The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-12-28

not unlike an illustration from a Bal
FAC novel, was in some places SO mar
row that the street vendors had to
push their carts up on the sidewalk to
let them pass.
Just below here on the left, the
guide pointed down the street, you
will see butcher show 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's 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 down as they
passed the dingy little shop with it's
gilded horses head glittering in the
sun. But inside it was SO dark that
Helen caught only a glimpse of the
sawdust floor and carcass hanging
by the door.
as it some old cab horse whose
driver had beaten and starved it past
usefulness that had been taken out
and killed, and now it's poor old body
hung up there to be sold by the
pound?
Helen had sudden telling Of revul-
sion and hatred for all things French.
From her first day in Paris her heart
had ached for the wretohed looking,
overworked cab horses. And was this
the fate still in store for them?
Warren Complains.
"Now, for heavens sake, don't start
harping on that growled Warren at
I Helen's fierce denunciation IF they
eat horse meat over here, they eat it,
that's all. What good will your tear
ing the air do?''
They passed many points of interest,
which Helen looked at unseeingly be-
fore she could wrest from her mind
the picture Of the dingy shop with it's
strange awning and gilded horses
At the Palais de Justice they all left
the car and the guide took them
through the Conciergerie, the famous
prison of the French Revolution.
Mice cheerful place." commented
Warren when they entered the dun
geon of Marie Antoinette, a dark,
| damp cell without light or air.
Equally black and gruesome were
the cells in which Robespierre and
Madame de Barry had been imprison-
ed before their execution. Outside in
the courtyard was the site Of the
guillotine. Helen paused to read a
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 scaffold.
No spot in the world has witnessed
such terrible tragedies
Helen glanced around the now
| peaceful sun-lit courtyard with its
crGmbling. moss-grown fountain. 1t
was hard to picture this as the scene
of such frightful carnage.
| They crossed the courtyard and
| found the car waiting at the other en-
J trance. From there it was only very
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
Thorns. a nail from the Cross. the
| coronation mantle of Napoleon, the
blood stained robe of Thomas Beckett
I, and the crucifix clasped by Louis
XVI as he was guillotined.
| Worse and Worse.
"a cheerful itinerary they've laid
out for u.s. grumbled Warren as they
climbed into the car. $50 far, we've
seen only horrors. But I guess that's
| what the fuDDeT-neCkerS want.
| The car next drew up before the i'm
| pressive gates of the Pere Lachaise
cemetery-the most famous in Paris.
For the love of Mike, if they're not
going to take US through grave
yard now"
| But inside as they strolled through
the grave.ed drives. even Warren was
| impressed with the beauty of the
place. The great archway of willows.
| the cleaning white monuments, the
banks of flowers-and the atmosphere
/ Of peace and quiet about it all.
But the matter of fact commercial
| ized' 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, he
turned to the guide, How long do you
| spend here?"
| about twenty minutes, sir
/ "An right We'll meet you at the
| gate in twenty minutes
They started down winding gravel
path, pausing every now and then to
read the lines on some conspicuous
monument. 1t was strangely interest
| ing to come across such names as
Chopin, Rossini, Daudet, Moliere. Fon-
tame, 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