At 5:30 o'clock in the morning, an hour before the earth had turned to kiss the first faint rays of sunlight, a man was awakened in Paris.
A priest advanced—"I mock religion," cried the man. "I don't want the aid of priests. If I am going to hell I will know it soon. ... But you, Monsieur l'Abbé—you're a good sort—I like you." They embraced.
A drink was offered him. He refused. Turning to his would-be Good Samaritan, he said: "You've been a better man than the President of the Republic"
A few moments later the...