Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-12
BILL NYE SEES PARIS.
He Visits Pere la Chaise, Falls Into
Grave and Weeps Over the
TOMB OF ABELARD AND HEL0ISE.
His Little Argument With Restaurateul
and a Policeman.
TOO SMART FOR A GEASPING CABMAN


PARIS, August LII have Just returned
from a joyful ramble through Pere la
Chaise, the largest and most hourishing
cemetery of Paris. Other burying grounds
have started up, and for time, perhaps,
threatened to equal Pere la Chaise, but have
been compelled to take q back seat, as one
might say. Pere la Chaise is on one side OF
pretty hill and was once, OF course, away
out in the country; but now business houses
and traffic surround it. 1t was named for
the Jesuit confessor Of Louis XIV. The
ground was laid out as cemetery in 1904.
Paris has 21 other burying grounds beside
Pere la Chaise, but as / say, this one gets
the cream of the trade.
The graves are mostly surrounded by
stone decoration in the form of sarcophagi
or gothic stalagmites. Sometimes the grave
is covered by staple fat stone, and the
older ones are not always in good condition.
fell into an old grave, but it was notdeep,
and SO got out almost at once. Funerals
are conducted by a company who will bury
YOU plainly for s. rs or in style for z. l44
francs. You have to tip the officiating cier-
gyman besides, however.
OF course you would not think of visiting
this place without shedding two OF three
tears over the grave of Abelard and Heloise.
There the soft-hearted pilgrim goes to gnaw
the iron fence and think sadly of this un-
happy pair. Abelard taught school and
boarded with the parents of Heloise, 1t
would seem, and while putting some
sorghum in his coffee the first day be went
there he caught the eye of Heloise and loved
her, oh, so madly! Still he concealed his
love for time, but while he toiled at
school trying to find out how much of a
ball of yarn would belong to A provided A,
B and C each paid on it different fractions
to q common denomination, his thoughts were
with Heioise. AS he ate his stewed prunes
at the house or in the evening attended the
revival, her image was in his heart, her
name was ringing in his ears. She also en-
tertained similar feelings toward him.
THE LAUGH ON ABELARD.
While she peeled the pomme de terre or
skame the milk, something seemed to be
whispering in her ear the name of Abelard.
This continued until one day as they were
leaning over her slate correcting her SPELL
ing-lesson, her bright and fluffy hair tickled
the ear of the young tutor, and he felt so
shocked that he looked around to see If
lightning had struck the house. Again he
looked ut the spelling. 1t was no go. He had
forgotten how to spell for the nonce. With
q glad cry he sprang to his feet and threw
the slate about four rods as the crow flies.
Then he took the chin of Heloise in one
hand and putting the other back of her
head, so that he would not break her neck,
he turned the fair young face up SO that he
could scan it without straining his eyes too
much, and planted large Amelie Rives
kiss on her mouth with such sincerity and
earnestness that the clock stopped and
covered its face with its hands.
After this her spelling got worse. He
punished her by keeping her after school
and making her write those mis-spelled
words on the blackboard. The parents of
Heloise saw how it was going. They went
to the School Board about 1t. He bought
her a,big red apple and she knitted him a
muftiet, which they used to wrap about their |
heads Jointly, as they went to revival |
or returned after they had aided in |
the great work, To cut a long story short, |
they had a stormy time of it with the old |
people. And though they at Last were mar
ried, they were harassed by relatives and
finally cruelty separated. The parents got
the laugh on Abelard and he died in 1141.
The tomb is familiar and you recognize it
among the 10000 graves of Pere la Chaise,
because everybody has seen at least the pic
ure OF the Gothic canopy and sarcophagus
with recumbent statues-the shrine of dis
appointed love.
NYE IS ARRESTED.
had the pleasure of being arrested in
French the other evening and so got into
the papers. Lest garbled account of the
matter should reach home and alarm nv
legion of friends in America, will give a
brief account of it myself 1t was on the |
14th of July and of course great national |
holiday. Paris was filled with life. Paris |
was filled with excitement Paris was full |
of surging humanity. l was there, but did |
not seem 20 attract any attention at first |
Finally / went past the door of an English
and as usual several tables stood
outside the door, One had glass of wine
on it. heard the glass fall long after 1 had
passed the place. When 1 reached the
Hotel CastIliogne a waiter followed me in
and requested me 70 pay for the glass.
said "Scursely." The grog proprietor then
came and demanded pay for the glass and
contents. 1 replied with perfect polish and
wonderful naivete that / would see him
doing time over yonder before would do
Do.
"An right, we will ave a policeman,
then," he straightway to me did make
reply. ! did not think he would do it, but
be did. He then told the policeman his
story, and the officer told me would have
10 accompany him to the Commissaire. 1
said had agreed to 60 somewhere else that
evening. He did not understand me. Just
as we were starting for the station house the
proprietor of the Castiliogne and the young
Count de Passano, both of whom / had
met only moment before, iuterfered;
told the officer he was barking up the
wrong tree, 1 think, though it was all in
French, so 1 am not sure of the ex-
act words. At last he finally hitched up his
linen trousers, touched his cap and backed
.way. De Passano is a young Italian here
going to school, and having also yet a good
ime already. He was very polite and
wanted to pay for the glass himself, but /
would not permit it, because it was wrong
or anybody to 60 about paying for the gem
raj breakage OF crockery and glassware in
! large place. You cannot keep it up. 1
vas quite i'll at ease for little while, 1 will
dmit, for it is so rarely that am arrested
lowadays that hardly know what to say.
Besides, you cannot argue with a French
in English and make that favor
BILE impression you would like.
BILL EXERCISES HIS CHEEK.
While writing this my laundress has
ropped in with my linen and the bill.
here is something wrong about it. l sent !
IL shirts and on the bill am charged with
ix chemises. A man can't be too careful
n this town. You never know what adyau.
age will be taken of you by tradespeople
nd everybody else. A man who makes
len's shirts in Paris calls himself chemi-
ier, or something like that; possibly it is
hemisetter, but it is in odd taste, it seems
D me. Why don't he call his establishment
shlrtory? That is plain and little ele-