Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1889-09-12


In rapid succession. Inen tney would nave.
no doubt, remained.
Every little while now figures, in lace. and
new designs. on the beholder were intro
duced. l need not describe the dance
fully. for those who have seen it will re-
member it, and those who nave not will
slyly go to see it when they go to Paris.
From the can-can to the morgue is a
rapid change but l will just allude to the
latter incidentally and then close this let
ter. l went not so much out of curiosity
this time, but because L had heard OF an
American disappearance and feared that
he had gone to the Seine. tho last and sad
dest Of all places. to seek relief from the
slings and arrows OF outrageous fortune.
lie was not at the morgue. however.
There were four people there represent
ing four different phases of life. The first
was an old lady. Her gray hair was de-
Gently put back from her peaceful brow and
her basket was in her lap. Quietly she
ignored the earnest. startled and horrilled
looks of the eager procession outside the
glass. Her rest had come at last Posi-
bly, worthless and heartless son came to
see who was there. Possibly she was some-
body's ill treated mother-in-law. for the
mother-in-law is not encouraged as she
ought to be. even in france.
Then came q middle aged man whose
hands We're marked with toll. His face was
as calm as tho skies on u summer night.
There was nothing terrible about it, for he
looked like one who wraps the drapery of
his couch about him and lies down to pleas
ant dreams"
Then came young man with a cap. His
clothes were as he wore them and his face
was not distorted. The ghasty fisherman
of the Seine. like the prowor on the Thames
so graphically described by Dickens in
Our Mutual Friend" had found the boy
the night before. and had slightly torn the
bosom of his shirt in lifting him to the sur
face, but he was past annoyance over lit
tie thing like that. and his rest was undis-
turbed even iii tho face of the multitude,
and. like Stecrforth. he lay with his arm
beneath his head as he had done at school.
Then came n young girl. / could not help
thinking of the Railway mystery as l saw
her there. No one knew her. but every one
pushed toward that part OF the morgue to
see her face and wonder who she might be.
The crlmp had gone from her fair hair and
the light had gone from her gray eyes. but
the man who helped to make this picture in
the old. grim morgue probably snaps his
with his friends. He is welcome to the JOY
he has. Her own peaceful slumber is better.
The Partisan morgue is not horrible. To
me it is a history of humanity. In it you
may read the last chapter OF II life and con-
lecture what the other chapters were. dc
not go there to see horrors, but TO see the
last tableau and judge as well as may what
the others were before 1t and what led to all
this.
There is one feature of the Oh amps
Elysees which has not been heretofore re-
ferred to that know Of and so 1 speak OF
1t here. 1t is the array of wet nurses under
the trees all the way up to the are. l refer
to it because Il New York lady called nv
attention to it to-day. and so it is proper.
They are all large. robust women. and as
the gorgeous oquipages pass by, filed with
pomp. pride. and circumstance. these Wig
orous nurses earn their salary by looking
at the procession. 1t would be very strange
anywhere but in France. Here eyerythins
which is necessary and sensible is correct.
False modesty and foolish. mawkish fear OF
certain things are not noticeable. This is
n good thing to remember and consider.
These nurses are generally middle aged
and very healthy. otherwise they would not
be employed. They take the little French
scions out under the trees of the Champs
Elysees Mt evening time and the little
Bourbons may be seen there till dark tax
ing their meals as the crowds roll by.