Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-08-05

soul, the inhamed nerve and the tester
ing brain, are present here that one finds
In the quiet drives of San Cloo, the sue
cessful squirt of the mighty fountains of
Vairsi and the dark and whispering for
ests of Fon-tain-bloo.
The Palais at San Cloo since it was
burned presents rather detected APP
pearance, and the scorched walls are
bare save where here and there warped
and wilted water pipe festoons the black
ened and blistered wreck of what was
once SO grand and so gay.
San Cloo has a normal school for the
training Of male teachers only. Visited
it, but did not make hit in my address
to the pupils for some cause until i be-
gan to speak in their own national
tongue. Then the closest attention was
paid to what said, and the keenest de-
light was manifest on every radiant face.
The president, who spoke some English,
shook hands with me as we parted, and
l asked him how the students took my re-
marks. Hesaid; "They shall all the time
keep the thinlkness-what you shall call
the recollect-of monsieur's speech in
preserves, so that they shall forget 1t not
continualle. We shall all the time say
we have not witness something like it
since the time we come here, and have
not so much enjoy ourself since the
grand assassination by the guillotine.
Come next winter and be with us for one
week. Some of us will remain in the
hall each time"
At San Cloo hired of quiet young
fellow about thirty-five years Of age, who
kept q very neat livery stable there, q
sort of victoria and a big Percheron
horse, with fetlock whiskers that re-
minded me of the Sutherland sisters.
AS l was in no hurry I sat on an iron
settee in the cool court of the livery sta
bic, and with my arm resting on the
shoulder Of the proprietor l spoke of the
crops and asked if generally people about
there regarded the farmer movement as
in any way threatening to the other two
| great parties. He did not seem to know.
| watched the coachman who was to
drive me as he changed his clothes, so
as to give me my moneys worth In
| grandeur.
One thing liked about France was
that the people were willing, at slight
advance on the regular price, to treat a
very ordinary man with unusual respect
and esteem. This surprised and delight
ed me beyond measure, and l often told
people there that did not begretch the
additional expense. The coachman was
also hostler, and when the carriage was
ready he changed his clothes by remov-
ing a coarse, gray shirt or tunic and put
ting ON long, olive green coachman's
coat, with erect linen collar and cuffs
sewed into the collar and sleeves. He
wore high hat that was much better
than mine, as is frequently the case with
coachmen and their employers. My
coachman gives me his silk hat when he
gets through with it in the spring and
fall. So | am better dressed than / used
to be.
But we were going to say word re.
garding the porcelain works at Sevres
1t is q modern building and is under the
government now. The museum is filled
with the most beautiful china dishes
imagine. Besides, the pottery ever since
its construction has retained its models
and they of course are worthy of a days
study. The "Sevres blue" is said to bt
little bit bluer than anything else il
the known world except the man WHIT
starts the nonpareil paper in the pic;
town.
was careful not to break any Of thes
vases and things, and thus endeared my
self to the foreman of the place. Al
employees are uniformed and extremely
deferential to recognized ability. Prac
tically, for half day owned the place
A cattle friend of mine who was look
ing for dynasty whose tail he could
twist while in Europe, and who used
often to say over our glass of Uin ordt
ndire (Which have since learned is no
the best brand at alb, that nothing would
tickle him more than "to have LITTLE