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THE CATACOMBS.

line, with here mid the;o a pointed ar- j ml tch, and called aloud for help, till my row- That Ik the dew to thocaUcotnha. voice waa utterly exhausted. Surely I “Behold m-wi ll, i So long «a we fcJlow that w* ore gafe." , must have been mimed, aud a search

\\ o soou came upon th* relics of the must be guinic <m for mt£ AIai! alma! no

dead. The gxlleriea through which we „ne reepunded to my call. No footsteps |iameil. about nine feet in height. were hot my own echoed through those dis-

fllght to walled on either side with human lamps, uuj paUcrles.

pil'd up as regularly as lade* in a whob- Rut now a new craring amailed me— hale drapers, ami arranged with that ar- thirst, mure cruel than hunger, Iju k of tistic t.u-te which the French dlajday in water kills quicker i>i«n hwk of food. I all they do. nu longer thought of escaping from my

The walls of lames were surmounted living grave. My only cry was for water,

by a ghastly cornice of grinning skulls, wati-r! But this want was soon supplied. The mortal remains of millions of bn- The sacrifice of a few more matches reman la-ing* were lu-re gathered from the vealed to me a little stream exuding from , old cemeteries of Paris when necessity ; the walls. 1 glued my lips to it, and compelled the dead to give way to the though the flavor was nauseous, yet ; living. - * - * -

j The Cemetery of the Innocents, that

The 8th of November. 1873. must for- of St. Mtdaro. of St. Laurent gnd oth- . per remain memorable in the record of 1 cr* have contributed their quota. Here tnv life. It was the last day on which the bone of tire-late and prince, duke and visiters were permitted to descend into !*«■. lay side by side with those of ]*■**- the catarnmbs of Paris, and I had with ant and proletarian, thief and rag pickgreat difficulty procured pennisdon from er. Equality and fraternity! These the chief engineer for a small party, con- ! words were fully realized in this gloomy

■listing of three gentlemen and three la- ’ mausoleum.

dies (all English), a professional guide | All the skulls and bohes ore of a dark and myself to make the subterranean ' mahogany color, for years and years pilgrimage. To my companions I have have [lasted since they were dollied with

stated word for word what I am about flesh.

to write, and they are ready, if my nar- At intervals there are marble tablets,

rative is challenged, to verify those jior- with inscriptions in Latin, French, glisli knight*. Covered with wounds, he lions of which they are cognizant by j Greek. Norse and otherjanguages, gath- asked his squire for water, but water affidavit or otherwise. ered from the works of preachers aud l was not to he had. “Drink thy blood 1 shall now proceed to relate what hap- : poets, speaking of the vanity of human j Beatunanoirr was (he reply of tho pened. without attempting any cmbcl- i pursuits, the worthlessneas of wealth, ! squire, and “Boire ton sang, Beaumulisluiieiit. letting the plain facts apeak,| the certainty of death, tho hojx! of inx- ' noir," iK-came afterward the motto of for themselves. And.first.it is nis>-s-* mortality. Atone i».int of our pilgrim- the family. Before I dic<l I could open dwell for one moment on a little i age wo came U> a chapel, with the altar a vein with my knife, and imitate the incident which has an iuii>ortant lioar- surrounded by the silent but eloquent example of the gallant Paladin. will be Mon hereafter. A few memorials of bmnanity. Miles of the | But first I would make a dnqieratc atduys Is-fore 1 had seen a little old wo- I dead! How emphatic the lesson this i tempt to find an outlet. Every match man feeding the English sparrows in the spectacle conveyed! had now Ixcn burned, and! had to work Tuileries garden. She broke up a loaf ; To the right and left innumerable gal- i fa utter darknesa. Frenzied anddetqierOf bread, tlirew the (Tumlsi into the air. leries branch'd off. access lating debartvd , ate. I rushol from gallery to gallery, the timid things caught them fly- - by iron chains drawn across the eu- leaping the chains whore they impeded as they do instda. jThey were so trances. my progress. At last I thought 1 encounm they would eat ont of" the god j 1 liad lingered a little behind my party | tend a current of fresh air. I seized

never in the heat of summer had a golvlet of iced champagne been more deli-

rious to my palate!

How long a time I passed in my dismal prison house it is impossible to say. Days, nigflts—who can measure them under such cireumstanccal Finally I had exhausted my last crumb, and starvation stared me in my face. How could * now sustain life? Oddly enough 1 just then remembered the legend of the Be-au-Beaumanoir was a gallant French character of tho olden time, who, single handed, contended with a score of En-

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north of the Tuileries, and lodges far to tho south: yet she never fails to visit the gardens, and spore a loaf of her daily

bread to her feathered pets.

Now 1 had. planned a visit to the gardens on Nov. b to try my band at the birds, and had provided myself with two Mnall loaves of bread, for which 1 gave ten centimes. I calculated tliat I

should have

fore tho

what 1 conjectured to he a thigh Kino projecting from a pile of them and gave

it a wrench.

In an instant a moss of bones and skulls gave way, and rolled down on mo in a thundering avalanche, 'while a voice exclaimed, “The intruder who invades the sanctuary of tho dead shall perish

by the dead!"'

The horror of the catastrophe overwhelmed me. and I lost my consdous-m-ss. When I recovered I was lying in my 1**1 in tho Grand hotel, with tho

the Catacombs. Various matters, how- j had magiutiz-'l me. I was certain of it 1 sun shining on the glass gallery opposite ever, delayed me, and I had to give up ' now, for though I was anxiously desirous ; my window. There was Aytap at my tliis part of tho programme, but I kept of following my party I could not resist door. I sprang up, opened ithq^admitthe bread in the pocket of my overcoat, his command. 1 led my traveling companion, meaning to bestow it on some beggar in- • He led mo away down the joasage. and * “Well, old fellott" said be, “hoW did stead of the sparrows. i thence into other side passages, winding you sleep after a# visit to the CAtaWo started at 12:30 from tho Grand ! and turning. I lifted my torch to the combs yesterday;" hotel, and drove rapidly to the Barricre | ceiling, and saw to my dismay that there ! •’YesterdayY’ I echoed.

have taken me under his pro-

tection and patronage.

“I can show you something these hireling guides know nothing about," he said, “for I alone know the secrets of the

Catacombs."

Ho lifted one of the chains which crossed the mouth of a side gallery from the staples, aud moving down the Jiaas-

enough to do this K*- i age turned and said, “Follow me!" to drive us to ! I have said that this mysterious living

d'Eufer and alighted in a courtyard, where we found two or three hundred persons waiting for tho opening of tho low browed door which gives aeccw to tho catacombs in that quarter of the city. There are about seventy different staircases for the same purpose scattered through Paris. Here each )ierson was provided with a candle fixed in the end of a pine stick, with a small circle of cardboard to serve as a tray and catch the drops of grease. Each gkido funned his party into angle file, auaenjoined the meuiK-rs to keep together, a&iLlo be very careful of their footing as nicy went down into the dark depths below) Now here occurred the firdt strange incident of this memorable day. A man joined our party wearing the dress of the Undertaken.' company—that is, a cocked hat like the first Napoleon's, a black cost trimmed with silver lace, high boots and a black overcoat with a large cape. He was very thin, and his clothes hung about him Ukc a shroud on

a skeleton.

1 shall never forget his face as he turned and looked at me. The skin was like parchment, tho cheeks hollow and the eyes luminous and deep set in cavernous orbits. The look he gave me thrilled to the very marrow of my bones, aud when be saw the effect it produced he smiled, disclosing a set of yellow teeth, with an expression so sinister, so weird, so fatal, and yet so sad. that I could not help saying to myself, “This is Death!" I was so overcome that I could not challenge his assumed right of -joining our party. In a word, he had completely magnetised and paralyzed me. What was strange, from time to time a lady of our party turned and chatted with me, apparently unconscious of the black figure and terrible face intruded And again, when tho guide counted aloud lie called out five—the number

were no black lines, no guiding arrows on tho roof. In this crisis my will began

to reassert itself.

“Take me luck to my lurty instantly." Instead of doing so tbo stranger snatched my candle from my hand, ex- ' tinguished it with a breath—he carried no light himself—and flung me from him ' with such violence that I stumbled an 1

fell.

As I rose to my feet I heard his voice in the distance calling out, “Strange things have happened in tho Cata^imb*. sir. Find your way out of them if you can. Good-night.” “Stay!" 1 exclaimed in agony. “Do not leave me here to perish! Save me. if you have the heart of a man!" “I never listen to prayer or appeal," be replied, with his hideous, sneering laugh. “I am intilavi as death." Aud tho echoes gave back the awful word—death! till a more dreadful scene

followed.

I was alone in darkness, aliandoned to the most horrible fate the imagination can picture. What was to be done? What could lie done in such a terrible crisis? My I arty would miss me, it is true, and a search would be made for ine; but a regiment of men might seek for days in this maze of labyrinthine galleries without success. I must try and help myself. I remembered that I had in my Iiocket two boxes of waxed matches, each one of which would burn ten or twenty seconds. I lighted one, and by its feeble light ascertained where I wan. I was in one of the galleries of the quarries, aud just beside me yawned a hlayk abyiw of unknown deptlr.iato which a single unwary step might have precip-

itated me.

By keeping close to the wall I could

avoid this and similar pitfalls.

had the nightmare."

“But how did I escaper I asked. “Escape? What do yon mean by escaping; You rode homo in the carriage

with me and the ladies."

“But that undertaker who tlirust him-

self into our party;"

“There was no undertaker, my hoy. Yon must have been dreaming." “Not at all. unless I was dreaming

wide awake."

“People sometimes do that." “Y'ou did not observe anything, queer about me in the Catacombs?” “Not at alL I thought you were unusually lively and wide awake." Then I told him my story ns 1 have re-

lated it.

He abook his bead. “Queer things have happened in the Catacombs, sir." he said, “to quote the words of your mysterious friend, philosopher and guide. But I wouldn't advise you to let j'our fancies run away with you. for there is a place near Paris called Charenton —a madhouse — and when a fellow gets too queer in his upper story his friends fed obliged to pack film in a strait jacket, and send him down there for medical treatment. Don't imjwse the unpleasant task on me. And now come aud breakfast with us at tho

Cafe Anglais."

This is the way in which the strangest occurrence* of life are treated by our matter-of-fact friends. For my part 1 shall always insist that my visit to the Catacombs was one of the “Mysteries of Paris." whatever others may say about my laboring under an hallucination.—

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alluded. Was I mad? In this perturbed state of mind 1 began the descent of the

catacombs.

The stone staircase was spiral, coiling down liken petrified serpent, along walls slimy and humid. We had lighted our candles, but the change from tho glare of daylight to this cavernous gloom prevented our seeing anything, and we had to grope our perilous wgy. Suddenly an icy whisper, wafted Am a poisonous breath, entered my ear like a poniard. "Strange things have happened in the catacombs, sir. The dead resent intrusion on the last noting place given them after tho world has violated their first sanctuary. Sometime* they insist on the living sharing their hard bed with them. Some men who have come down here have never seen the pleasant light of day again.” "I believe, sir," 1 replied, in as.indifferent a tone as I could azrame, "that owing to the precautions of the authorities no such accidents hare occurred of

late years."

“I am glad you think so," was the reply, followed by a sneering, Mcphisto pbehan laugh—what the French call riA dead silence fell upon our party. We.

were walking steadily onwaifl, .same- : this I felt sleepy.

i in,** walking on loose planks, our self to find that I was nodding. So I weights sending up jets of water, but spread my thick cloak on the floor, and generally on a dry and solid stone path-1 wrapping myself up in it was soon fast

way. j asleep.

The guide held up his flaring torch to I 1 cannot tell how long my slumber the low ceiling. lasted. I woke, however, to renew my . “Observe," he zaid, “that broad, black struggles at escape. 1 lit match after

would lie utterly impossible. My brain reeled, and 1 was on the very verge of madnesii. if not past it, when I realized Oie fact that I was lost in the Cat-

acombs.

But a few boars since I was in the full enjoyment of health and life, sharing the gsyetios of Paris, anticipating no evfl, and now to die of starvation in this horrible cavern! I thought of home and its dear on«, my comfortable house in Bedford square, my peaceful occupation there, my books, my, easel, my jihoto-

graphic apparatus.

Why did the sjarit of adventure tempt me away from all the blessings that Providence vouchsafed to me. to wonder in foreign lands? Then my whole life passed in review before me. with its many vicissitudes, its sins of omission and- commission, and the faces of the loved and lost came to me with the smiles and tears of tho olden time' After hoars of fruitless wandering 1 sat down exhausted and hopclcOf. I was almost surprised to find myself hungry. Then I remembered the bread I hsd provided for the little birds in the Tuileries garden. I took one of the small loaves and swallowed a few mouthfuls. The reader will be surprised to learn that after

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Mr. Cockey drew a pod from a drawer in his desk, and taking a lead pencil in each hand he wrote the reporter's name toward the left with the left band, and toward the right with the right

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