The Ordway new era., 1920-05-28

sages Anatole France evokes a
fieeting memory of the quays along
the Seine. "where one disturbs the
dust-cOvered books of the 5-cent stall.
and thousand shadows terrible and
charming" 1t isn't our purpose to
revive these memories; to do SO would
be to parade the whole past In review;
we shall simply state the magic which
draws and which holds to the quays
of the Seine. writes L. A. Des Garets
in La France.
The quays! Along both sides Of our
river they run But when we speak
of quays, we mean. of course, the quays
of the left bank. There is the heart
of Paris. Who would deny It?
The action of those workers who
live in the neighborhood of the quays
artists, thinkers, poets or simple
workmen-when they seek their river,
is one of happy Incidence. They do
not pause before the windows of the
autiquaries' shops; they go toward the
rampant which courageous and deter
mined booksellers have raised. before
the river of forgetfulness, the dixie
which Will protect their books. 1t is
there that, in the summer sun, as we'll
as in winter fogs, are the last resting
places of the production of mans
thought. 1t is there that a book, af-
ter good or bad fortune, comes to take
its last chance: 1t is there that they
are viewed by the savants. in search
of information, or with sentimental
curiosity by Mimi Pinson -. yes.
the last refuge and the tranquil resting
place over which watch the high
profile of the Louvre and the towers
of Notre Daniel
Where Point Of Interest BeoIns.
The quays start little above the
Palais Bourbon. at the palace of the
Legion of Honor, once the famous Ho-
tel Salm: During the revolution. since
the prince of Salm-Kriburg had been
given command of battalion Of the
Lafayette guard. his palace became the
meeting place of the Reformist club.
Later the same building received the
members Of the Cercle Constitution
mel, until the day when Napoleon made
1t the seat of the grand chancellor Of
the Legion Of Honor. It is pity
that this charming Greek temple
should be eclipsed by the surrounding
buildings.
Next there Is the DUAL Voltaire,
where Nine. Cecile Sorel makes her
home, near the house in which Voltaire
died. When one enters this building
the ghost of the mighty century ap-
pears; you are received with the gra-
ciousness Of Celimene. Everything in
this house bears the imprint of Louis
I>r,v n arf
of 1t than the character of the great
artist who lives there. Here died In
gres; there was the convent of the
Theatins, brought to France from
Italy by Mazarin. Further along at
tn corner of the Rue de 'Beaune. used
to stand the barracks Of the gray
musketeers.
Tho Famous "Bridge Of Tears"
Let us stop at the institute. From
here all the Paris of yesterday is seen;
the towers of Notre Dame, the Louvre,
the Saint Chapelle, st. German FAUX
errois. the conciergerie. the palais de
Justice and the Pont-Neuf, still look
ing very solid. Since 1t was opened
to traffic by Henry III, the same day
he lost his favorite, Quelus. the Parish
ans called 1t 1.-The bridge Of tears"
That did not prevent it, however, from
becoming the center of animation of
the city where all Paris gathered to
he amused by the news of the gazet-
teers and the sallies of Tabarin.
Next we see the palace of the prince
of Cont, today one of the treasury
buildings. To save ourselves both re-
morse and regret let us put aside the
sad memories of St. German rAuxer-
rois and of the conciergerie. Let us
instead follow along the Quai CONT in
the footsteps of Lamartine. of Victor
Hugo. Of Sainte Benuve. of Alfred de
Musset and Of all those others who
have been famiiiars of the quays.
Alas! Where are the glories of the
past? Under the dome of the insti-
tute?
Quays Are Charming.
Our quays are indeed charming. with
the movement of tramways, wagons
and carriages. with the whistling of
the bonts and those thousand small
noises which are multiplied by the
waters of the river. love to watch
The lpungers who come to loaf there
good 'nihers OF ilmilles pulling their