Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-22
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Poor Louise, pale and exhausted with
the journey, had little strength &c
climb. She gasped at the arm OF bel
friend and Juliette helped her up the
steep and firing way. That staircase
seemed endless.
where are WEI" asked Paul at last
growing impetuous.
Hush" said the old woman, "we-are
there"
In front was low oaken door heav-
] lily bound with iron. She pushed the
! latch and tugged. Her old weakened
arms were not equal to it.
LET me-" said Paul, and he gave the
door a violent push which made it
oreak on its hinges.
For a moment the four Of them-the
three women and the man-stood ST.
lent. They were overwhelmed, as ii
were. by great sea of tumult. Shouts
and roars and rancorous cries rent the
air.
Come" whispered the bag, and
again she led the way. 1t was dim
stone balcony they found themselves
| upon. -perched, near the ceiling
and giving an unrestricted view of the
great nave of the cathedral
Like one approaches the edge Of
precipice Juliette, gripping the FRI snt-
ened Louise by the hano, stepped for
ward and peered upon the scene. Paul
however, with tight lips and eyes hall
closed stood upon one side agitated by
conflicting thoughts.
The bag remained in the shade. She
huddled, and laughed, and cried in
hoarse voice: II knew! Yes,
knew"
The spectacle below was one that
transfxed the onlookers. instead of
great congregation raising their voices
/ in thanksgiving at deliverance from the
tolls of ages there was a mad, gestic-
ulating. war-like crowd shrieking 6
hundred things at once.
Through all her childhood and young
womanhood Juliette had regarded this
beautiful old church of Notre Dame as
a place of hallowed sanctity, a retreat
for the tired and weary heart. Blu
now, when she saw men brandishint
pixies and a dozen orators perched a
the base of the pillars straining t
make themselves heard, something likt
a pang struck through her breast, ant
for reasons she could not explain he
eyes filled with tears.
The TIE Deum had changed into
great curse Instead of praise rever
berating to the roof shrill cries of hat
red rang through the sacred building
The three watchers were for som,
moments paralyzed by that scene o
brute-driven human beings surging t.
and fro. The tumult was so great tina
one cry killed another, and all tina
arose was but pandemonium of up
roar.
Breathless, Paul and Juliette and tn
uncomprehending Louise let their gaz
feed on the seething mass of outrage
men below.
Traitors! They are traitors!"
last broke forth the steady shout
Our enemies have triumphed. Dow
with the National Guard"
Paul started; his lips were blanchet
Fierce anger shot from his eyes. Fol
lowing the volley of cries there cam
an instant, swift silence, broken onl
by the eerie laugh of the old woman
1t sounded deathlike, and as it shoe
against the stone rafters was like
scream of defiance from another world
Just then the old woman sprang for
ward as though she would have throw,
herself into the nave beneath Paul
arm, however, flung her back to he
dark corner.
81 knew it, I knew it," she nov
walled, half-tearful, half Triumphant
Then she Kissed through her toothles
gums: "You fool, wasting your tim
here. Why are you not at the Hote
de Ville?7
The mob, startled by her shriel
gazed I'D. They did not see the oil
woman, but they did see Juliette wit
the tumbled masses of hair adorne
with the red cap. They caught flas
of the eye, they saw the heave of tn
bosom.