At sundown, heralds in parti-colored livery tilted silver trumpets, blew sweetly toward the dusky sky. From the Sacred Heart Church, 3,000 Roman Catholics-priests, nuns, altar-boys ringing bells, laity bearing bright banners and lighted candles began moving in a long procession through the flower-decked streets. In the midst of the procession was the Blessed Sacrament (to Catholics, the real presence of God), borne in a monstrance under a silken canopy by vested priests. As darkness fell, the marchers reached the end of their two-mile route, the gardens of the old von Schrenk estate. There, before an altar, a priest raised...
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