I knowed that it would make Ury crazy as a hen, and Philury, too, wonderin" what it meant, but couldn"t break it up. But speakin" of "jardins," we went to several on "em, the last one we see the most beautiful seemin"ly of the lot. Jardin de Luxemburg Palais Royal, Tuilleries, Acclimation, Jardin des Plantes. There are hundreds of "em scattered through the city, beautiful with flowers and shrubbery and statutes and fountains and kept in most beautiful order and bloom at public expense.
And we visited cathedrals, missions, churches, museums, the sewers, libraries, went through the galleries of the Louvre--milds and milds of beauty and art, as impossible to describe as to count the leaves in Josiah"s sugar-bush or the slate stuns in the Jonesville creek, and as numerous as if every one of them leaves and slate stuns wuz turned into a glorious picter or statute or wondrous work of ancient or modern art. I hain"t a-goin" to try to describe "em or let Josiah try, though he wouldn"t want to, for he whispered to me there in a sort of a fierce whisper: "Samantha Allen, I never want to set my eyes agin on another virgin, if I live to be as old as Methulesar or a saint."
Well, there wuz sights on "em, but they looked real fat and healthy, the most on "em; I guess they enjoyed good health.
And one afternoon when the sky wuz blue, the sun shone and the birds sung merrily, we went to that dretful place, the Paris morgue. There wuz a crowd before the doors, for the Seine had yielded a rich harvest that mornin"; there wuz five silent forms, colder than the marble they lay on, one a young woman with long hair falling about her white shoulders. Amongst the crowd that pressed forward to look at that unfortunate wuz a bent, haggard form that I thought I recognized. But if it wuz a father watching and waiting in dretful hope and still more dretful fear for the best beloved, I couldn"t tell, for the crowd pressed forward and he disappeared almost before I saw him. And I too wuz agitated, for when I catched sight of the cl.u.s.tering hair, the pretty rounded arms and form, an awful fear clutched my heart that I trembled like a popple leaf and I see Dorothy turn white as a sheet and Arvilly and Miss Meechim looked like them that sees a tragedy and so did Robert Strong and Josiah.
But a closter look made us know that it wuz no one that we ever see.
It wuz not the dear one who wuz in our hearts day and night, it wuz not our sweet Aronette and it wuz not Lucia. Poor father! doomed to hunt in vain for her as long as his tremblin" limbs could carry him to and fro under foreign skies and the sun and stars of his own land.
Poor seekin" eyes, turnin" away at the very last from visions of green pastures and still waters to look once more down the sin-cursed streets of earth for his heart"s treasure! Dying eyes, dim with a black shadow, blacker than the shadow of the Valley, cast from Agony and Sin, sold to the crazed mult.i.tude for its undoing by sane men for the silver of Judas. Love stronger than life, mightier than death, never to be rewarded here. But we read of a time of rewards for deeds done in the body. At whose dying beds will these black forms stand, whose shadows torment humanity, to claim their own and go out with them to their place they have prepared here for their soul"s dwelling?
Hard question, but one that will have to be answered.
Robert Strong and Dorothy wanted to visit the Pantheon; specially the tomb of Victor Hugo. It is a great buildin" with a dome that put me some in mind of our own Capitol at Washington, D. C. It is adorned with paintings and statutes by the most eminent artists and sculptors, and the mighty shades of the past seem to walk through the solemn aisles with us, specially before the statute of Victor Hugo. I felt considerable well acquainted with him, havin" hearn Thomas J. read his books so much. And as I stood there I had a great number of emotions thinkin" what Victor had went through from his native land from first to last: abuse, persecutions, sent off and brung back, etc., and I thought of how his faithful "Toiler of the Sea" went through superhuman labors to end in disappintment at last. And Jean Valjean, the martyr, seemed to walk along in front of me patiently guardin" and tendin" little Cossette, who wuz to pierce his n.o.ble, steadfast heart with the sharpest thorn in the hull crown of thorns--ingrat.i.tude, onrequited affection, and neglect.
And we stood before the Column Vendome and meditated on that great, queer creeter, Napoleon. Who but he would think of meltin" the cannons he had took in battle from his enemies and makin" a triumphal monument of "em a hundred and forty feet high, with his own figger on top.
CHAPTER XXVI
Well, Miss Meechim wanted to see the Goblin tapestry, so we visited the Goblin manufactory. These tapestries are perfectly beautiful, fourteen thousand shades of wool are used in their construction. What would Sister Sylvester Bobbett say? She thought the colors in her new rag carpet went ahead of anything, and she didn"t have more"n fourteen at the outside, besides black and but-nut color. But fourteen thousand colors--the idee!
Yes, we rid through the marvellously beautiful streets under triumphal arches and more warlike ones and visited all the most beautiful sights in the city and the adjacent country, and who do you spoze I met as I walked along in the Bois de Boulogne? It wuz the Princess Ulaly. The rest of our party wuz some little distance off and I wuz santerin"
along charmed with the beauty about me when who should I meet face to face but Ulaly. Yes, it wuz Ulaly Infanty.
I wuz highly tickled, for I considered her a likely young woman and sot store by her when I met her to home at the World"s Fair. She knowed me in a minute and seemed as glad to see me as I wuz her, and I sez to her most the first thing after the compliments wuz pa.s.sed, "Who would have thought, Ulaly, when we parted in Chicago, U. S., that the next time we should meet would be in Paris?"
"Yes, indeed!" sez she, "who would have thought it." And I went on to say, for I see she looked real deprested:
"Ulaly, things hain"t come out as I wanted "em to; I felt real bad about it after your folks sold their jewelry to help discover us. I dare presume to say they have been sorry time and agin that they ever found us, and I wouldn"t blame "em, for as Josiah sez to me:
""Where would we be to-day if it hadn"t been for Columbus? Like enough we shouldn"t been discovered at all." Sez he, "Most probable we should be Injins." But don"t lay it to Josiah or me, Ulaly, we hain"t to blame, we didn"t do a thing to bring on the trouble. Of course we remembered the _Maine_ some, we had to, and your folks couldn"t blame us for it. Josiah and me felt real provoked and mortified to think that after folks had gin their jewelry to discover us they should blow us up in that way. But I sez to Josiah, "Because three hundred are sent onprepared into eternity it hain"t no reason three thousand should be." We are great cases for peace, Josiah and I be, and would have managed most any way, even been run on some and imposed upon a little ruther than to have rushed into the onspeakable horrors of war.
"And I don"t want you to blame William, either; he held onto the dogs of war with both hands a tryin" to hold "em in."
"William?" sez she inquirin"ly.
"Yes, William McKinley, our President. He jest held onto them dogs till they wuz likely to tear him to pieces, then he had to leggo. Them dogs wuz jest inflamed by havin" yellow literatoor shook in their faces, and yells from greedy politicians and time servers, till they wuz howlin" mad and would have barked themselves blind if he hadn"t leggo. But he didn"t want to, William didn"t, he wanted peace dreadfully." And she said real sweet, that she knew he did.
"Well, it turned out jest as it did, Ulaly. But I think just as much of you as I did before you lost your propputy, and I d"no as the propputy Uncle Sam got hold of in the d.i.c.ker is a goin" to do him much good, not for quite a spell anyway. There is such a thing as bein"
land poor, taxes are heavy, hired help hain"t to be relied on and the more you have the more you have to watch and take care on, though of course it is a pleasure to a certain set of faculties and some particular b.u.mps in your head, to own a path as you may say, most round the world, steppin" off from California to Hawaii and then on to the Philippines, ready to step off from there, Heaven knows how fur or when or where. It is a pleasure to a certain part of your mind, but other parts of your head and heart hold back and don"t cheer in the procession. But howsumever, Ulaly, that is neither here nor there. I hope your folks are so as to git round. I wuz sorry enough to hear that you and your pardner don"t live agreeable. But though it is a pity, pardners have had spats from Eden to Chicago and I d"no but they always will. The trouble is they take pardners as boons instead of dispensations, and don"t lean hard enough on scripter.
"But this is not the time or place for sermons on how to be happy, though married. How is Christina and Alfonso? I"m afraid he"s gittin"
obstropolous, and I d"no but Christina will have to give him a good spankin" before she gits through. Of course, spankin" a king seems quite a big job to tackle, and of course he"s pretty old for it. But it don"t do to let children have their heads too much. One good spankin" will strike in truth when reams of sermons and tearful expostulations will fail. You might just mention to Christina what I"ve said, and then she can do as she wants to with fear and tremblin"."
But I see my folks pa.s.sin" down a distant path, and I sez: "I will now bid you adoo, Ulaly, as time and Arvilly and Josiah are pa.s.sin" away."
She bid me a real pleasant good-by, and I withdrawed myself and jined my folks.
One day the hull of our party visited Fontainbleu and went through the apartments of kings and queens and popes and cardinals. The rooms of Napoleon wuz full of the thrilling interest that great leader always rousted up, and always will, I spoze, till history"s pages are torn up and destroyed. And in the rooms of Marie Antoinette we see the lovely costly things gin to this beautiful queen when the people loved her, and she, as she slept under the beautiful draperies gin by the people, never dreamed, I spoze, that the hands that wrought love and admiration into these fabrics would turn on her and rend her.
But Marie didn"t do right. Carelessness, oppression, neglect of the people"s rights, a few grasping the wealth of the nation while the people suffer and starve, weave b.l.o.o.d.y colors into the warp and woof of life from Paris to New York and Washington, D. C., and so on to Jonesville. And we went through the apartments of Louis Philippe, Francis I., Louis XIII., etc., and Madam Maintenon"s apartments and Diana de Poyter"s, and seen her monogram decorating the apartment interwoven with the king"s. I hated to see it, but couldn"t do nothin"
to break it up at this late day. Miss Meechim walked through these apartments with her nose in the air, having sent Dorothy into the garden with Robert Strong and Tommy, and Arvilly wouldn"t cross the thresholt, and I didn"t blame her, though havin" my lawful pardner by my side I ventered.
But Arvilly led off into the beautiful gardens, where we found her settin" with Robert Strong and Dorothy and Tommy by the fountain.
We wanted to explore the forests of Fontainbleu, but only had time for a short drive through it, but found it most picturesque and beautiful what we see of it.
Bein" such a case for freedom, Arvilly wanted to see the Column of July riz up on the site of the old prison of the Bastile. And I did, too. I felt considerable interested in this prison, havin" seen the great key that used to lock up the prisoners at Mount Vernon--a present to our own George Washington from that brave Frenchman and lover of liberty, Lafayette.
A brave man held in lovin" remembrance by our country, and I spoze always will be, as witness his n.o.ble statute gin by our school children to France this present year. That his statute and G.
Washington"s should be gin to France by America, and that Josiah Allen"s wife and Josiah should also be permitted to adorn their sh.o.r.es simeltaneous and to once, what a proud hour for France! Well might she put her best foot forrerd and act happy and hilarious!
But to resoom: The last afternoon of our stay in Paris, Arvilly and I went to see the Column of July, accompanied by my pardner, Miss Meechim and Dorothy havin" gone to a matinee, and Robert Strong havin"
took Tommy with him to see some interestin" sight. And I had a large number of emotions as we stood there and thought of all the horrows that had took place there, and see way up on top of the lofty column the Genius of Liberty holdin" in one hand the broken chains of captives and holdin" up in her other hand the torch of liberty.
But I methought to myself she"s got to be careful, Liberty has, or that torch will light up more"n she wants it to. Liberty is sometimes spelt license in France and in our own country, but they don" mean the same thing, no, indeed! We hung round there in that vicinity seein"
the different sights, and Josiah took it in his head that we should take our supper outdoors; he said he thought it would be real romantic, and I shouldn"t wonder if it wuz. "Tennyrate, that is one of the sights of Paris to see the gayly dressed throngs happy as kings and queens, seemin"ly eatin" outdoors. Lights shinin" over "em, gay talk and laughter and music sparklin" about "em.
Well, Josiah enjoyed the eppisode exceedingly, but it made it ruther late when we started back to the tarven through the brightly lighted streets and anon into a more deserted and quiet one, and on one of these last named we see a man, white-headed and bent in figger, walkin" along before us, who seemed to be actin" dretful queer. He would walk along for quite a spell, payin" no attention to anybody seemin"ly, when all at once he would dart up clost to some young girl, and look sharp at her, and then slink back agin into his old gait.
Thinkses I is he crazy or is he some old fool that"s love sick. But his actions didn"t seem to belong to either of the cla.s.ses named. And finally right under a lamp post he stopped to foller with his eager eyes a graceful, slim young figger that turned down a cross street and we come face to face with him.
It wuz Elder Wessel--it wuz the figger I had seen at the morgue--but, oh, the change that had come over the poor creeter! Hair, white as snow; form, bowed down; wan, haggard face; eyes sunken; lookin" at us with melancholy sombry gaze that didn"t seem to see anything. Josiah stepped up and held out his hand, and sez: "Elder, I"m glad to see you, how do you do? You don"t look very rugged."
He didn"t notice Josiah"s hand no more than if it wuz moonshine. He looked at us with cold, onsmilin", onseein", mean, some like them same moonbeams fallin" down on dark, troubled waters, and I hearn him mutter:
"I thought I had found her! Where is Lucia?" sez he.
The tears run down my face onbeknown to me, for oh the hunted, haunted look he wore! He wuz a portly, handsome man when we see him last, with red cheeks, iron-gray hair and whiskers and tall, erect figger. Now he had the look of a man who had kep" stiddy company with Death, Disgrace, Agony and Fear--kep" company with "em so long that he wuz a stranger to anybody and everybody else.
He hurried away, sayin" agin in them same heart-breakin" axents: "Where is Lucia?"
Arvilly turned round and looked after him as he shambled off.
"Poor creeter!" sez she. Her keen eyes wuz full of tears, and I knowed she would never stir him up agin with the sharp harrer of her irony and sarcasm if she had ever so good a chance. Josiah took out his bandanna and blowed his nose hard. He"s tender-hearted. We knowed sunthin" how he felt; wuzn"t we all, Dorothy, Miss Meechim, Arvilly, Robert Strong, Josiah and I always, always looking out for a dear little form that had been wrenched out of our arms and hearts, not by death, no, by fur worse than death, by the two licensed Terrors whose black dretful shadders fall on every home in our land, dogs the steps of our best beloved ready to tear "em away from Love and from Safety and Happiness.
From Paris we went to Berne. I hearn Josiah tellin" Tommy: "It is called Burn, I spoze, because it got burnt down a number of times."
But it hain"t so. It wuz named from Baren (bears), of which more anon.
Robert Strong had been there, and he wanted Dorothy to see the scenery, which he said was sublime. Among the highest points of the Bernise Alps and the Jungfrau and the Matterhorn, which latter peak is from twelve to fourteen thousand feet high. Good land! What if I had to climb it! But I hadn"t, and took comfort in the thought. Deep, beautiful valleys are also in the Oberland, as the southern part of the Canton is called, the Plain of Interlaken being one of the most beautiful.
There are several railways that centre in Berne, and it stands at the crossroads to France and Germany. And though it is a Swiss city, it seemed much more like a German one, so Robert Strong said. The people, the signs, the streets, the hotels and all, he said, was far more like a German city than a Swiss one.
It is quite a handsome city of about fifty thousand inhabitants, with straight, wide streets and handsome houses, and one thing I liked first-rate, a little creek called the Ga.s.sel, has been made to run into the city, so little rivulets of water flow through some of the streets, and it supplies the fountains so they spray up in a n.o.ble way.
Josiah sez: "If Ury and I can turn the creek, Samantha, so it will run through the dooryard, you shall have a fountain right under your winder. Ury and I can rig up a statter for it out of stuns and mortar that will look first-rate. And I spoze," sez he, "the Jonesvillians would love to see my linimen sculped on it, and it might be a comfort to you, if I should be took first."
"No, Josiah," sez I, "not if you and Ury made it; it would only add to my agony."