South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-11-16

/ artist section she had pictured.
But little later they turned into a
section that was as yet 'unimprOved."
with quaint, narrow streets and cur
ious old shops.
The Rue St. Jacques" exclaimed
Helen, reading the name on a lamp
post. "Oh. isn't this the street
Balzac and Zola wrote 50 much
about? Dear. don't you remember the
dens OF the underworld they pictured
| here?"
The rambling cobblestone street.
not unlike an illustration from a
Balzac novel, vas in some places so
narrow that the street vendors had
TO push their carts up on the side
walk TO let them pass.
Just below here on the left" the
guide pointed down the street, you
will see a butcher shop with a gilded
horses head At that shop they sell
only horse meat. BY the law they
must have that red awning and the
horses head over the door. There
are many shops of this kind in the
| poorer sections Of Paris
"Oh, how awful" murmured Helen.
who had heard that the poor OF Paris
ate horse meat. but had never thought
it true.
The chauffeur slowed up as they
passed the dingy little shop with its
4
sun. But inside it was so dark that
/ Helen caught only a glimpse Of the
/ sswdust floor and n carcass hanging
| by the door.
Was it some old cab horse whose
driver had beaten and starved il
! pasturefulnesS that had been taken
out and killed. and now its poor old
| body hung up there TO be sold by the
| pound?
Helen had a sudden feeling of re-
vulsion and hatred for all things
| French. From her first day in Paris
| her heart had ached for the wretched
| looking. overwOrked cab horses. And
them?
Warren Complains.
"Now, for heavens sake. don't start
/ harping on that" growled Warren at
! Helen's fierce denunciation. IF they
eat horse meat over here. they eat IT,.
that's ali! What good will your tear
| ing the air dO?"
They passed many points of inter-
/ est. which Helen looked at unseeingly
before she could wrest her mind from
the picture of the dingy shop with it
strange awning and gilded horses
head.
At the Palais de Justice they all
/ left the car and the guide took them
! through the Conciergerie, the famous
I
mice, cheerful place" commented
Warren when they entered the dung
con of Marie AntOinette, a dark, damp
cell without light or air.
Equally black and gruesome were
| the cells in which RObesDierre and
Madame de Barry had been impris-
/ Oned before their execution.
Outside in the courtyard was the
site OF the guillotine. Helen paused
/ to read a small tablet which marked
| the place.
Through this court passed all the
victims of the Reign Of Terror. Every
day were lined up the carts which
brought the condemned TO the scat
fold. No spot I'm the world has wit
messed such terrible tragedies"
Helen glanced around the now
peaceful sun-lit court yard with its
crumbling mOss-grOwn fountain. 1t
was hard TO picture this as the scene
OF such frightful carnage.
They crossed -''~+vqrd and
ound the car waiting at the 9th
entrance. hr~A as only
short ride to Notre Dame where they
spent half an hour wandering through
vaulted aisles, impressive with their
wonderful stained glass windows and
carved images.
In the sacristy they were shown
some ancient relics. the crown of
lnOIuS Hall llOll TIC ClOSSf biiV
coronation mantle of Napoleon l., the
blood-stained robe OF Thomas a Beck
ct, and the crucifiX clasped by Louis
XVI, as he was guillOtined.
Worse and Worse.
"a cheerful itinerary they've laid
out for us" grumbled Warren as they
again climbed into the ear. so far
we've seen only horrors But L guess
that's what the rubber-neckerS want"
The car next drew up before the
impressive gates of the PereLachaise
cemetery-the most famous in Paris.
For the love of AIikei If they're
not going to take US through a grave
yard now!"
But inside as they strolled through
the graveled drives, even Warren was
impressed with the beauty OF the
place. The great archway Of willows.
the cleaning white monuments, the
banks of fiOwers-aEd the atmosphere
of peace and quiet about 1T all.
But the matter Of fact commercial
lied information of the guide grated
/ here more than anywhere else.
ooh. come. let's break away from
this fellow and roam around by our
selves" suggested Warren. Then,
turning TO the guide. How long do
you spend here?"
About 20 minutes. sir
"All right. we'll meet you at the
gate in 20 minutes
They started down a winding gravel
path. pausing every now and then 10
read the lines on some conspicuous
monument. 1t was strangely interest
ing 10 come across such names as
Chopin. ROssini. Daudet, Moliere,
/ Fontaine, Balzac and Rosa Bonheur.
But TO Helen even more interesting
than the names was the strange char
acter of the monuments themselves.
Many were built in the form of
vaults with grated iron doors through
which could be seen the objects with
IN.
There was usually a little altar of
I Perhaps only "A stone shelf. on which
was a crucifix, candles, artificial flow
ers. wreaths and images. Sometimes
piece OF yellOwed, widowed lace
4 covered the altar. and there was
/ often stone bench on which to kneel.
| In a few vaults there were fresh flow
ers. showing almost daily visits. but
/ in many the dust and cObwebs showed
they had not been entered for years.
When they finally got back 20 the
gate the others were waiting in the