The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-23

was not quite sure. At all events, IL was as
well to talk no more about it, but she
would iaform herself later on. But the
process on, which mad stopped again in
order that monseigneur might incense the
Holy Sacrament, which was placed among
the verdure of a temporary altar at tue
corner of the street, was now about to move
on again; and Angeique, whose hands
seemed lost in the basket on her lap, sud
denly in her delight and confusion made a
quick movement, and carefully threw out
a great quantity of the perfumed petals.
AT that Instant Felicien approached. The
leaves fell ike little shower, and at last
two of them fiuttered balanced themselves,
teen quietly settled down on his hair
1t was over. The canopy had disappeared
round the corner of the Grand Rue, the end
of the cortege went by, leaving the pave
ments deserted, hushed as if quieted uy a
dreamy faith, in the rather strong exhala-
ticn OF crushed roses. Yet one could still
hear i'll tho dIsta &c, growing weaker and
weaker by degrees, the silvery sound of the
little chains of the swinging censers.
"Oh! mother" said A. gelique, pleading
ly, do let us so into the church, SO as 10 see
them all as they come backp
Hubertines first impulse was to refuse.
But she, for her own part, was very anxious
to ascertain what she could about Fehcien,
SO she replied:
Yes, after a while. if you really wish to
do sou
But they must, of course, wait a little
Angelique, after going to her room for her
hat, could not keep still She returned
every minute to the great window, which
was still wide open. She looked at the end
of the street iuquiringly, then she lifted her
eyes as if seeking something IN space Itself !;
and so nervous was she that she spoke
aloud, as she mentally followed the process
sion step by step.
'Now, they are going down the Rue
Base. All see, they must be turning on
the square before the Sous Prefecture.
There Is no end to all the long streets i'll
Beaumont la Vile. What pleasure can
they take in seeing Saint Agnes, | would
like to know. All these petty tradesmenl"
Above them, i'll the heavens. was a deli
cately rose-tinted cloud, with a band of
white and gold around it, and
came "a devotional peace and hush
of religious expectation. In the immobility
of the air one realized that all civil life was
suspended, as if God had left his house, and
everyone was awaiting his return before
resuming their daily occupations. Oppos te
them the blue draperies of the sllversinith,
and the red curtains of the wax-chandler,
still barred the interior of their shops and
hid the contents from view. The streets
from one to the other, except that of the
slow march of the clergy, whose progress
could easily be realized from every corner
of the town.
Mother, mother, assure you that now
they are at the corner of the Rue Maglolre.
They will soon come up the hill"
she was mistaken, for it was only $50
o'clock, and the procession never came back
before quarter past Z. She would have
EunxuD wall had Cha not hppn irt1INa-
tent, that the canopy must he only at the
lower wharf of the Ligneul. But she was
too excited to think.
''Oh mother DEAR do let us hurry, or we
may not find any places"
"Come. make haste then, little oner' at
last Huberune said, smiling in spite of her
self. I'VE shall certainly be Obliged to wait
a great while, but never mind"
LAS for me, will remain at home," said
Hubert lean take down and put away
the embroidered parcels, and then | will set
the table for dinner"
The church seemed empty to them, as the
Blessed Sacrament was no longer there.
All the doors were wide open, like those of
a house in complete disorder, where one is
awaiting the return of the master. Very
few persons came in; the great altar alone,
a sarcophagus of the severe Romanesoue
style, glittered as if burning at the end of
the nave, covered as it was with stars from
the flame of many candles; all the rest of
the enormous building, the aisle, the chap.
els and the arches, seemed filled with
shadow under the coming on of the evening
darkness.
Slowly, in order to gain little patience,
Angelque and Hubertine walked around
the editice. Low down, it seemed as if
crushed, thickset columns supported the
semi-circular arches Of the side aisle. They
walked the whole length of the dark chap
els, which were buried almost as if they
were crypts. Then, when they crossed
over, before the great entrance portal, I'M
der the triforium of the organ, they had a
feeling of deliverance as they raised their
eyes toward the high, gothic windows of the
nave, which shot up SO gracefully above the
heavy Romanesque coursed work. But
they continued by the southern side aisle,
and the feeling of suffocation returned
again. At the cross of the transept, four
enormous pillars made the four corners, and
rose to a great height, then struck off to
support the roof. There was still to be
found a DELICATE purrle-tinted light the
farewell of day through the rose windows
of the side fronts They had crossed the
three steps which led to the choir, and they
turned by the circumference of the apsis,
which was the very Oldest part of the build
ing and seemed most sepuchral. They
stopped one moment and leaned against the
ancient grating, which entirely surrounded
the choir, and which was most deliberately
wrought, that they might look at the fam
ing altar, where each separate light was re-
flected In the old polished oak of the
stalls, most marvellous stalls, covered with
rare sculptures. SO at last they came back
to the point from which they started, lift
ing up their heads as If they breathed
more freely from the hight Of the nave
which the growing shades of night drove
farther away, and enlarged the old walls.
on which were faint remains of paintings
and of gold.
81 know perfectly we'll that we are alto
gether too early" said Hubertine
,Iwithout replying, said, as if to
herself:
"How grand it IS"
1t really seemed to her as if she had never
known the church before, but that she had
lust seen it for the first time. Her eyes
wandered over the motionless sea of chairs,
then went to the depth of the chapels,
where she could only imagine were tombs
and old funereal stones, on account of the
increased darkness therein. But she saw at
last the Chapel Hauteceur, where she recog-
nized the window which had been re-
paired, with its Saint George, and that now
looked vague as a dream, in the dusk. She
was unusually happy
At last there was a gentle shaking
through the whole building, and the
great clock struck. Then the bell began to
ring,
"Ah, now" she said, "look, for they are
really coming I'D the Rue Maglore.n