Marietta daily leader. (Marietta, Ohio) 1895-1906, 1898-08-07

young fellow, went straight to his
room with muttered contempt for all
cathedrals, art galleries and things of
a like nature, while the professor and
l wandered through the narrow streets
of the old time city, whose very name
brings to one memories of Jeanne
| Dare, and strange whispers of med
ieval times. We saw the market place
where, SO the legend goes, the Maid
of Orleans died so bravely for God
and country. A marble statute now
marks the spot where she met her
fiery death, and around the base an
inscription in Latin commentaries
her glorious deeds
We stepped inside for a few mo-
ments, the grand Cathedral of Notre
Dame, over whose whitened spires the
winters of many centuries have rolled.
1t was vast and gloomy within. Can
dies dimly burning here and there,
shed a misty light over alatr and con-
fessional. The deep tones of the great
bells, pealing forth from far above
the hour of midday, echoed and re-
| echoed beneath the vaulted roof-di-
minishing, dying away to gentle mur-
| murs.
The cathedral is one of the Oldest
in the world. 1t was partially burned
in 1922, but has been rebuilt, and now
stands like broken monument of by
! gone days. Beneath the Chapelle du
Christ, which is in close proximity to
the high altar, lies buried the heart
of Richard the Lion Hearted
After an inspection of the art gall
leries, we rejoined Billy at the hotel
to rest awhile before our departure.
Wishing to have the experience of
spending night in the country, we
left Rouen shortly before sundown
and rode to the little village of Notre
Dame-du-V -Vaudreuil. We were hospit-
ably received by good man of the
town, a certain Emile Cauchoix, the
worthy proprietor of the only inn of
the place, who kindly offered us the
use of his one guest chamber for the
night. The room was small and the
furnishings meager, but our host and
his entire family endeavored to make
up for their lack of accommodations
by an abundance of good fellowship.
The rosy-cheeked daughter brought
out some dominoes and instructed us
in the game with much laughter at OUR
broken French. The good wife show
ed us an old heirloom in the shape of
an enormous watch, that doubtless
had been the pride of the family for
many generations; and we listened to
tales of soldier life told us by the stall
wart son. When supper was ready
we were invited to join the family cir
Gle and were served with a repast that
showed our host to be a man of pros
porous affairs. The meal over we
were shown into the little cafe, where
were seated several good folk of the
village come to smoke, gossip and pass
away the evening playing at cards and
dominoes. They were happy lot,
and they gave us hearty "Bonsoir
Mess1eurs" as we stood within the
door.
Father, mother. son and daughter
escorted us to our room with MANY
good wishes for the night. All, that
bed-as remember it now it appears
to have more the semblance of a cot
but we hung on in some unknown
manner, and occasionally during the
night voice would cry out that old
war time vail, "One, two, three
spoon" and over we would flop,
clutching desperately at the bed
clothes to keep from falling over the
brink of an imaginary precipice
Next morning, we rode away amid
the farewell wishes of our entertain
ers.
All that day we struggled against
wind and rain ,and just as evening
was coming on we terminated our
rambles before the door of our home
in Paris.