Saturday, August 17, 2024

Chap 36 - Purse of Gold

  
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In Chapter 36 , Bernadette is persistently questioned by various people about her visions. Despite the family's poverty, they consistently refuse offers of money, showcasing their disinterestedness. A mysterious stranger attempts to give them a purse full of gold, but Bernadette and her parents firmly reject it, maintaining their integrity. The episode highlights the skepticism and challenges Bernadette faces, as well as her steadfastness in the face of both temptation and doubt.

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THE honorable M. Jacomet, in the meanwhile, seemed to be annoyed with himself for not having surprised the imposture in the very act, and crushed the growing superstition by his own personal exertions.  He racked his brains to guess the answer to the enigma, for he began to see clearly, from the very demand made by the Curé of Lourdes, that the Clergy had nothing to do with the matter.  He had, therefore, only the little girl and her parents to deal with.  He never for a moment doubted, that somehow or other, he would settle the affair to his satisfaction. 
When Bernadette chanced to make her appearance on the street, the crowd eagerly pressed round her:  at every step she was stopped by some one, and every one wished to hear from her mouth the details of the Apparition.  Several persons, among others M. Dufo, an advocate and one of the eminent men of the place, sent for her and asked her numerous questions.  They did not resist the secret power which the living Truth imparted to her words.
Many persons repaired in the course of the day to the house of the Soubirous to hear Bernadette’s account of the affair.  She submitted with all simplicity and complaisance to these incessant interrogations, and it was plain that, from that time forth, she considered it her peculiar office and duty to bear witness to all that she had seen and heard.
In a corner of the room in which visitors were received, there was a little shrine adorned with flowers, medals and holy images, and surmounted by a statue of the Virgin, which gave it an appearance of luxury and attested the piety of the family.  All the rest of the chamber showed signs of the most wretched destitution;  a pallet-bed, a few rickety chairs, and a miserable table, comprised all the furniture of the dwelling in which crowds came to learn the splendid secrets of heaven.  The majority of visitors were struck and touched by the sight of such extreme indigence stamped on everything, and could not resist the pleasing temptation of leaving these poor people some present,—some trifling alms.  This, however, the child and her parents invariably refused so peremptorily, that they could not press anything on them.
Many among these visitors were strangers to the town.  One of the latter came to the house one evening at the hour when the throng of visitors had subsided, and there only remained a neighbor or a relation of the family sitting at the fireside.  He carefully interrogated Bernadette, desiring her not to omit the slightest detail, and appearing to take an extraordinary interest in the child’s narration.  Every moment he displayed his enthusiasm and faith by the most tender exclamations.  He congratulated Bernadette on having received so great a favor from heaven, and then compassionated the want of which he saw around him with many remarks.
“I am rich,” said he;  “allow me to assist you.”  He placed on the table a purse, which he half opened, showing that it was full of gold.
A flush of indignation mantled Bernadette’s countenance.
“I do not wish for anything, Sir,” she exclaimed.  “Take it back!” 
And she pushed the purse, which had been placed on the table, towards the unknown gentleman.
“It is not for you, my child, it is for your parents, who are in want, and you cannot hinder me from succoring them.”
“We do not wish to have anything, nor Bernadette either!” exclaimed her parents.
“You are poor,” continued the stranger, insisting in his offer.  “I have put you out of your way, and I take an interest in you.  Is it from pride that your refuse me?”
“No, Sir;  we do not want anything.  Take back your gold.
The unknown took back his purse and left the house, with an expression of much annoyance on his countenance.
Where did this man come from, and who was he?  Was he a compassionate benefactor or a crafty tempter?  We know not.  The police arrangements were so excellent at Lourdes, that perhaps M. Jacomet, more fortunate in this respect than ourselves, knew the secret, and could solve the riddle better than any one else.
If, then, by one of those accidents which sometimes occur in matters of police, the cunning Commissary heard that very evening the details of this sene between Bernadette and this mysterious stranger, he must have realized that snares and temptations were as useless against this extraordinary child as captious questions and violent threats had already proved.  The difficulties attending the unravelling of this affair increased for this man, who was yet so superlatively shrewd and so expert in merely human matters.  If he had been surprised at the complete impossibility of producing the slightest contradiction in Bernadette’s recital, he was plunged into a state of absolute stupor by her disinterestedness and the firmness she had displayed in rejecting a purse full of gold.
Such conduct would have been easily explained in the mind of the sagacious Commissary had not the demand of some visible proof, of a miracle, of the impossible blossoming of the wild rose, which the Curé had made, proved, beyond a shadow of doubt, that the Clergy were not lurking behind the youthful Seer.  But Bernadette and her parents, left to their own resources, poor, in distress, wanting for bread, and still not deriving any profit from the popular enthusiams and credulity—this was a thing altogether inconceivable.
Had the little girl invented the imposture merely to make herself talked about?  But, to say nothing of the fact that there appeared little probability of such an ambition in the mind of a little shepherdmaid, what explanation could be offered for the indefeasible unity of her narration and her disinterestedness, which extended even to the members of her family, who were all extremely poor, and, consequently, sorely tempted to turn the blind credulity of the multitude to their own advantage.
M. Jacomet was not the man to flinch because the case was attended with some insoluble objections, and he confidently awaited the turn of events, little doubting that a triumph was in store for him, which would only be rendered more glorious from the fact that at first it had been beset with difficulties and obstacles.



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