ak--

"Margot--p'tite Truite--"...

Thus, after six and forty years of silence, Love spoke once; that Love,
greater than State and Church because it is the foundation of both, and
without it neither could exist; that Love--co-eval with all life, the
Love which defies time, sustains absence, glorifies loss--remains, thank
God! a deathless legacy to the toiling Race of the Human, and, because
deathless, triumphant in death.

It triumphed now....

The ponderous crash of the derrick followed by the screams of the two
boys, brought the quarrymen, the women and children, rushing in
terrified haste from their evening meal. But when they reached the spot,
and before Champney Googe, running over the granite slopes, as once
years before he ran from pursuing justice, could satisfy himself that
his boy was uninjured, at what a sacrifice he knew only when he knelt by
the prostrate form, before Jim McCann, seizing a lever, could shout to
the men to "lift all together," the life-blood ebbed, carrying with it
on the hurrying out-going tide the priest's loving undaunted spirit.

* * * * *

All work at the quarries and the sheds was suspended during the
following Saturday; the final service was to be held on Sunday.

All Saturday afternoon, while the bier rested before the altar in the
stone chapel by the lake shore, a silent motley procession filed under
the granite lintel:--stalwart Swede, blue-eyed German, sallow-cheeked
Pole, dark-eyed Italian, burly Irish, low-browed Czechs, French
Canadians, stolid English and Scotch, Henry Van Ostend and three of the
directors of the Flamsted Quarries Company, rivermen from the Penobscot,
lumbermen from farther north, the Colonel and three of his sons, the
rector from The Bow, a dignitary of the Roman Catholic Church from New
York, the little choir boys--children of the quarrymen--and Augustus
Buzzby, members of the Paulist Order, Elmer Wiggins, Octavius Buzzby
supporting old Joel Quimber, Nonna Lisa--in all, over three thousand
souls one by one passed up the aisle to stand with bared bowed head by
that bier; to look their last upon the mask of the soul; to render, in
spirit, homage to the spirit that had wrought among its fellows,
manfully, unceasingly, to realize among them on this earth a
long-striven-for ideal.

Many a one knelt in prayer. Many a mother, not of English tongue,
placing her hand upon the head of her little child forced him to kneel
beside