The Washington times., 1902-08-17

| lad treatment in his prison. E1gland
vii not go into mourning for him as it
did for his father, King Louis. What Il
pretty sight it was to see every decent
body in bit Of black, and the houses
draped, they say, in every town!
comfort it must have been to the Queen
oil France when she heard of such
Christian respect"
The women's faces, hard in texture
and rubicund as beef and good ale could
make them, leaIed silent moment high
above the dim pavement. st. Bats lit
tie bell struck the three quarters before
ten; lightly. delicately, with always
promise of the great booming which
should follow on the stroke of the hour.
| Its perfection Of sound contrasted with
the smithy clangor of metal in process
of welding. A butchers boy made his
way through the front entrance toward
staircase, his feet echoing on the
flags, carrying exposed joint of beef
on the board upon his head.
And how do your foreigners BEHAVE
| themselves, Mrs. Blake?" inquired the
nei-hbor.
Like French emmy grays, to be sure.
| to lodge in the house, that We are re-
spectacle family. But he is master.
/ and their lordships has money in their
purses.
French lordships!" exclaimed the
neighbor. Whether they calls them
\ | what's the
nobility worth? Nothing"
"The Marks dc Ferrier,' 7etorted
Mrs. Blake. nettled by liberty taken
with her dodgers which she reserved for
herself, lis a gentleman If he is an
emmy gray, and French. Blake may be
landed gentry from tinkers--whether
they ever comes to their land again or
not"
well. then" soothed her gossip, Il
/ was only thinking of them French that
comes over, glad TO teach their betters,
crust
STILL" said Mrs. Blake, again giving
rein to her prejudices, II shall be glad
to see all French Papists out OF ST.
Bats. For what does scripture say?-
Touch not the unclean thing.' And
that servant-body, instead of looking
after her little missus. galloping out Of
the close on some bloody errand!'
"You ought to be thankful. Mrs.
Blake. to have her out of tie way, in
stead Of around our children. poisoning
their hinfant minds. Thank God they
are playing in the church lane like lit
tie Christians, safe from even that lad
and lass yonder"
A yell of fighting from the little
Christians mingled with their boots at
choir boys gathering for the 10 o'clock
service In ST. Bats. When Mrs. Blake
and her friend saw this preparation,
they withdrew their dissenting heads
from the arcades in order not to coun-
tenance what might go on below.
| Minute followed minute, and the lit
tie bell struck the four quarters. Then
the great bell doomed out ten:-the bell
which had given signal for lighting the
| funeral piles of many martyr, on
smitfield, directly opposite the church.
Organ music pealed; choir boys ap-
peared from their robing-room beside
| the entrance, pacing two and two as
they chanted The celebrant stood in
his place at the altar, and antiphonal
music rolled among the arches; pierced
| by the dagger voice Of woman in the
arcades, who called after the retreating
| butchers boy to look sharp. and bring
| her the joint she ordered.
| Eagle sprang up and dragged the arm
| of the unmoving boy in the north
| transept. There WIS a weeping tomb in
the chancel which she wished to show
him-lettered with a. threat to shed
tears for beautiful memory II passers
by did not contribute their share; a
threat the marble duly executed on ac
count of the dampr ess of the church and
the hardness of mems hearts. But it
was impossible to disturb a religious
service So she coaxed the boy. dragging
behind her, down the ambulatory beside
the oasis of chapel, where the singers.
sitting sidewise, in rows facing each
other, chanted the Venite. few
worshipers from the close, all OF them
women, pattered In to take part in this |
daily office. The smithy hammers rang
under organ measures. and an odor of
cooking down from the arcades.
Outside the church big fat-bellied |
pigeons were cooling about the tower |
or strutting and pecking on the ground |
To kill one was a grave offense. The |
worst boy playing in the lane burst not |
lift hand against them.
Very different game were Eagle and |
the other alien whom she led past the
red faced English children.
Good day" she spoke pleasantly, feel |
ing their antagonism. They answered |
her with litter.
S-;llie Blake is the only one l know" |
she explained in French. to her com
panion who moved feebly and stifiy be-
hind her dancing step. II cannot talk
English to them, and besides. their man
nes are not good. for they are not like
GIr ',easants."
- lily Blake and bare-kneed lad be-
gan to amble behind the foreigners, he
taking his cue smartly and lolling out |
his tongue. The whole crowd set UP a !