The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-11-13
AN AN'SADVEN7LRE With
FAME IN FRENCH VILLAGE "A
BY JAMES n. POPE

| rarely stop, out III tney 90 tney
hurry onward, lest they waste
their time. the tourist is a small
tin deity in wooden chariot. AS
such he is expected to do strange
things, ask strange questions, look
with strange expression on their
common things and then disap
pear.
But the ever present politeness
on the part of the villagers makes
them ever jealous to assist the
deity to find what his celestial
mind Graves.
In Bor-Sur-Aube, on the river
Aube, in the department of the
same name, there stands an old
building which is credited with
being the birthplace of Jeanne of
Navarro, queen of France, who
officiated in her royal capacity be-
tween the years 1872 and 1905.
In the opinion of the local
postal card magnates, old struc-
lures of this nature are not worthy
of postal card Immortality, and
consequently the artists and pho
tographers are refreshed with
something else. Since the city is
striving to be modern, the photog-
raphers and artists return with
beautiful views of the new rail-
road station and the like.
Monsieur, where is the house
where the Refine de France Jeanne
de Navarro was born?' was a
question asked of local public
spirited citizen, who kept store
for the sale of postal cards, let
ter paper, ink and few mill-end
pairs of half hose for men. Be it
known also that monsieur was an
editor by reason of being a post
card merchant.
1.-THE house of the queen de Ma
varre? Oh, yes, monsieur; very
well. Avec plaisir."
The editor" led the way down
the narrow street. They walked
for quite a time. But time is val
liable, and the merchant, also edi-
tor, found it necessary to place the
seeker in the hands of madame,
the seller of wooden shoes, who
closed her shop that honor might
be done the history of the vile.
After many windings about,
madame, who was still carrying
the shoes she had in her hands
when she closed her shop, con-
suited another madame who was
sweeping a gutter with a twig
broom.
Madame of the twig broom fell
in line, and down the cobblestones
the procession filed, she of the
wooden footwear first, carrying a
pair of her wares, madame of the
twig broom second, and the hon
ored deity third, carrying a cam
era.
But two pilots were no better
than one, and, on the advice of
madame, the keeper Of bread
shop, the direction of monsieur the
curate was sought. Madame of
the bread shop fell in line with a
round loaf of bread on her arm,
she wishing to see that the infor
nation was furnished.
At the house of monsieur lie
cure" 1t was announced by a maid
who was mixing cafe au lait" that
monsieur lie cure" was still asleep
ana she was not one who was
brave enough to call him before
the chimes announced the hour of
II. But she of the hot coffee with
milk knew of another madame
who knew well the location of
the house, but this madame, the
madame of the coffee with milk
said, was at present at prayers in
the church.
With the addition of the ma
dame of the coffee, the column ad
vanced upon the church.
Inside the sought-for madame,
very old and feeble, was kneeling
on her prayer stool. But what mat
tered that. Was not a stranger
present with a picture machine?
The matter was explained to the
very old madame. But she, good
woman, stood silent, distracted.
In order that madame's absent
minded traits might not become
oyerdeveloped, the visitor dropped
pennies, at regular intervals, into
a contribution box near the door,
it being hoped that the noise might
attract her attention and renew
her plotting resolution.
Finally madame arose. walked
slowly down the aisle and out an
other door. The visitor hurried
outside, but she had gone.
The sun was high, and from the
town came the chimes announcing
the hour at which the curate
arose. The visitor retired to the
curate's gate, and when that gen.
tleman awoke he fastened to see
that the honor of the city was
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