The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1901-04-25

exactly the science" of 1881, that OF
the University of France, the very fore
front Of the learning of the time, which
first demanded the trial Of Joan of Arc
on the charge of sorcery. Today sci
ence would eat its own head before
it would admit there was any such
thing as sorcery. Science changes it's
front
Having defeated the English and
seen Charles VII crowned, the maid
heard no more voices. Her work was
done. Then she begged to go back to
grooming and feeding her horses at the
country inn. But no! The French
king and his mobiles would not hear of
it. They begged, they commanded, her
to remain with them. leading them to
conquest. She yielded. That was the
girl and the woman of it, and then her
sorrows began. Not until she had been
arrested and put on trial for sorcery at
the demand of the most advanced sci
entiSts of the day did she hear any
more unearthly voices. There in the
grim, gray tower, terrifying beyond de-
scriptiOn to a country girl of Is, her
heavenly voices and visions returned to
her and kept her from going mad. For
months common humanity argued pro
and con with the college professors and
advanced scientists. Finally the adj
vanced scientists had their way, and
their decision that the maid was guilty
of practicing diabOlical arts and should
be subjected to punishment by fire was
affirmed officially.
Speedily the punishment was exc
cuted, speedily the maid passed from
the grim tower into the dear sunshine
for the last time. Down the street OF
Jeanne Dare which was not Jeanne
Dare then, and across to the open
square she walked, ranks of pitiless
men at her heels, in front and all
around her, only one kindly face in the
whole sea Of humanity surging through
that market place. She had been put
to the rack to force her to confess the
black art, had weakened for little,
and said she did not believe her voices
and visions were of God. Then she
took it all back and declared they were
of God and then-the pile of wood, the
tender white body chained to the
stake, shrinking beneath the cruel fires.
In that hast moment celestial visions
foated before her in glorious beauty.
She testified that the voices said to
her:
Daughter OF God, go on! This day
shalt thou be with me in paradise"
At least, she 'imagined'' so.
Then while her earth body went up
in smoke and fame this great spirit
herald and prophet of the woman that
is to be went back invisible to God.
Hundreds Of feet press daily the
paving stone which marks the place
where she was burned every year hum
dreds Of American women stand be-
side it with hearts full of pity and
reverence and the number of pilgrims
ever increases. The inscription, wear
ing dim beneath the many feet tells
us she was martyred May 80, 1431, on
what, by coincidence, is now the
American Memorial day-the day for
placing flowers and evergreens upon
the graves Of the beloved dead. The
maids ashes were sprinkled upon the
waters of the Seine
Today the gentle maid is st. Joan,
canonized, and the patron Of France.
Today foremost among those who
shudder at the deed of horror wrought
in Rouen, that fair May 80, are the
worlds most advanced scientists. SO
it goes.
In the Place de la Pucelle dOrleans
CTS Of nv
worthy of Rouen or of her. The in