New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-05-18

the owner of the house in which
they had taken up residence ordered
them to move, "as if they were a !
band of gypsies." We read on:
Where should they go? To return
to their own country would be difficult,
since it was in the middle of winter,
and Chopin trembled like a forsaken
bird, thinking of the chill of Paris. HeI
loved the island, despite the inhospi-
table people, because of the suavity oil
its climate. The Cartuja of Vallde. |
mosa offered itself as their sole refuge
a building devoid of architectural
beauty, with no other charm than that
OF its medieval antiquity, situated inl
the mountains with pine covered
slopes, having, like delicate curta ms
temperlng the suns ardor piantationsI
Of almond and palm, through the
branches Of which the eye could maksl
out the green plain and the distant sea-
II was a monument almost in ruins. al
monastery suggesting melodrams.l
gloomy and mysterious, in the clois-f
ters Of which camped vagabonds andt
beggars. To enter it one must crossI
the old cemetery of the friars, with its i
graves disturbed by the roots of forestf
Trees thrusting bones up to the veryt
surface. On moonlight nights a whitel
phantom stalked through the cloisteu
the shade of a wicked friar Who'll
haunted the place of his msdeedsI
while awaiting the hour of redemption.t
"Thither went the fugitives one |!
stormy winter day, bufeted by wind
and rain, travelling along the same
route which Febrer snow followed, hutl
By an old road which barely deserved
the name. The wagons of the caravan
as George Sand said, with
one wheel on the mountain and the
other IN the bed of a gully The musf
clan, wrapped in his cape, sat tren-
bling and coughing under the canw
cover, throbbing with pain as tie
vehicle jolted over the rough ground
The novelist herself followed on foss
over the worst places, leading her CHI
dren by the hand on this vagabons
journey.
They spent the entire winter in the
ISOLATION Of the Cartuja. She, wearing
turkish slippers, the little dagger o.
ways thrust into her ill-combed hair,
'ourageously did the cooking with thek
assistance of young peasant girl wha B
sook advantage of every opportunity a
10 gorge herself with the dainties in-
tended for the beloved invalid The
lrchins of Valldemosa stoned the littls
French children, calling them Moovs
and disbelievers in God; the womss
cheated the mother when they sold hsf
provisions, and, moreover, they dubbesl
ler the witch They all made us
sign OF the cross when they met thsa
gypsies' who dared to live in GIL
1t the monastery, neighbors to ta
lead, IN constant communication wild
he spectral friar who stalked througs
he cloister.
"By day, while the invalid was rest
ng. George Sand prepared the broth |
md, with her slender, white, artlstic
lands, helped the maidservant to ped
he vegetables; then. with her two
hildren she would race down TO the
hrupt, tree covered beach of Miramaf
where Ramon Lull had established his
chool of Oriental study Only with
he approach of night did her real az.
silence begin.
TNHEN the great gloomy cloistefl
Il vibrated with mysterious mu-
&c which scanned in from afsx
through the heavy walls. It. was Chot