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Joe Woods smokes steadily, as Jules Vimont reads from his note-book: "Madame Natalie de Santos arrived in Paris with two young girls, one of whom is at the Sacre-Coeur under the name of Isabel Valois; the other is the child who is visited by Marie Berard, her maid. She is called Louise Moreau." Pere Francois listens to this recital.

John, standing in the lantern of the Basilique du Sacré-Coeur, saw through his glasses the flash of sunlight on the lances of their Uhlans. A shell from one of their great guns could fall in the suburbs of Paris." John's covert glance was now for Madame Lannes. How would the matron who was cast in the antique mold of Rome take such news?

Pupil of Bonnassieux and Falguière. The principal works of this artist are "Diana Surprised," in marble; "Saint Hubert," in the church of the Sacré-Coeur; the same subject for a church in Canada; "The Virgin," a commission from the Government, in the church at Poissy; "Jeanne d'Arc," at Mousson; the monument to Émile Augier, the commission for which was obtained in a competition with other sculptors; and many busts and statuettes.

Are you working hard, Amedee? What do you say? He was first and assisted at the feast of St. Charlemagne! So much the better! Jules, did you send the six chandeliers and the plated pyx and the Stations of the Cross, Number Two, to the Dames du Sacre-Coeur d'Alencons? What, not yet? But the order came three days ago! You must hurry, I tell you!

"Why so?" asked Modeste of the pretty young girl who had lately left the Sacre-Coeur. "The great poet," said the pious duchess making a sign to her daughter to be silent "left Madame de Chaulieu without a letter for more than two weeks after he went to Havre, having told her that he went there for his health "

From Sacré-Coeur one turns to the left around the board fence which, it would seem, will always hedge in this unfinished monument of pious Catholics; still turning to the left, through the Place du Tertre, in which one must not be stayed by the pleasant sight of the Montmartroises bourgeoises eating petite marmite in the open air, one arrives at the Place du Calvaire.

They have two children, the usual size of French families, though About has seven "toute une famille anglaise," as Madame About remarked to me whether with pride or in a half-ashamed happiness I did not discover. The Taines live handsomely in the midst of the Faubourg St. Germain, in a house whose windows have a clear view of the Hôtel des Invalides across the gardens of the Sacre-Coeur.

Already the weltering roofs of Paris were in sight, to the right, the Eiffel Tower spearing up like a fairy pillar of gold lace-work, the Seine looping the cluttered acres like a sleek brown serpent, the Sacre-Coeur a dream-palace of opalescent walls. Versailles broke the horizon to port and slipped astern. Paris closed up, telescoped its panorama, became a mere blur, a smoky smudge.

Are you working hard, Amedee? What do you say? He was first and assisted at the feast of St. Charlemagne! So much the better! Jules, did you send the six chandeliers and the plated pyx and the Stations of the Cross, Number Two, to the Dames du Sacre-Coeur d'Alencons? What, not yet? But the order came three days ago! You must hurry, I tell you!

Unfortunately for this delightfully picturesque old town, its graceful Cathedral has, in the grand new church of Sacre-Coeur, a double. But "As moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine," is the second self, the never to be obliterated shadow of the first and far more beautiful church.