Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-10-13

see all French papists out of St. Bats.
For what does scripture say?-'Touch not
the unclean thingP And that servant
body, instead of looking after her little
nissus. galloping out of the close on
some bloody errand!"
You ought to be THANKFUL, Mrs. Blake,
to have her out Of the way, instead or
around our children poisoning their in
FAINT minds! Thank God they are playing
in the church lane like little Christians
safe from even that lad and lass yon-
der!'
A yell Of fighting from the little Chris
tians mingled with their boots at choir
boys gathering for the ten o'clock service
in St. Bats. When Mrs. Blake and her
friend saw this preparation, they with
drew their dissenting heads from the ar
cades in order not to countenance what
might go on below
Minute followed minute, and the little
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 a martyr, on
Smithfeld, directly opposite the church:
Organ music pealed choir boys appeared
from their robing-room beside the en-
trance, pacing two and two as they chant
ed. The celebrant stood in his place at the
altar, and antiphonal music rolled among
the arches; pierced by the dagger voice OF
a 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 was weeping tomb in the chancel
which she wished to show him-lettered
with threat to shed tears for a beautiful
memory If passersby did not contribute
their share; threat the marble duly exc
cuted on account of the dampness Of the
church and the hardness of mems hearts
But it was impossible to disturb a relig-
ious service. So she coaxed the boy, drag
ging behind her. down the ambulatory be-
side the oasis of chapel, where the sing
ers. sitting sidewise, in rows facing each
other, chanted the Venite. A few worship
ers from the close, all of them women.
battered in to take part in this daily office.
The sn1ithy hammers rang under organ
measures, and an odor of cooking sifted
down the arcades.
Outside the church big fat bellied pig
cons were cooling about the tower or strut
ting and peclSing on the ground. To kill
one was grave ottense. The worst boy
playing in the lane burst not lift a 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 antagonisrn. ley answered
her with a litter.
sally Blake IS the only one I know"
she explained in French, to her com
panion who moved feebiy and stifay be-
hind her dancing step. 81 cannot talk
English to them, and besides. their man
ners are not good, for they are not like
our peasants
Sally Blake and a bare lsneed lad began
to amble behind the foreigners he taking
IS cue sInartly and lolling out his
tongue. The whole crowd set up a shout,
and Eagle looked back. She wheeled and
slapped the St. Eats girl in the face.
That silent being whom she had taken
under her care recoiled from the blow
which the bare kneed COY instantly gave
him. and without defending himself or
her, shrank down in on attitude of en-
treaty. She screamed with Jain at this
sight. which hurt worse than the hair
pulling Of lie mob around her. She fought
like a panther in front of HIM.
Two men in the long narrow lane lead
ing from SmIthfeld. interfered, and scat
tered her assailants.
You may pass up a step into the grave
yard, which Is separated by a wall from
the lane. And though nobody followed,
two men hurried Eagle and the boy
into the graveyard and closed the gate.
It was not n large enclosure, and thread
like paths, grassy and ungraveled wound
among crowoed graves. There las very
nlgn OUTSIDE wall, ana the place insured
such privacy as could not e had in St.
Bats church. Some crushed stones lay
broad as gray doors on ancient graves;
but the most stood up in irregular OBJ
longs white and lchened.
A cat call ON the .ane was the last
shot of the battle, Eagle valiantly sleek
ed her disarrC- ed hair, lie breast under
ner bodice still heaving and sobbing. The
June sun illuminated a determined chiId
of the gray eye0 type between white az
brown. fusned with fullness of blood.
quiverng with her intensity of feeling.
WHO would say this was -ademoisene
de Forrierr observed the younger of the
two men. IN were Fast riddle age.
The one whose queue showed the most
gray took Eag.s rcproachfully by her
hands; but the other stood laughing.
My little daug
II did slriKe tire English girl-and
woui- do 1t again. father"
She would GO 1t again, monsieur the
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