The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1910-03-12

9 SMeen Ihern mad rescued the family diamonds and
lace, worth many thousands, and some of the mem
eers OF the household had contrived to carry out
rev OF the most valuable pictures and tapestries but
Che rest was now past all hope for the whole place
was a mass of flames 1t must have been on fire for
considerable time before laborers from the village
seeing The flames from afar, had rushed up to give
Meanwhile Jeanette as soon as abe was ont of
the house and had been embraced by her parents in
the JOY OF mutual safety, had slipped away unob-
served to see if the chapel was safe Mol the roof
was on lire and the flames from it seemed to reach
shy-hghl Should she run back to call for help That
would cause delay, and she felt that they would
probably say it was too late to enter the burning
building. Yet the Blessed Sacrament must be saved
throwing her cloak over her head, she dashed
into the chapel, felt her way through the binding
smoke to the sacristy door, which happened to be
open, and tried to find the key of the tabernacle.
For a few seconds she searched in vain and the
roaring of the flames sent such a terrible dread to
ner heart that she almost tempted to run away.
but to leave her dear Jesus there in the tabernacle
feet
With feryent prayer of "JesusI Mary help
me! she CROPPED again, found the key, and has
tenlng to the tabernacle, seized the ciborium, an
1elt all around to be she was leaving nothing.
linen, she never knew how, she made her way to
the door again. the flames roaring over her head and
the burning roof cracking so ominously that at
every second she expected to feel it crashing down
on her. But she did not seem to care now that she
had the dear Jesus pressed against her breast.
BY this time the whole village had assembled
before the burning chateau, while the few fremen
OF the place made futile efforts to- save what re-
NAMED of it. Just then the old priest staggered
up from the village, gasping:
"The chapel! has any one thought of the Blessed
Sacramento
No. In their horror and despair, none of them
had thought of the possibility of the chapel being
on fire. There was simultaneous rush toward it.
What was their despair to see it all ablazel
The Blessed Sacrament you must save the
Blessed Sacramento cried the Countess, wildly
wrlnging her hands, and some of the fremen ad-
yanced toward the burning building, but were
beaten back by the flames
Il will go myself said the Count, rushing for
WARD, but dozens of hands grasped him firmly and
held him back. 4-e --a,.. t.
"You can not go; it is too late it
would be your DEATH" all exclaimed. just then arose
a cry of anguish from the Countess:
"{earnettei / can not see Jeannettep she
'Im sure she came out of the house with u.s."
answered her father "She was the one who thought
of Aunt de Mibreuil"
"Ohl Jeanette my child, where is my child?"
cried the mother despairingIy, and as they looked
for her in vain, a sorrow too great for words
wrung all hearts,
just then there arose a great cry from the
dsseIHDIed crowd ana every one stood 1t spell
bound. Would they ever to their dying day forget
the sight that was before them There, standing
as II IN an aureole of flames which leaped up all
around her her pale face and earnest eyes lighted
by their cruel blaze stood little Jeanette clasp
ing the ciborium to her breast and CARRYING it as
calmly and reverently as if she had been in bower
of roses instead of circle of fire. Her cloak had
fallen off, and she looked like some appartion as she
came forward In her white dress through the fire
and smoke. =sass--s..
The good Cure had been the first to recover
from his stupor. He hurried toward her and when
she came down from the steps on to the gravel walk.
she said simply as she handed him the eiborun
Il know ought not to have touched it. but you
see couldn't help it. / had to save the Blessed
Sacrament"
o They had only just moved forward into safety
when there terrific crash ands turning round
the child saw with a shudder that the roof had
fallen in e ea Il
How, good Jesus was to give me time to save
HIml" she murmured.
A great shout of "Hurrah for MademoiselIe
Jeannette! Hurrah for cur little heroinel" rose
from the crowd but the child did not hear it. She
had fallen faintiRg into her mothers arms. i
Although Jeanette had been almost miraculous |
~ preserved from the flames, considering the fur
mace she had been in, her face and hands had suf-
fered most and her mother dreaded lest she sbopld
be SCARED and disfgured. But her burns left no
trace, except one round white SCARF the size of a
small Host, upon her Her mother would often
bend down and kiss it. and think in her heart that
the good Jesus had left as it were His seal upon
her little -Henriette Eugene Delarnare, in T
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