The Savannah morning news., 1902-06-30

not enough TO suffocate him. He could
not imagine what had happened.
Rain came, and washed into his cell.
This gave him drink, but for four days
he had nothing to eat on the fourth
day he heard voices outside. and called
loudly
Leon DAngeles and Theo Hilaire
were outside looking through the ruins.
Yes, they may have been looking for
property; / don't know. They heard
the cries, it was so very still every
where. They dug and pried until they
made an opening and he crawled out.
There lay st. Pierre scarcely one stone
on another, no living person except
those who had saved him. He Won
dered, and asked what had happened.
and was frightened. and wanted to go to
Precheur They told him not soul was
left at Precheur. They told him to come
to me, to Pere Marye, and he did.
He is now in our hospital. Last
Thursday, concluded Pere Marye,
with satisfaction, he came to his first
communion"
The people he stays TO watch over
had, the night We We're there (june u,
only food enough for eight DAYS.
| But where is the food the Ameri-
cans landed so plentifully on May 31P"
fIe shrugged his shoulders. "rhe poll
AtAIlaHe hlioWs idu dSktN lot sup
plies; he had written a letter TO the
American consul, Mr. Ayme at Fort
de France; but he had had no re-
Spouse.
The fact IL, that the party in power,
in Tammany-like way, was sending
the supplies not to the needy districts.
but to the districts where the largesse
would bring TO the politicians a direct
return in votes and power. One odd re-
suit of the effacetnen. Of st. Pierre is
tnat the white party Of the lsland was
there practically wiped out-St. Pierre
contained the majority of tho white
party's voters. That catastrophe has
given the black party an immense adj
vantage, which 1t Is using In q way
singularly repulsive, even for political
ehicanery.
To-day we hear that the city of Fort
de France has at last placed some
food for Morne Rouge in a ruined
house at st. Pierre, where the priests
people can go and set II.
After dinner the priest lighted us to
our room across the churchyard. PEE
lee was throwing up a crimson glow
from its fires against the starlit sky.
In the morning." he remarked, as
he left us, you viii find coffee in the
refeetory. | shall be at mass, and az
forwards ! shall be busy about the
parish. Good night"
do you know what Pere Marye ISL"
said ne comrade, as we turned in.
He's brick"
Last Glimpses.
We thought longer OF him, staying
there with a lot of blacks and a few
destitute whites, than we did of the
volcano whose red glare painted the
sky so impressively.
The church bells woke us at
o'clock. and when his early service
waH over we waited for him TO come
to coffeei but he had another mass TO
say at o'clock. 40 we did not see
him until we were about to start away,
when he told US about our road, and
said go0d-by. lie was doing bread
and meat and medicine and cheerful
words al the door II his library, The
sun shining full on his C0ntcnted face
ana bald head. while half hundred
persons waited 10 receive their por-
ton. Thai was our last sight OF him.
Next day. from the summit Of Peiee,
We saw his church and his parish ly-
lnR TRANQUILITY over By the base Of tbs
volcano. near the side where erupiiona
mad been most dfYanta ting