The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 40, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 1 February 1912 — Page 8

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IRTERESTING EXPERIENCES OFOTIHFtanW ■ i BY MRS. MATTIE CROW-FICK. I Continuation of our Paris letter. | To the right as we go toward the; church of the La Madeline is the harden of the Tuilieries. The Tuil--1 cries brings to mind the varied areer of another of France’s queens he Empress Eugenie, who reigned here in splendor for a score of years, was forced to flee from the place in disguise to spend the remainder of aer life an exile—throneless, childless and a widow, occasionally slipping, back into her beloved France disguised, unknown, uncared for—like a ‘ ghost doomed to haunt the place where once she was happy. While strolling down the Rue de Rivole, the street through which Alarie Antoinette and her husband, Louis XVI, were driven by the mob after having tried to desert Pai is, during the French revolution, and which is now a busy shopping street, we found the Jeanne d’Arc statute, for which we had been carelessly searching. It is of bronze and rep resents “The Maid of Orleans” mounted on horseback holding high her banner. There were several wreaths at the horse’s feet and we were told that new ones are continually placed there. A trip through Paris of' which we tad never before heard but nevertheless enjoyed more than the automobile and carriage rides We took on the Champs Elysees, vzas a ride on the Seine, noms ply up and down and stop at stations at every street crossing. . We stumbled onto this by mere chance, but can hardly recommend it to our friends as one of the dear delightful ways of seeing Paris. Starting at the Notre Dame Cathedral which is built on an island in the Siene at the southeastern side of the city, we pass the Sarah Berndar J theatre and stop at die Louvre —priceless art museum of France—containing hundreds of magnificent paintings, life size portraits wrought in Gobelin tapestry; diamond hiked sword of Napoleon’s; gems which belonged to France’s former queens; the famous Regept iiamond valued at three million dollars, one of the finest in the world. Just as we were leaving the building we met a guide who told us he was born and raised in South Bend, Indiana. In* a very brief chat he told us manyamming things of his early Hoosier experienced, among them that his mother was a widow and at one time had Vice President Schuyler Colfax and another South Bend gentleman as rival suitors for her hand. He, a small but mischievous lad, used to lie on the sofa and feign sleep when they called, so that he could keep strict lines on the iove-making, and at last, sad to say, neither of them succeeded in captuiing the wily widow for a wife. He, the widow’s only son, went to Paris to study art vylien a lad of twenty, couldn’t “make a go of it;’ and, growing weary Os pursuing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, is now, at fifty years of age, a mere licensed guide at the Louvre and depending on his small salary of a few francs a day and tips from tourists to “keep the wolf from the door.” Taking the boat again at the Louvre station we floated gaily on to tl e westward past the Place du Carrousal, the Tuileries, the Chamber des Deputes, under the beautiful 500 foot long bridge which crosses the Seine at Place de la Concorde and disembarking at the bridge Pt Alexander we walked south across the Esplanade des Invalides into the Invalides church in which rests the body of the great Napoleon. A guide met us at the entrance and ushered Us in. We must step softly and speak in hushed voices, for we are now in the presence of France’s illustrious dead. On either side of the great closed doors leading into the tomb lie the bodies of two of Bonaparte’s most trusted friends I and above the doors is inscribed i this—Napoleon’s will: “Je desire : gue mes cendres repose ause bords de la Seine au millieu de se people i’Francaise gue j ai tant Aimie,” and | with a voice soft and vibrant with

emotion the guide interpreted it ! thus: “I desire that my remains ] repose on the banks of the Seine, < among the French people I have < loved so well.” We dare not enter ! the closed floors but must go around I ' to the rear and from up above look ' down into the tomb. The huge sarcophagus is made of wood brought from Russia and is polished until it reflects one’s face like a mirror. Around it are grouped the flags which “the man of Idestiny” captured in his mqgy conquests. As we stood there the last rays of the setting sun came in at the chapel window- and lit up the altar back of the tomb with an almost supernatural light. Something in the place, the memories of the life of the wonderful man who lay still in death before us, his great conquests and achievements, followed by his humiliating loss of power, made the scene one of great solemnity. Tears welled to yay eyes and a lump came into my throat—and then—well, isn’t it funny how easily tears and laughter mix? Something about that huge sarcophagus struck me suddenly as being strangely familiar and back into memory popped the recollections of an old covered dish in my grandmother’s cupboard which she proudly called a “soup tureen.” It was the same shape and must have been n olded in representation of these old illustrious tombs—or were the tombs a facsimile of the “tureen”—who can tell? Anyway, at the funny conjecture a laugh bubbled up inside me and chased away the choke. A similar wave of mental telepathy must have struck the sad-faced guide, for after showing us the tomb of Joseph Bonaparte and the one which contains his wife’s heart (her body is buried in Germany), he lead us around to an empty one and laughingly told us it was “for rent.” From the Invalides it is a very short jaunt on foot over the great Eiffel tower which stands in a pretty park—the Champ de Mars. While Mr. Fick explored the tower I wandered aimlessly through this park, which was very much like the fresh air side of Lincoln Park on a summer day—principally made up of green grass, a few trees, dogs tethered by pink ribbons, a lot of nurse girls and baby perambulators. J passed row after row of empty park seats and finally dropped down on one of them to rest, After sitting about five minutes a woman came hurrying across from a clump of shrubbery some distance away and informed me in emphatic French that I must pay her twenty-five centimes for the seat. Now, my husband having more thoroughly mastered the knowledge of French money, had been carrying and dealing out our necessary francs and centimes—my cash in hand consisted mostly of good old American eagles stored away in the “lisle thread bank,” with just a few jingling centimes in my purse to tide me over in case we were briefly separated. I have a jolly friend at home who laughingly quotes “Where ignorance is bliss ’tis folly to be blistered,” whose policy I decided to act upon forthwith. Rising hurriedly I explained in equally emphatic English that I had no idea when I sat down there that there were any charges for the seats, then walked boldly away with my few little centimes still playing tag in my purse. It was only one of the respectable holdups which the American .tourist encounters continually in Europe. Our last nights in Paris we spent at the various theatres; one of the best on the Champs Elysees and then, for variety, the worst in the Moulin Rouge part of the city. Were shown through “Heaven,” where Saint Peter with a key as long as himself ushered us in. There was wine and songs and speeches, the latter, judging by the blushes on the facts of the audience, no doubt sounded better in a language we couldn’t understand. From Heaven it was only a few steps to Hell. Here the Prinee of Devils greeted us at the door. He was firev red, with horns on his head and a tail that swept the floor for several feet behind him. In the semi-darkness we were surrounded

by other smaller red devils who) punched up the fires and burned one man from the audience before our very eyes. The flames came up all around him, burned off his clothes and his body was slowly burned into ashes. It was all so real that ’twas almost a surprise to have him return to us laughing after the performance was ended. We “sorter” got our cart before the horse by going to Heaven and Hell first then dying afterward, instead of vice versa. Entering the weird and ghostly interior of the house of death we were shown to seats around coffins upon which three tiny wax tapers gave a flickering light. Cake and wine was set on top of these coffins and we were asked to partake. Think of it! Eating one’s lunch off of a coffin lid. Then suddenly every face took on an ashen, blueish, deathly hue — positively awful. Every one of us looked like a corpse, and when we glanced at each other we shuddered and covered our faces with our hands. Then the lid on a’cof fin which stood upright in one corner of the room flew open and the skeleton inside danced and made faces at us, snakes came down from the ceiling and stuck their firey tongues in our faces. Boney arms and hands reached out from dark corners and stro.v d our hair—well, if anything anywhere could be more gruesome than that half hour’s torture in Paris, we certainly haven’t any anxiety to see it. (I want to say right here thai we did not partake of any of the wine above mentioned, so* banish the thought, however much this may sound to you as though we had snakes in our boots). The last day of our Paris visit we spent in that dearest of all woman’s delights and man’s wSst torture—shopping. We decided before going down that a certain article of wearing apparel for me should by all means be French, and with that fixed idea we wade the rounds of the Rue de Opera shops. I was shown the French production, then was informed that they had a far better imported model, a trifie more expensive, yes, but much, much more in demand than the French models. I asked to see it, and what do you think? It bore the tag of a wellknown American firm and was the very same we can buy in little old Chicago any day for five dollars less than the price asked in Paris. If the Paris styles were a disappointment to us the Paris cooking was more so. While we ate boiled milk to keep from getting sore mouths in Holland, lived on hard, sour rye bread and goat’s butter in Germany, we kept up our courage by thinking soon we would be in France, the mecca of perfection in cooking. After a few meals, which consisted chiefly of thin soup, little hard, dry rolls with unsalted butter, we wondered where France got its honors. We got a few fairly good meals there, but even those were the kind for which we paid six francs, and could get, in America for twentyfive cents. Our only real struggle with a foreign language we had when leaving Paris. Our train was to leave at 2 p. m. and while busily shopping we let the time for noon meal at the hotel go by unheeded. Then we tried a restaurant troubles began. With the two languages, English and German, at our command, and a note book containing a few of the most necessary words, we had, when not hurried, gotten along nicely. But now we were in haste and every restaurant we entered was decidedly French and they didn’t seem able to drum up a waiter who could speak anything else. We went from one to another down the street in lightning haste and after trying about, a dozen I got desperate. There are no diners on many of the trains and it certainly looked gloomy to go clear to Switzerland hungry, but Jerome K. Jerome says: “It’s just as you have given up all hope that things happen,” and that’s where it did. We 1 turned a corner and bumped into a 1 little lunch stall kept by an old 1 Frenchman and his wife. f,u ast chicken and a loaf of bree in i

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full view and I grabbed both and while the surprised old couple stared after me Mr. Fick produced the necessary francs to settle the bill and we flew to our train in one of France’s fleetest taxicabs. The pin feathers on that chicken were thick and half an inch long, but we “skun” it and besides, when one is really and truly hungry, what’s'a few pin feathers, more or less? It’s an au re voir France, now, and bonjeur Switzerland. Every housewife of experience in this vicinity knows that GERBELLE FLOUR is always reliable, always uniform and always reasonable in price, and that she can get better results on baking day than from any other brand. Ask your grocer for GERBELLE and if he does not have it, send his name to THE GOSHEN MILLING CO. Goshen, Ind B. & 0, Time Table. EAST WEST No. 16,9:46 a.m. No. 11, 6:55 a. m No. 8, 12:59 p. m. No. 15, 4:40 a. m No. 12, 7:31 p. m. No. 17,12:35 p m No. 6, 8:45 p. m.. No. 7, 1 : 56 p. m . No. 6 stops to discharge passen-, gers only. ,

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