests of the empress. That day
also she had exhibited pair of beauti-
full feet, and ran wildly about the plat
form demanding her boxes. do not
forget them, my boxes" said she; Il
have fourn' An officer of the crown
had Gained her by promising to attend
to them personally. "They are safe,
Madame la Comtesse," The declared; 81
charge myself with the care of them; !
am here for that purpose"'
In the same way ST. Peter approached
her in the station at Paradise to attend
to her ticket. Twill you have the good
ness to show it to me, madame? said
he. adding, as he glanced at it, sit is
correct; enter! behold, the gate OF
Paradise!' and my little friend, with q
genteel reverence, passed in. A mad
desire took me to enter in her train
Suppose Raoul is dead" said to my
self, "then his widow is going to fine
herself between two husbands"
asked st. Thomas if l should be able tC
Certainly" he responded; "easily
enough"
Yes, but for an hour only! Will
they not keep me there? Shall | be
able to return? Agreeable as it would
be to remain in Paradise, have still
some years to pass upon earth that
should dislike to give up. Life is but a
span-Paradise is eternal!"
ooh. it's all right; you can leave when
YOU please. Come!' and he conducted
me to SAINT Peter.
Look at monsieur WE'LL" he said to
him, He is curious. He wishes not
only to enter Paradise, but to leave il
also"
ENTER, Monsieur, enter; shall recog.
nize you,'' and st. Peter ushered me in.
Behold us, then, in Paradise, and at
good moment, too, for Castor and
Raoul, who had been awaiting the
travellers at the entrance, were already
precipitating themselves upon Their
wife.
Jeanne, my dear Jeanne!" cried
CASTOR, Selling her hand and drawing
her to his side.
"Martha, my dear Martial" cried
Raoul, pulling her upon the other.
(She had two names, it seemed, and
had deemed it proper not to retain fo1
the second husband the one that had
served for the first. Truly, she was all
adorable creature,-With an exquisite
delicacy of sentiment.)
In the meantiInesthe struggle con.