San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-05-05

observe this incoming train. You
see we have three classes Of cars,
first, second and third; q baggage car and
a compartment for dogs. The passengers
are alighting; watch them, and observe
this: not many people in the second class
cars; we don't recruit much from among
the lower middle class-restless, voltairian
and free thinking, the lower middle class.
In the third class cars we get crowds; the
populace is wholly bad or wholly good;
but generally speaking, good. The first
class cars are crowded, too. We must
recognize that rich people are admirably
facilitated for achieving salvation. Their
time is their own, and even admitting
that they give Satan the best part Of their
existence, they always find an hour here
and there, from time to time, to make up
their religious negligences. God is not 80
severe as he is supposed to be. He is sat
isfied with very little, do you know? Only
stay here two or three days, you will see
half hundred trains come in, and there
cannot fail to be people that you know in
some of them. You'll see how easy it is
to win heaven"
St. Thomas is q communicative saint.
He chatted away, but for the last few
moments of his discourse l was not listen
ing. My St. Clotilde widow, Gaston's
wife, Armand's wife, had come! had
seen her pretty head at the window of
parlor car; then, light and dashing, she
sprang out Of the car, showing her ankles
a little, but then they were very trim.
She ran about in every direction, chirping,
"Where's Paradise? Where is it? have
my ticket"
remembered seeing her just like that,
oft OF los uin
the special train that brought the en-
press guests to the chateau. That day
She showed her ankles, too, and that day,
too, she huttered along the embankment,
chirping:
"My trunks! Don't let my trunks be
forgotten! l have fourteen"
An officer of the imperial household
went to her at the Compiegne station and
said:
"Have no fears, madame Ia comtesse,
will take care of your trunks. have the
trunks In charge"
And now st. Peter went to her at the
Paradise station and said:
Your ticket, madame' Will you be
kind enough to show me your ticket"
"Here it is, sir"
"Perfectly correct; you may go In.
Here are the gates of Paradise"
Ny little friend bowed prettily, and
went in. An intense desire possessed me
to follow her into Paradise. Who could
tell? Perhaps Armand was dead, and my
widow would find herself confronted by
her two husbands.
asked st. Thomas if he could manage
it so that might go in.
easily" he replied.
''Only for an hour, you know" /
FASTENED to add; 81 sha'n't be detained
shall be able to 60 away again? For you
know, however delightful Paradise may
be, if l have few more good years to
spend on earth don't care TO miss them.
Life is only for a time, and Paradise is
for all eternity"
Don't be afraid. They'll let you out.
Come with me-"
And he led me to St. Peter.
Make note of this gentleman" he
said to him. "He is visitor-he only
wishes to go in and look about and come
out again.
Pass in, sir; pass in. shall know
you again"
Then was in Paradise, and in the nick
of time Armand and CASTOR, who had
been scanning the passengers as they ar
rived, had already rushed to their wife.
CASTOR had taken her right hand, and
drew her on that side, saying:
Jeanne, my dear Jeanne!'
Armand had taken her left hand, and
drew her on that side, saying:
"Maud, my dear Maud"
She had two Christian names, and it
had seemed in better taste to her, in the
intimacy of married life with her second
husband, not to be called by the same
name the first had made use Of. She was
an adorable being, replete with delicacy
of feeling Armand and CASTOR meantime
showed no intention of giving up.
"Jeannep'
''Maudr'
81 am your first husbandr'
81 am your second husbandr'
"My rights are incOntestablen'
"Sir, release this ladyn
81 have nothing to say to you, sir.
do not know your
He didn't know himl Why, they were
intimate friends on earth when they were
alive, called each other by their first
names, couldn't live without each other.
Armand, the second husband, almost lived
at Gaston's house, so much SO that Cos
sips said-but where should we all be il
what gossips say were believed!
The quarrel, meantime, was waxing hot
between Armand and CASTOR. Their
voices rose. Existence is sweet in Heaven.
but slightly monotonous; SO the smallest
event attracts as much attention as a run.
away in country town. The blessed
came trooping up from every direction
Some took sides with the first husband
and others with the second. Jeanne re
manned passive; she had freed her hands,