Recently the Abbe Loubiere, priest at the towering Church of the Sacre Coeur, Mpntmartre, Paris, passed the turnstile of the funicular railway which ascends the mont, sat down on a hard bench in one of the funicular cars, beamed with approbation upon three U. S. women who were already seated on the bench.
The motorman opened a valve, admitting water to the mechanism which works the railway. Gently jolting, the car moved perpendicularly up the cliff, atop which is perched the glorious white marble Sacre Coeur. Courteous, the Abbe Loubiere pointed out the...
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