

Photo and copyright by Underwood & Underwood 

 I,ATE AFTERNOON ON A BEAUTIFUL ROAD NOT FAR FROM PARIS 



"And the roads — royal highways, smooth as floors, bordered by endless processions of 

 trees, as carefully tended and trimmed as if they were in a park. Like gaunt sentinels, they 

 point out the road and its direction as far as the eye can reach, and rival in their erect 

 precision the troops for whom the roads were originally built." 



symmetrical turrets, and cassetted ceil- 

 ings. 



But deeper than all these lies our in- 

 terest in the lonely tower of the city's 

 former defenses, where Joan of Arc was 

 tried for her life — and lost. The great, 

 cone-topped cylinder is rugged and stal- 

 wart, a perfect — restored — picture of a 

 defensive tower of medieval times, with 

 its wooden hoardings and machicola- 

 tions. Nearby slabs, in the pavement and 

 upon the wall of the Old Market, mark 

 the spot where the heroic maid paid for 

 her patriotism by passing through the 

 fire. And upon the hill of Bon Secours, 



beyond the city, a huge memorial to her 

 crowns the height and looks down upon 

 the silver-bosomed Seine. 



BETWEEN ROUEN AND PARIS ON THE 

 SEINE 



In great arcs the river sweeps away to 

 right and left past rich bottom-lands, 

 checkered with cool, tender greens and 

 warm russet browns. A whole archi- 

 pelago of lovely little islands, seven of 

 them, flecks the burnished mirror of the 

 stream. Bushily they raise their green 

 heads of balsamy pines and lacy poplars 

 against the sky in delicate silhouettes, 



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