Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-08-05

every diningroOm, regular and improviSed,
which we Inspected simply because we had
to go through 1t from the entrance door.
there were half a dozen great red Holsters,
structing mayonnaise sauces and every
other Kind Of good thing. We decided to
forest until the afternoon.
The Old Church.
Leaving the kodak with the hurried pro-
prietor, We started for the church up the
broad, broken steps six hundred years old.
Inside the church 1t was delightfully."- cool in
spite of the crowd. 1t Is an immense and
bare old church of the thirteenth century,
half as big as Notre Dame de Paris, with
great stone pillars. thick stone roof and
thick stone walls. 1t Is so massive that the
atmosphere within IL Is not affected by the
outside heat or cold. but keeps at about the
same temperature. winter and summer.
The church was all decorated inside with
wreaths and coiored draperies. Up in front
were the dear children, girls about thirteen
years old. dressed all in white like brides,
and boys with white ribbons tied round their
arms. The priest was preaching his sermon.
well-dressed ladies' and gentlemen from the
chateaux and country houses sat mingled
with the ill-dressed, plain-featured villagers,
little children were crying and poor old
women were getting ready to beg at the
door.
Church going was pleasant on that hot
day in Beaumont and the sermon ended
all too soon. Nevertheless, 1t was scarce
~ amusing oneself in the environs of
even higher than the church. the trees
which grew there were burnt yellow with
valley stretching below the ramparts,
though still beautiful. had a look OF deadly
dryness which the sluggish waters Of the
So down the Crooked. rl-smeiling streets
of this old town we walked. looking at
selves packed uncomfortably into a small
room given over to the ordinary table
d'hote. to which none Of the specially or
was the hottest kind Of cabbage soup. hot
roast mutton, hot green beans hot chicken
and fruits afterward that had not been
iced. for there is no ice in Beaumont. And
the country wine was only half cool from
the cellar.
Lack of Modern Conveniences.
Around us was the noise Of feasting in
separate dining rooms. the noise of family
parties; happy because they know no better
life. They were all sweating like ourselves,
but they were used to it, They do not
know what front porch is in Beau
the chateaux. They have no bay windows
and no automatic fans. They have no
ice, they have no fly screens and when they
wish to keep the house cool they have
tight.
We were soon on the road in a light
cheerful driver. 1t soon transpired that he
had been drinking too much for a French
man and countryman; 1T was the first
daughter and there had been q feast. He
began enthusiastically:
Il will give you promenade simply
The roads around Beaumont are perfect
They wind through apple and cherry
orchards. past little remnants Of the old
which often contain less than q hundred
Inhabitants I1had ant, and By fields Of Indian corn
There RI.
with It's graceful country house nesting
IN greenery These the driver took to de-
seTi6 a1, according to the powers Of his i'm
Lesseps: he had driven the old de Lesseps
to it only the night before in this same
President CARROTS brother. and he had ID
driven the president there this very day
All the time he kept flashing his horse
The heat was great IN spite of the shade.
There was long and sunny stretch be-
lore reaching La Morlaye. a little village
ing stables of Prince Murat and other not
aoles OF the race course. From the billiard
room of the little cafe the English language
In the voice of English Jockeys resounded
Our driver, as If to show the racing quail
ties of the animal entrusted to him, urged
him on unmerGifulIy. and the good horse
sible to ignore. The sun beat down intol-
erably. A dozen times he was ordered to
touched his hat politely and remarked
there was no danger.
1.-The danger is to the horse"
Have no fear of that, monsieur: was
a trainer in the stables eight years. This
horse needs sweating
In the Forest.
In the forest Of Carnele. which Is fenced
round its whole circumference the wheels
of the cab sunk into the fine sand. We got
out to walk and gather ferns along the
shaded alleys. But those who know forests
In America would think mean1y Of Carnelle.
The trees cut down as soon as they
reach to any size, and there are conse-
quently a dozen saplngs to every fine.
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