Rising above the blue border of the sky, slowly and majestically, a new sun was beaming.

On its face stood Paul Guidon, in a dress of glistening whiteness.

The dress was after the pattern of that of an Indian chief.
Out of his right shoulder rose a red cross slanting slightly outward, on the top of which stood an angel slightly inclining foreward.

In his right hand he held a wreath made of flowers most pure and white, inside of which in letters of light blue, was the word Love.

Out of his left shoulder, in the same direction, rose a staff of deep blue, to which was attached a drooping silver flag crossed with bars of gold.