The sun., 1890-01-12

clear and distinct, a. the crowd prscsed closer
10 listen. step or two further We were
acoosted again:
"' You ought to be ashamed Of being out at
this hour; 10 homer The crowd gathered
once moro to hear our answer:
"'No, 1t 10 you. my brother. who should DO
ashamed
"As We passed up the now crowded Haymar-
ket my eye was caught by n lovely face 1t
was that OF delicate. re6ned-looking girl oil
about II or 18. who was evidently only Just
starting on the dangerous, downward path
We stopped and spoke to her. Her thin lips
ouiyered and the tears started to her eyes, but
she turned away. and we observed that she
was closely watched by an old woman, who In
moment stepped to her side. We made sew
eral attempts to get at her. but In vain. She
was too tightly kept In those cruel clutchea."
The Whitechapel horrors are recalled by the
accompanying Rlimpses OF that region:
1T needs real courage to face tho fight and
pass through the scenes that occur almost
daily and nightly around a little slum home.
When smallpox is about, or levers are raging,
tho slum girls do not forsake their post; and
mono Of them have ever lost their life through
being thus willing to lose It for the sake OF
othera During the 1end's reign Of terror In
ture into the dark alleys or shady corners after
dusk, the slum girls came and went az ever.
Thoy knew no fear, and went about their er
rands OF mercy to calm and cheer others. This
10 what one Of them writes: 1t was most
difficult to get the dear woman we visited to
speak OF anything but the crimes, one Of which
had been committed Just at her door. This
place is the gate Of hell" She said: Look at
the very children. how they fight and threaten
each other III murder your they say. as
natural as anything: and the grown up people
teach 'em. too."' No; che was not right her.
self. she knew; but horrors seem to harden
rather than soften people. Our lassies have
their converts living In this yard, however.
Here is the soene OF one Of the earliest BUTCH
cries. Just there on that flight OF steps. one OF
tho bodies was found. and was visiting the
woman who lives In the cellar beneath them
the other day."
Miss Catherine Booth. tho eldest daughter Of
Gen. Booth, was sent to attack Paris:
I'm little hall. situated at the end OF an
alleyway. up a flight OF stairs. the army flag
was first planted 10 poor and oommunistic
quarter. A strange little gathering 1t would
have looked to stranger unacquainted with
its purpose and meaning. A crowd OF rough
French ouprfers dressed in the blue blouse al
ways worn by them and women in their little
BILE. but thoy are there nevertheless. cherished
close to the citovenne breast. as we'll as beneath
the blue blouse Of the citoven. rough. hard
crowd. as the words Of the Sergeant OF police
proved: They have got In that hall half the
cutthroats Of Paris Oh. what study OF
faces that look ready at any moment to do or
dare anything, and on the platform only few
young girls.
The newspaper reporters rushed to the Quai
Valmy. and went away again to fill the papers
with amusing and vivid reports Of all that was
to be seen and heard. They treated Us much
moro fairly than the papers in many a religious
country. Aphonse Daudet wrote q novel.
L'Evangeliste. which was believed by the
public to describe the Army; sarcy wrote arti-
cles in the Figaro. and altogether the Army be
came an object Of much attention. This state
Of things was taken advantage Of to advance ON
10 new ground and fashionable ballroom was
hired on the Boulevard des Capucines. not far
from the Grand Opera, for the purpose of reach ,
ing the wealthy. pleasure-loving population. |
who had as yet been unreached. Mirrors, gilded 7
,ornices, velvet curtains and polished floor
made striking contrast to the Army hall down 1
In La Villete: but not so striking as the differ
ence in audiences. The boulevard without was
blocked with carriages bringing ladies dressed
ss for the opera. Gentlemen In evening dress.
gold eyeglasses. Rlittering diamonds, and all
he other neoessaries that 20 to make up the
whole existence Of some mon. accompanied by
oejewelled women. painted and powdered and
dressed up to the latest fashion, crowded every |
lvailable scat. When the Salvationists ap-
peared upon the platform opera glasses came
nto great regulation. and laughing comments
,ame from all sides: but when Miss Booth
melt to pray, silently. In perfect wonder the
audience arose and 0azed ut her
:" Is she sick2 p asked one lady, and whom
Ellie prie le bon Dieu.' there were
Of wonder at the reRsrdlessness
4 dress that made her willing to kneel down in
he dust Mise Booth chose such subjects as
Has God Left PARISH What is the Religion
or Francep' Heart Religion &c. At first.
p she spoke, upon the faces OF tho audience
would be Q look Of amused wonder; fans would
10 huttered. glasses In use. and that false.
importing smile that il put on like mask in
ooiety would hide the real heart feelings i'm
enetrably. After while. as the power Of God
ould be felt through the straight yet tender
Tords Of the speaker. they would for once for
et themselves. and bo lost In the sub
bet; fans would be folded. glasses forgot
On. anG the mask OF seeming would
rop. leaving on those faces look OF weary
onginR apprehension, anguish or pain. which
hoW0G clearly that the heart beneath had not
cen quite stilled and deadened by tho false
oy and empty etiquette of tho Paris world.
ONE Of the ladies, who had most certainly
ot como prepared to weep. were unable to
eep back their tears. which washed away tho
ouge. and as they wiped the tears away they
iped away the paint with 1t, making their
andkerehiefs red and their faces pale"
Mrs. Booth quotes the subioined account OF
Gene in cafe Of the Latin Quarter. where
be usual drinking. smoking. and noisy vices
'ere the features Of tho place:
Suddenly the door opened. and, after seve-
al seconds Of astounded silence. a clamor
extraordinary. formidable
greeting the entrance OF o woman cadet OF
he Salvation Army. She was q young girl of
ome 16 years. Of the Nell Horn type. With
or delicate profile, rendered still moro delicate
y being encased In great black. funereal bon
OF. very pale her eyes bright and sad. eroct.
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