Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-01-05

81 Il! Is IN, dusty,
summoned plano treos, pnsslng the
cbYrcb. nm old. low building Of blncll
stone. whose three spires rise in tri-
nngl. above the top OF the front wall,
ed by II great iron wcathcrcock, which
turns with grnting noise. Beyond,
vines and olivc-trGcs cover the plain
nnd extend up the hill sides.
The station is ut the very entrance
of the villngc--n little station, not ut
MI noisy, before which the trains pass
quietly, not hurrying; stopping, if
need be, to pick up II forgotten bundle
OF IL belntcd passenger.
Beside the station stands n little mr.
Dor, upon which hang lunches of
grapes swollen TO bursting; few
wooden tables and some chairs whose
yellow cnnc scnts nrc worn through in
plnccs, form all its furniture.
This is cnlled lie Grand Cafe
do rUnivcrs, for 1 must tell
You that at Gnlignan everything is
grand there is Grand street,
Grand square, and II Grand fountain
the Inst little stone construction, in
which you have to open faucet to let
the water plny. IT was i'll this nrbor,
i'll point OF fact, that we were waiting,
while above orr heads the bees
hummcd around the white grapes, and
the crickcts chirpcd under the plane
trees
Gnlignnn is famous not alone for its
Nluscat grapes. 1t nlso possesses Bar
thelomy Trophime Cnssoulot, nn en-
ployo of the station, and celebrated
for more than ten leagues round about
for the superb way with which he cries
ut the departure of every train, "Pas-
sengers for Catalogues, Fcrigoulet,
Barncan and Tnrnscon, take Your
seats" He who Inns not heard this
cry has heard nothing. The words ring
out like musk shots; and the last of
them cnusc the mir to vibratc rs do
clnps of thunder. The windows of
the station rattle the crickets, stricken
with fear, stop their chirping; the
dogs run to their holes; the cry is
heard even to tho most distant part
of the village, and tho old men
warming themselves in tue sun
draw out their henvy silver watches
from their fob pockets, look
Mt them, and murmur npprovinSly,
"Half-past four; the Tnrascon train
wo have the right timc"
Above all, Cnssoulet has way oil
uttering the last word, Tnrascon, which
is indeed uniQue-Tnr-r-r -r-ras-con !
rolling it out with really formidable
noise. And there are people there
abouts who will assure you quite
soberly that he could Join the Crane
Opera Company in Paris whenever Ii,
wished; that he Inns often Ind the pc
sition offered him. For you may vel
suppose that, endowed with such al
"organ," -Trophimo Gas
soulet sings There again, also, he OK
cells; there is none like him to sigi
forth the lnnguishinG poem of scnti
ment which has to do with blue flow
erS md little brooke, or to thunde
out some song of heroism III which tn
notes ring like n trunpet-call. Ono,
Il month he goes to Mines to pas
IN evening with his cousin,
concert in the Esplanade. nnt
| NC IL ID WHO brings all the fashion
able songs of tho day to Gnlignan. Fo
u week after the returns there is
constant concert going on every nigh
hs the Grand Cafe dc l'Univers; mi
whole repertory is gone over, oil.
rs we'll as new; he never wearies, bu
sings on and on. And all who lister
clap their hands and cry, '"Oh, thi
CRssoulct of ours there is certainl-
no one like him %
But the most ardent admirer of Cas-
sonlet, the one who followed him Xix
Il shadow and who applnudcd him til
londest-evsn before he began TO sin
was Jean-Bnptistc Mallamprnt, til
carpenter of Grand street, who, il
cidentally, sang i'll the Galignn
| Church. Never did AIallamprat dar
TO compare himself with Cnssoulct; h
recognized linn as his master; neve
even had the idea entered his mind
seeking to equal linn whom ,he col
sidered inimitablc. Still, he had h
own fame and his special a,
mirrors, but he himself silence
tltcm, and led them i'll the applau.
when Cassoulet intoned one of his 81
peril and noisy refrains which the
chorucd with their voices and wi;