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

SUN sditg Win tnelI voices ihe enoo0 VI
seraphim.
The cathedral had room for all. The
nave was slowly filled, the men being at
| the right and the women at the lett. But
night had come The whole place outside
was dotted with bright points, hundreds OF
moving lights, and soon it was the turn for
the clergy, the tapers that were held outside
the ranks making a double yellow cord as
they passed through the door. The tapers
seemed endless as they succeeded each other
and multiplied themselves; the great SEM
| mary, the parishes and the cathedral; the
chorsrers still singing the anthem. aud the
canons in their white pluvials. Then little
by little the church became lighted up,
seemed inhabited. illuminated, over
powered by hundreds OF stars like a sum-
| mer sky
Two chairs being unoccupied, Angelique
| stood up on one of them.
| ''Get down, my DEAR whispered Huber
tine; ''for that Is forbidden"
But she TRANQUILITY remained there, and
| did not move
"Why is it forbidden? l must see at all
events! OH how exquisite all this is!
At last she prevailed upon her mother to
| get upon the other chair.
Now the whole cathedral was glowing
with reddish yellow light. This billow of
candles which crossed it Illuminated the
lower arches of the side aisle, the depth of
some shrine or upon the gold of some tab
ernacle. The rays even penetrated into the
| apsis, and the sepulchral crypts were
frightened up by them. The choir was
mass of flame. with its altar on fire, its
glistening stalls, and its old railing, whose
ornamentation stood out boldly. And the
flight OF the nave was stronger marked
than ever, with the heavy curved pillars
below. supporting the round arches, while
| above, the numbers of little columns grew
smaller and smaller as they burst forth
among the broken arches of the ogives, like
an inexpressible declaration of faith and
love which seemed to come from the lights
In the center, under the roof, along the ribs
of the nave, there was yellow cloud
thick odor of wax, from the multitude of
little tapers.
But now. above the sound of feet and
the moving of chairs, one heard again the
falling of the chains of the censers. Then
the organs peaied forth majesticaily, glo-
rious burst of music that filed to overflow
ing the highest arches as if with the rumb-
| ling of thdnder. 1t was at that instant that
monseigneur arrived on the Place du
| Cloitre The statue of Saint Agnes had
reached the apsis, still borne by the sur
pliced clerks, and her face looked very calm
under the light, as if she were more than
happy to return to her dreams of four CEN
turtles, At last, preceded by the crosier,
followed by the mitre monseigneur entered
with his deacons under the canopy, still
| having his two hands covered with white
scarf, and holding the Blessed Sacrament
! in the same POSITION as at first. The canopy,
which was borne down the central aisle,
was stopped at the railing of the choir, and
there, on account of a certain unavoidable
| confusion, the bishop was for a moment
made to approach the persons who formed
his suite. Since Felicien had reappeared,
| Angelique hal looked at him constantly.
1t so happened that on account of the pres
| sure he was placed little at the right OF
the canopy; and at that moment she saw
very near together the wnlte read OF mon
seigeur and the blonde head of the young
man. That glance was a revelation; sudden
| light came to her eyes, she joined her hands
together as she said aloud:
| "Oh! monseigneur, the son of monSeig-
neur!"
Her secret escaped her. 1t was an invol-
untary cry, the certainty which revealed
itself in this sudden fact of their resem-
blance Perhaps, in the depths of her mind,
| she already knew 1T, but she would never
have dared to have said so; whilst now it
was seif-evident a fact of which there
| could be no denial. From everything
around her, from her own soul, from inanl-
mate objects, from past recollections, her
cry seemed repeated.
Hubertine, quite overcome, said in
|
This young man, the son of monseig-
neurp
Around these two the crowd had gradu-
ally accumulated. They were we'll known
and were greatly admired; the mother still
adorable in her simple toilette of linen, the
daughter with the angelic grace of cheru-
bin, in her gown of white foulard, as light
as feather. They were so handsome and
in such full view, as they stood upon their
chairs, that from every direction eyes were
turned toward them, and admiring glances
given them,
"But yes, indeed, my good lady," said the
Mere Lembaleuse, who CHANGED to be in
the GROUP; "but yes, he is the son of mon
seigneur. But how does it happen that you
have not already heard of it, And not
only that, but he is wonderful handsome
young man, and so lich Rich yes indeed,
he could buy the whole town if he wished
to do so. He has millions and miilionsp
Hubertine turned very pale as sne list
ened.
| You must have heared his history
spoken OFF, continued the beggar woman.
Ellis mother died soon after his birth, aud
it was on that account that monseigneur
concluded to become clergyman. Now,
however, after all these years, he sent for
his son to join him. He is, in fact, Felicien
VII. d. Hautee9ur, with a title as if ne
were real prince. "