The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1932-10-07

inc dIlicIeS DelOTe nave De6Q DaSet
on notes on the trip by her. Thi
and succeeding articles are BY
Miss Donaghue herself.
1t was a woe begone crowd thai
assembled in the lobby of the Rus.
sell Hotel, London, on the evening
of June 29th, 1892. Part of the
Powers Tour Party who had at.
tended the Eucharistic Congress
and toured Ireland and England
together were returning to Ameri.
ca on the Majestic while the rest
were going on to the continent of
Europe. Staunch friendships, born
of the jolly life aboard the "Doric''
were being subjected to the strain
of separation, eve to meet again.
The continental travellers were
further depressed by the prospect
Of unknown pitfalls lurking ahead!
Ireland and England were home
countries with familiar language,
customs and food. But the CONT
nent meant alien lands, languages,
ways! True the manager of the
tour was to make all arrangements
for hotels, meals, trips, transfer
of baggage, tips, etc. Still the fear
of the unknown was menacing.
The fearful situation was relieved
by the arrival of the buses which
were to take the continental party
to the station. The lone Wolf
Point member going on waved a
brave farewell TO the returning
Wolf Pointers and was soon on the
Southampton boat train to be trans
ferred to the channel steamer "Bris-
&C" and landed at Havre early the
next morning.
The dreaded English channel
crossing was very satisfactory, all
but going through customs on the
other side. We stood in line for
hours to allow the French officials
10 look at our passports and to
place those magic symbols on our
luggage signifying that we had no
tobacco, candy or other contra
bands. Any grumbling on u side
brought the response, We'll, your
country started it." This ceremony
concluded, we were free to look a
bout for breakfast.
Leaving the custom house we
felt the thrill Of a foreign land
when he read over its portals the
motto Of France, "Liberte, Egalite,
Fraternite". This battle cry of the
French Revolution appears on all
French public buildings and on all
their coins. Another bit of local
color was the out-of-door restaur-
ant, a group Of tables and chairs
placed on the narrow sidewalk
where the French are accustomed
to sip their wine and watch the
rest of the world go by. 1t didn't
look so inviting in the early fore
noon so we walked around it on
the cobble-stone pavement and then
found our hotel where breakfast
had been ordered and many of our
compatriots were already eating.
At each plate was a long, hard
roll and a softer, richer round one,
something like pie crust. Pitchers
of hot chocolate, hot milk and
strong hot coffee were on the tab
1e. The hot milk and coffee were
to be blended together to suit the
taste but none of our experiments
in that line were ever satisfactory.
We waited patiently for the rest
of our breakfast until the sad real
ity dawned-we were up against
the continental breakfast. Farewell
British bacon, cereal, mullins.
The journey to Paris was broken
by a short stop at Lisseux to visit
the Shrine of the Little Flower, the
pet of the Catholic world. Some
great feast day was being celebrat-
ed. The crowds were enormous but
we managed to crowd into the
church to hear a sermon by Bishop
Schremb of Cleveland, Ohio. We
saw the beautiful ivory and gold
sarcophagus containing the body of
the Little Flower whose worth was
recognized by her own generation.
Getting around in Paris wasn't
as hard as we had expected. Many
of the employees at the hotels, the
stores and sci spoke English
as readily as we did. The taxi cabs
were very cheap and convenient.
The drivers could determine our
destination from the picture post