jsinfTr TfiE 1ANCASTEK DAILY rNTEIXIGEXCEB. 8ATttRIAf;, m, i- ri.. . -... t' l ( -X e. - "ir i !. f il'i .." i'jl't' ' tf,.2 l r -' .- Ll '..'", "UV ;; 27 1880. ?'?' K.ti -- yj -a. -j rA BEBEE; TWO LimE WOODEN SHOES 1 "0U1DA CHAPTElt L Bebco sprang out of bud at daybreak. She wat 1(1 It seemed te be a very wonderful thing te be ai much as that 10 a woman quite. A cock was crewing under her lattice. He ald hew old you nrul hew old you anil every tline he sounded his clarion. She eHned llie lattlcenud wished htm geed day, with a laugh. Unas se pleasant te be woke by hlin and te think that no oue iu nil tbe world could ever call ene a child any mera Tbore was a kid bleating In tbe shed. Thcre was a thrush singing in tbe dunk of the syeuuioi-e leaves. Thcre was a calf lewiug te its mother auay thcre beyend the fence Thcre nere dreamy mullleil belli ringing hi the dLstnncu from many steeples and belfries wheru the city vrus, they all said ene thing "Hew geed it U te be go old as that hew geed, hew very geed I" llebce w as very pretty. Ne ene In nil Urubnnt ever denied that. Te leek at her It seemed ns If the had be lived among the (lowers thut khe had grown lllte them, and only looked a bigger blo&em that was nil. tihe were two llttle wooden show and a little cotton cap, and a gt ay Llttle linen hi summer, sorge in winter; but llie little feet hi the shoes wet e like iximj leaves, and the cap was at whlte ns u lily, mid the gray klrtle was lil.e the lurk of thu bough that tbe npple bWeiu pai ts, and pue out of, te blush hi the sun. The flowers hail been the only goduiethcrs khe lieil ever hud, uuil fairy godmothers, tee. TheiitdiignliLiiiiid the sunflowers had given her their i Ipe, rich geld te tint her hair; the lupliKuud hioes had lent their nure te her eyes, the iiie&hCm buili liui) mede her pretty mouth, the i inn llllej had uncut led ttiilr softness for her skin, and tlie liuie blossoms hail git en her their frank, fresh, Innocent f i ngrance. The winds had blown, and the rains had tallied, mid tliObiin had shoue en her, indeed, n:nl hud warmed the whiteness of her limbs, but they had only given te her body and her soul u hardy, breoze blown freshness llke that of u field cowslip. Sbe hud never beeu called anything but lichee. Oue summer day Antolne Macs a French subject, but a Uelgtun by adoption mid habit, mi old man who get bis monger living by tilt ing tbe garden plot about his hut mid helling Dewers hi llie city squares Antolne, going into I)rushel4 for his day's trade, lied seen a pray bimdlu nentlng among the water lilies In the lilt of wuter near his hut and hud hooked It out te laud, and found n year old child (u It, left te drown, no doubt, but saved by the lilies, mid l.uighlug gleefully at fnte. Seuie laee worker, blind with the lain of tell, or souie pea-.itit woman harder of heart than thu esen in her jeke, had left It thcre te drift away te death, net reckoning for the Inwurd ripploef tlie current ei- teitghnced of the Illy leave mid stems. Old Antolne took It te his w Ife, and the wife, a childless and nged soul, begged leuie te keep It; and the two oer lonely, slmple folks grew te care for the homeless, mother less thing, neil they and the wople about all called It Ik' bee only llebce. The church get at It and added te It a saint's name, but for nil IU little world It lo le mahicd Uebce Oeboe when it trotted no higher tluu the i-ed carnation heads Ilcbue when Its yellow curls touched us high as the luvendtr bush liobee en this proud day when the thrush's wing und the cock's crew found her 10 ears old. Old Autotue's hut steed In a llttle atch of garden ground with a brier hodge ull round it, In tint byway which lies between I.aeU-n mid llruisels, In the hcai t of flat, gieen lira bant, wliere thcre are beautiful meadows and tall, flowering hedge.), mid forest lix-es nud fein nihil ditches, mid a little piece of water, deep mid cool, wliere the swam sail nil day long, mid the sihery willow dip and snay with the wind. Turn nslde fi em the highway, und thcre it lies today, and all the place brims ever with gruss, and boughs, nnd blossoms, and flower lngj)Ouns, nmlwlld (Urg roses; and there are a few cottages and cabins thcie near the pretty water, and farther there Is mi old church, sacred te St. Outdo; ami beyond go tbegrcvn level country and the endless wheat field, und the old mills with their ml salld against the sun; and beyond all these the jiale blue, sea llke horizon of the plains of Flanders. It was a pretty llttle hut, pink all ever llke a tea shell, In the fashion that the Nether landers loie; nud Its two llttle square lattice weredaik with creeping plants mid big rtbO buahes, uud its reef, be low that jeu could touch it, was golden nnd green with all the lichens luid stoneworU that tire kuewu en eartli. Here Beboe grew from year te year; nnd seen learned te be big enough and hardy enough te tle up bunches of stocks and pints for the market, mid then te cairy a basket for herself, trotting by Anteinu's side along thegieen roadway and Inte the white, wide streets; and In th6 market the buyers most often of all when they were jeutig mothers would seek out the little golden head mid the beautiful frank Llue eyes, mid buy IJo IJe IJo bee's lilies and carnations whether they wanted them or net. Se that old Macs ut.il te cress himself nnd say that, tliunks te Our Lilly, trnde was thrices stirring sitice thq little oue had stretched out her rosy flngen with the flowers. All the same, hew ever stln lug trade might beln summer, when the long winters came and the Mentagnu de la Cour wasiishair sloie of ice, and the pinnacles of St. Ouduk were nil frosted whlte witli snow, mid the het house deners nlone could fill the market, and the count! y gardens w ere bitter black wind swept dcaolatlens whcie the chilly roots hud died thcnviehea together under ground, like homeless children In a cellar, then the mono; gained in the tinie of leaf and blossom wasnij aeded te buy black leaf und fagot of weed; auJ man a day iu the llttle pink hut Bcbee rulled herself up In icr lied llke a dormouse, te forget in sleep that she was Eupperlcta and as cold ns a frex-n robin. Se that wheu Autuuie Macs glow sick and iliid, moie from age and weakness tlian nny ixnl disease, tln.re wcte euly a few diver crowns hi the brown jug hidden In the thatch, and the hut itself, with its wUb of ground, was all that he could leate te Bebee. "Llie In it, little oue, and Uke nobeily In it te worry you, and lw geed te the bird and the goat, und by sure, te keep tlie flowers blowing," said the oil man with his last breath, an 1 sobbing her heart out by Ids bed side, lWrnt towed te de Ids bidding. Bhe win, net quite feui ttvn then, and when she luul laid her old friend te rest hi the rough green grnioyardnlieut St Gulde she was very ni row ful uud lonely oer llttle bright IWiee, who had neier hardly known a wuim wee than te run the thorns of the luses into hir lingers, or te cry because a tin uh v,.-u found starved te death In the snow Itelo went home mid ml down In a corner and thought. The hut w as her own, and her ewu the llttle green triangle just then crowded with its May day bliem In all the colors of the rain bow She was te llie hi it, and ueier let the flowers dle se he lud said, geed, rough old ugly Antolne Maes, who hed been te her ai father, mother country, kiuz and law. Th MM Wtt lAMHi. Through the llttle snutsre of tbe kttk tfa could nelfaa great talka opening In thegrMri and a bough of the ppW trre swaying In tbe wind. A chaffinch clung te the tough and swung te and fro ringing. The deer steed open, with the bread, blight day beaming through; anil Debee's little world emtie streaming In with It the world which dwelt te the half dexen oettagta that fringed thU green lane of hen like leaver' ncsta pushed out under the leaves en te the water's edge. They came, some ds or eight of them, nil women; trim, clean, plain Brabant rammnts, bard working, kindly of nature and shrewd In their own dniple matter; people who Ulaml In tlie field nil the day long, of worked tbeauel vc blind ever the loco pUlewi In the city. "Yeu are loe young te Hte alone, Bobeo," said tlie lint of them. "My old mother shall ceuw ami keep heuse for you." "Nny Iwtter come and llre with me, Bo Be Bo bee,,'iald the second. "1 will give you bit and drop, and clothing, tee, for the right te your plot of ground." "That U te cheat her," said Uie third. "Hark here, llebce; my sister, who I a lone woman, as you knew well, (hall coma and bide with you, and ask you nothing nothing at all only you slinll Just glve her a crust, Jierhaps, nnd a few flowers te sell sometimes." "Ne, no," said the fourth, "that will net da Yeu let me have the garden nnd tlie hat, Itcbns, mid my sons shall till the place for you, nnd 1 will live .with you myself, nnd leavothe beyiithe cabin ee you will have all the gain, de you net see, dear little oiieT "ITjhl" said the fifth, stouter nnd better clothed than the rest. "Yeu nre all eager for your own geed, net for bcrs. New I Father FrnucU says we should all de as we would be dena by 1 will tnke Beboe te live with me, all for nothing; and we will root the flowers up and plant It with geed cabbages nnd pota toes and salad pliitita And I will stable my cows In tbe hut te sweeten It after a dead man, and I will take my chance of making money out of It, nnd no ene can speak mera fair than that when ene sees what weather Is, and think what Insccta de; and all the year round, winter ami summer, Bo Be Bo bee here will want for nothing, and have te take no enre for herself whatever. " She who sjioke, Mcre Krebs, was the licst te de woman In the llttle lane, hai ing two cows of her ewu and earrings of solid silicr, and a green cart, and a big deg that took the milk Inte UrusscU. She was hcaiil, therefore, with respect, and a short sllence followed her words. But It was very short; and a hubbub of voices croshed each ether after It a the speak ers grew hotter against ene another nnd mere eager te convlnce each ether of the dls InteresteditcHi mid delicacy of their offers of aid. Through It all Bcbee cat quite quiet en the cilgoef the little truekle lied, with her eyes fixed en thoapple bough and the singing chaf llnclt She heard them all patiently. They were all her geed friends, friends old and true. This ene had given her cherries a scere of summers. The ether had brought her a little wuien Jesus at the Kermcsse. The old woman In the blue linen skirt had taken her te her first communion. Rhe who w anted her sister te have tlie crust and the flowers, hud brought her u beautiful (tainted book of hours that hed cost a whele franc. Anether had given her the solitary wonder, travel nud foreign feast of her whele Ufa a day llftceit miles awuy at the fair at Mechlin. The last speaker of nil had danced her en Iter Unco a hundred times in babyhood, mid told her legend, and let her ride In the greeu cart behind big, curly coated Tambour. Beboe did net doubt that these trusty old friends meant well by her, and et a certain heavy senie fell en her that In all these coun sels there was net the same whele hearted and frank goednoss that had prompted the gift te her of the waxen Jesus mid the Kcr Kcr tncssuef Mechlin. Beliee did net reason, because she wus tee little n thing nud tee trustful; hut she felt In a vngue, soirewful fashion that they were all of them trying te make soma benefit out Of her ioer llttle hcritnge w Ith small regard for herself nt the root of their speculations. Bi-liee ivm a child, wholly a child, body and soul weiu lieth as frch In her as a golden crocus just iKirit out of the snows. Hut she was net u llttle feel, though ioeplo some times called her 60 becjusu she would sit hi tlie mementa of her leisure with her blue eyes ou the far away clouds Uke a thing In n dream. She heard them patiently till the cackle of shrill voices had exhausted Itself, and the six women steel en the sunny mud fleer of the hut eyciii.-j each ether witli venomous glances; for though they were geed neighbors nt all limes, cjch, iu this matter, was hungry for the udvnntages te lie get out of old Antolne'g plot of ground. They were very peer; they toiled in llie scorched or frez.cn Acids nil weathen, erspeut from dawn te nightfall teihig ever their cobweb laea; and te save a seu or gain n cnbkige was of moment te them only second te the Leeping of their souls secure of heaven by Lenten mass mid Mister psalm. Bcbee listened te them all, and the tears di led en her checks, and her pretty rosebud llis cm led clese te ene another. "Yeu are very geed, no doubt, all of you," she said at hist. "Hut 1 cannot tell you that I nin thankful, for my heart Is llke a stone, and 1 think It Is net se very much for me as it Is for the hut ttiat you nre quaking. Fer haps It U wrong for me te say te yea, I am wrong, 1 am euro you are nil kind, nnd I run only Bebeo. But you sce he told me te live here and take e.ire of the flowers, and 1 must de It, that U certain. 1 will ask Father Francis, if you wish ; but If he tells me tliat 1 am wrong, as you de, I shall stay here all thosame." And hi answer te their expostulations and condemnation, she only said the same thing ever again always, iu different wenU, but te thu same steadfast purpose, The women clamored about her for an hour In reproach and rebuke, she was a baby indeed, she was a llttle feel, she we3 a uaughty, obstlnute child, she was an ungrateful, willful little creature, w he ought- te be beaten till she w as blue, If only there was anybody that had the right te de It "But there is nobody that has the right," 6ald Bebco, getting ungry nnd standing up right en the fleer, with Anto'ue's old gray cat in her round arms. "He told me te stay here, and he would net have said se if It had been wrong; mid I am old enough te de for m self, and I am net afraid, and who is thore that would hurt me! Oh, jus, go and tell Futher Francis, if jeu like. I de net bclieve he will blame me, but If he de, I must bear It. Hi en If he shut the church deer en me, I will obey Antolne, mid the flowers will knew I nm right, and they will let no evil spirit touch me, for the flowers nre 6treng for that; they talk te the angels In the night." What uve was It toargue with n llttle Idiot like tli Is I Indeed, pc-rants never de argue, they use abu It U their only form of logic. They used It te Beliee, rating her soundly, us beaiine nple who were old enough te he her grandmother, and who knew that tlie hud been I aked out of their en n pond, and had no mera real place In creation than a water rat, as ene might sny. The women wtre kindly, nnd had never thrown this truth ngnlnst her before, und in fact, te be n foundling wus no sort of dhgruce te their sight; but auger U like wiue,and makes the depths of the mind shlne clear, and all the mud that Is hi the depths stink hi the light; and in their wrath nt net sharing Antolne' legncy, the geed teuls said bltUr things that hi calm mementa they would no inore huve lit ten. I than they would haie taken up a knife te slit her thre.it. They talked tlieuiwlws lumrwj with Im patlence ami chajnin, and went liackwardt ever the threshold, their weiIen shoes and their thrill i elccs keeping a clattering chorus. By this tlme It was evening, the sun had geno off the fleer, ami the bird had ilone slug lug. Bibce steed In the tame place, hardening her Uttle heart, while big mid bitter tears swelled into her ejw and fell ou the soft fur of the sleeping cat. She only very vaguely uuderitend why it was iu any beii-w shameful te liive Ucn rakul out of the water llllea likeii drowning (kid mouse, as they had said it niu Shemid Antoiue unci often talked of that summer morning wbeu he bed found her there among the leaiei, und Beboe und he had laughed ei er It gai ly , and she hail been quite proud In her luiim-eut fashion that she boil had a fairy and the flatters for her mother and godmothers, w bich Antolne al ways told her was the cve U-yond nny man lier of doubt, liven Father I'l.mcU, hearing the pretty, harinltia lift Inn, bul net crihvmed Uliiidutv tedhttnrbher ukvisnru In it Uluu a ffXft), cheerful old man, who thought that wee aaJ wtalem both com seen enough te bow ytung shoulders and te silver young curb Without hU Interference. Bebco had alwnys thaugbt It quite a ftne thing te have bwn born of watt lilies, with the tun for her father, and when people fa Brussels bad asked bcr of her parentage, see ing her stand hi the market with a certain leek en her that was net Ilka ether children, had always gravely answered In the purest geed fatUit "My mother was a flower." "Yeu are a flower, at any rate." they would say In return; and Beboe had been al wnys quite content But new she was doubtful; tbe was rather porplexoil than sorrowful. These geed friends of her seemed te soe some new dn about ber. IVrhaps, after all, thought Bcbee, It might have been better tohave had a human mother who would have taken euro of her new that old Antolne was dead, Instead of thorn beautiful, gleaming, cold water hiles which went te sleep en their green velvet lnvls, nnd did net certainly caru when the thorns ran Inte her fingers, or the pebble get Inte her wooden shoes; In seme vngue way, 'disgrace and envy the twin discords of the world touched her Inno cent check with their het breath, nnd ns the evening fell, Bcbee felt very lonely nud a llttle wistful She had beeu always used te run out In the pleasant twilight tlme among the flowers nud wnter them, Antolne filling the can from tlie well; mid the neighbors would ceme nnd lean ngnlnst the llttle tow wall, knitting nnd gossiping, nnd the big dogs, released from banicw, wreuld peke their heads through the wicket for n crust; nnd tbe children would dance and play Celin Mnlllnrd en the given by the itntcr, nud she, when the flowers were no longer thirsted, would Jein than, and romp and dance nnd sing the gayest of thorn alL But new the buckets hung at the bottom of the well, nnd flower hungered In vain, nud the neighbors held nloef, nnd she shut te the hut deer and listened te the rnin which began te fall, and cried herself te sleep In her liny kingdom. When the dawn came the sun rese roil nnd warm ; the gross and boughs spai klcd ; n lark Ring; Bcbee nw oke sad In heart, Indeed, for her lest old friend, but brighter nnd braver. "Each of them wants te get something out of me," thought the child. "Well, I will llve nlone then, nud de my duty just as he said The flowers will nei er let any real barm ceme, though they de leek se Indifferent mid smil ing sometimes, and though net ene of them hung their heads when his ceflln was carried through them yesterday." That went of sympathy In the flowers troubled her. The old man had loved than te well; nnd they had nil looked as glad ns ever, and had laughed saucily In the sun, and net even a rese bud turned the paler ns the peer still stiffened limbs went by hi the wooden shell "1 stipxse Ged cores but I wish they did," cald Beboe, te whom the gai den was morehitclltglblothan iTovldvnce. "Why de you net carol" 6he asked the pinks, shaking tbe rnin drops off their curled rosy pctnls. Tlie pinks leaned bully against their sticks, and seemed te say, "Why should we care for anything, unless a slug be eating ust that is real wee, If you like." Beboe, without her sabots en, wandered thoughtfully among the twect, wet sunlight sunlight cned labyrinths of blossom, her pretty bnre feet trendlug the lint row grussy paths with plcasure in tlielr coolness. "Ile was se geed te you," she said re proachfully te the great gaudy gillyflower nud the Minted sweet poes. "He net er let you knew bent or cold be never let the worm gnaw or the snail harm you he would get up In the dark te see after your wants and when the loe f roze ever j ou, he was there te loosen your chains. Why de jeu net care, nny ene of jeu t" "Hew silly you nrel" said the flowers. "Yeu must be a butterfly or a poet, Beboe, te be as foolish as that. Heme ene will de all he did. We are of market lalue, you knew. Care, Indeed I when the sun is se warm, nnd thcre is net an earwig In the place te treuble us." Tlie flowers were net always se selfish ns this, nud iicrhniN the sorrow hi Bebco's heart made their callousness seem harder than It really was. When we suffer tery much eursches, any thing thut miles In the sun seems cruel a child, a bird, a dragon fly nay, even a flut tering ribbon, or a epenr glass that waves In the ivIiiiL There wus a llttle shrine at the corner of the garden, set Inte the wall, a nlche with n hit of gl.ua and of the Virgin, se battered that no ene could tracenny feature of It. It hed lieeu there for centuries, nnd was held hi gnat tcncratlen, and old Antolne had always cut the choicest buds of his roses and set them In a dclf (Kit In front of It every ether morning nil the sunuin.r long. Dc1ki whose religion was the sweetest, vaguest mingling of (uignn and Christian mytln, mid whose fnlth In fairies mid hi saints unset nctly equal In strength und In Ignomiice Ik-lieu filled the delf wt anew cnrefullj', then knelt down en the turf In that llttle gran corner and prnj ed In devout, hopeful child Hi geed fnlth te the awful unknown I'ewers who were te her only as gctttle guides nnd kindly plaj-mntes. Was she tee familiar w Ith the Hely Mether! She was almost fearful that the wns; but tlie Hely Mether loved (lowers se well, Beliee would net feel aloof from her nor lw afraid "When ene cuts the bctt blossoms for hnr, and tries te be geed nnd neier tells a lie," thought Bclieee, "I nm quite sure, ns she Im es the lilies, that she will never altogether forget me." Se she said te the Mether of Christ, fear lessly, and nothing doubting, mid then rese for her dally work of cutting llie (loners for the market hi Brussels. . By the tlme her beskcta were full, btr fowls fed, her goat feddcied, her starling's cnge denied, her hut deer locked and her wooden shoes clattering en tlie sunny read Inte thecitj', llebce was almost content ngaln, though ei er and again, as she trod the famll hir wnj-s, (he tears dimmed hcrcyes as she lememlicrcd that old Antolne would neter again hobhle eicr the stones bcsli' her. "Yeu are a llttle willful one, and tee young te llve nlone," said Father Francis, meeting her in the Line. But he did net scold her seriously, and she kept te her reselve; nnd the women, who nere geed nt heart, took her back Inte favor aguln;eud se Beliee had her own way, and the fulrles, or the saints, or both tegether, took care of her; nud se It came te pass that all alene tlie beard the cock crew whlle It was dark, and w oke te the grand and amazing truth that this warm, fragrant, dusky June morning found her full 10 j cars old. CHAPTKIl IL The two years had net been all playtime, nny mera than they had lern all summer. When ene lias net father, or mother, or brother, nnd all olio's ft lends liuve Imixly hiend enough for thein-tclvct, life cannot be teiyuuy.iier Its crusts wry many at any tlme. Belxu bad n cherub's mouth, nnd a dream dream er'sejes, and u (xiet's thoughts sometimes In her own untaught nnd tincoustieus fashion. But nil the same she was u little hard work ing Brabant icasant girl, up whlle the birds twitternl In the dark; te hed when the red tun sank hcjend the far blue line of tlie plain.-., she heed, und dug, and watered, and planted her llttle plot, she kept her cabin as clean ns n fresh blossomed prhnrose; she milked her goat, nnd swept her fleer; the sat, all the warm days. In the town, selling her flowers, and In tlie winter tlme, when her garden j lil.lul her nothing, she strained her tight ever lae nuking In the city te get the small bit of feed that tbxxl Ixtweenher ami that hunger whhh te the xxr means death. A hard llfe, tcry hard when hnll und snow mede the streets of Bruccls like slopes of Ice; a llttle lnrdetcn hi the gay cuuuner tlme when she sat untlcr tlie owning fronting the Malseu du Hei, but all tli-j time the child throveon It, and was happy, and dreamed of many grnceful and gracious things nhile Uie was weeding mueng her lilies, or tracing the threads te and fro en her lace pillow New when the woke te the full sensoef 1 her wonderful 10 yiurs llelxx, standing uurciuui en iiiti muu noer, was us pretty n tight as was te be seen betwixt Schtldtnnd Ithine. Tlie sun had only left n soft warmth Uke an ojiricet's en btr white skin. Her limbs, though strong as a mountain pony's, were slender and w II shal Her lialr curled In shiny, cnimpll inning, and tumbled about bu- klwuiM.'i , Ikr pretty, round, plump llttle breast wus white bs (be lilies In Im grass wnneut, and la this bkmmtng tune of ber little Ufa Dcbee, Id h;r way, was beauti ful as n peach bloom I Irnitttlful. nisi her In nocent, courageous happy eyes hail dreams In thorn underneath their launhtcr drenms that went further than the green weeds of Laeten, further evcu than the white clouds of summer. She could net meve among them Idly as poets nnd girls lore te de; the hnl te be nctlve amidst them, else drought and rain, and worm and tuall, ami blight and frost would have made havoc of their fairest hope. The loveliest leve is that which dreams high abeve all storms, unsolted by all burdens) but perhaps the strongest lere b that which, whilst it adores, drag Its feet through mlre, nnd burns Its brew In beat, for the thing be loved. 8e Beboe dreamed In her garden; but all the tlme for take of It heed and dug, and hurt her bands, and tired her limbs, and bowed her shoulders under the great metal polls from the wclL This wondrous morning, with the bright burden of ber sixteen year upon her, (he dressed bench? quickly and ted ber fowls and, happy as a bird, went te alt en her Uttle wooden steel In the doorway. Thcre bad been froth rain In the night; tbe garden was radiant, the smell of tlie wet earth was sweeter than all perfume tbnt are bumed In palaces. Tbe dripping rosebuds uodded against her hair a alie went out the starling called te ber, "Bebeo, Oebee bon Jeur, bon Jeur." Thern were all the words It knew. It sold tbe same words a thquaand times a week. But te Beboe It seemed that the starling most certainly knew that tbe was 10 years old that day. Breaking her bread Inte the milk, she sat In the dawn nnd thought, without knowing that she thought it, "Hew geed It I te llve wheu ene Is young I" Old peeple say the same thing often, but they dgh when they ay lb Bcbee smiled. Mcre Krebs opened ber deer uitlienex cottage nnd nodded ever the wall "What a due thing te be 101 A merry year, Reboe." Mnrthe, the carpenter's wife, came out from ber gate, broom In baud. "The holy saints keep you. Bcbee, why. jeu are quite a woman new!" The llttle children of Vnr'uhart, the char coal burner, who were ns peer as any moune In the old churchea, rushed out of their little home up the Lane, bringing with them a cale stuck full of sugar uud teedt, and tied round with a blue ribbon, that their mother hed made Hint very week, all In her honor "Only sce, IJebeel Such a grand cnkel" they shouted, dancing dewu the lane. "Jules picked the plums, and Jeatute washed the ul nuxxls, mid Christine took the rihlxni elf her own communion cn all for jeu all for you; but jeu will let us ceme mid cat It toef Old Urnn'mere Blshet, who was thoetdtvt woman nlrnut Ijiekcn, hobbled through the grasii ou her crutches and nodded her white shaking bead, nnd smiled at Bobea "1 have uuthlng te give you, little ene ex cept my blessing, If you care for that." Beliee ran out, breaking from the children, and knelt down In the wet grasH, nnd Ixint her pretty sunuy head te the U-ncdlctlim. Trlne, the miller's wlfe, the richest woman of thorn all, allied te the child from thu stc of the mlllt "A merry year, mid the blesriug of Heaven, Beboe I Come up, and here Is my first dish of cherries for j-eu; net tasted ene myself; they will mnkoj-eun feast with Vnrithnrt's enke, though she should hnve known Ixttter, se xjer as she In. Charity Ix-glns nt home, and them childivii'n stomachs nre empty." Bcbee run up nud then down again glee fully, with her lapful of big black cherries; Tainlxtur, the old whlte deg, who had used te diag her about In his milk cart, leaping en her In sympathy and congratulation. "What a supper we will luivul" she cried te the charcoal burner's children, who were turning 'summersaults hi the deck leaves, where the swans stared and hissed. When ene Is sixteen, cherries nnd n cake have a flat or of Furudlse still, tsixx-hdly when they nre tasted twlce, or thrtce at most, In all the year. An old man called te her ay she went by bid deer. All these llttle cabins Ile clese to gether, with only tlielr npple trim, or their tall Iran, or their hedges of thorn tK'tivtvii them, you may rlde by und never notice tlum If you de net leek for them under the leaves closely, as you would for thrushes' nests. He, tee, was very old; a llfe long nelghlxir nud gossip of AntelnuV; he had lcn n day laborer hi theso same (lelds nil, his j cars, and had never traveled further than wliere the led mill sails turned mueng the colza and the corn "Come In, my pretty one, for a second," he whispered with an air of mj-st'-ry that made Bebco's heart quicken with exx.-taney "Come In; I have something for jeu. They were my dead daughter's jeu have iiiuid me talk of her Llsutte, who died forty j'eurs orjnero nge, they say; for me, 1 think It win yesterday. Mcre Krebs the is a hard we man heurd me talking of my pit 1. Slie burst out laughing, 'lrd sike, feel, why, your girl would be sixty new an she had llveiL' Well, se It may be, you see, llie new mill was put up the week shedietl, nnd jeu call the new mill old; but, my girl, she It j'euttg te ma Always young. Come here, Bebnc." Bebco went after him, n llttle auiil, Inte the dusky Interior, thut smelted of stored up pleaand of dried herbs that hung from the reef. Thcre was a walnut weed press, such as the peasants of France nnd the low coun tries keep their home spun linen In nnd their own lace that serves for the nuptials and baptisms of half a rcore of generations. The old man unlocked It with a trembling hand, nud thcre came from It uu odor of dead lavender and of withered rese leaves. On the shelves there were n girl's set of clothes, nud n girl's saliets uud a girl's com munion veil and wreath. "They are all hers," he whispered; "all hers. And sometimes In the evcuiug tlme I see her coming along the lane for them de you net knewl Thcre Is uuthlng changed, nothing changed; the grass, ami the trees, und the huts, and the pond are all here why should she only be geno away I" "Antolne Is gene." "Yes. But he was old; my gh I Is young." He steed a moment, with the press deer open, a perplexed treuble In his dim eyes; the dlvhie fnlth of leve and the initie like stupid ity of Ignorntice made him cling te this ene thought without power of Judgment In it. "They say she would be sixty," he said, with a llttle dreary wnlla. "But that Is alt surd, you knew. Why, she had cheeks like j ours, aud she would run no lapwing could lly faster ever corn. These are her things, j-ousce; j-cs nllef them. That is the sprig of swectbrier she tvore hi her Iwlt the day before the wagon knocked her down anil killed her. Ihaieiiuvcr touched the things. But leek here, Bebce, jouure n geed child and true, and like her Just u llttle. I mean te gli e j-eu her slltcr clasps, They were her grcnt-grait-grcat-gninduiethcr's before her. Oed knows hew old they nre net. And a girl should Ime souie llttle wealth of that sort and for Antolne's sake" Tlie old man stayed behind, closing the prea deer tteu the lavender scented clothes, nnd sitting in the dull shadow of the but te think of his daughter, dead forty summers and mera Belxxi went out with the brave bread silter clasps about her waist, and the tears wet en btr checks for a grief net her own. Te be killed Just wbeuoue was jeungand was let til llke that, nnd all the world was Iu ItsMay day flewcrl Tlie tiller ftlt cold te her touch as cold as though It were tlie dead girl's hands that held her The garlands that the children strung of daisies and hung about her hail neter chlllul her se. But llttle Jeanne, the jeungest of the char coal burner's llttle trilxj, running te meet her, screamed with glee, mid danced In the gay morning. "Oh, Biboel hew you gllttcrl Bid the Virgin send you that off her own altarl l,a me sce let me touch! Is It inadoef the stars or of the tun f Aud Bcbee danced with the child, und the kilter gleamed und (larklcd, and all the (icoplecamo running out te tee, und the milk carts were half an hour Liter for town, and the heiu cackled loud unfed, and the im.ii etcn ttepjxil en tin ir way te tlie fields and pauel, tilth their scythes en their shoulders, te stnre at the spleudld gift. "There Is net such another set of eliujn In Brabant, old work you could make u fortune of In the curiosity thorn In the Slontagne," said Trlne Krebs, going up the steps of her mill liouse. "But, all the tame, you knew, Dtluc, things off ft duul body tiring inlscliaucu smiii tlme!i.r But Bebee danced with the child, nnd did net hear. Whose ft day bad ever began Uk this one of Iters! Bhe wasn llttle poet at heart, and should net bava rami for such vanities) but when ene t only 10, and has only a little rough woelon frock, and sits in Uie market place or the lacs room, with ether gtrbi around, hew tbeukl one be altogether Indifferent te a bread, embossed, beautiful shield or silver that Mrkled with each step oue took! A quarter of an hour Idle thus was all, bewewr, that Heche or ber friends could luifiil fx'ilixkimnsuiiimer morning, wtien the city wax waiting for Its eggs, lU honey, its tlent-m. Its cream and its butter, and Tniiibeur nnsshaklng his leather harness In hntatlence te tw off with but milk cans. Be llcctie, all holiday though It was, and brrvute though she felt borself, ran Indoors, put up her cakes nnd cherries, cut her two basketful out of the garden, locked her hut, and went en her quick and happy llttle feet along the grassy rath toward the city. The sorting and tying up of the flowers she nlwnj-s left until alie was sitting under the nmilngln front of the Broedhuls, the tame awning, tawny as an autumn pear nnd weather blown as en old sail, which had served te shelter Antolne Maes from heat nud rain through nil tlie years of his Ufa "tle te tbe Madclatne; you will make mon ey there, with your prvtty blue eyes, Beliee," ieople hail said te ber of Itte; but Beboe had shaken her heail Where the had Ml In her babyhcxxl nt An l line's feet, she would dt se long ns who sold flowers In Brussels here, underneath the shadow of the Oothle towers that saw ICg ICg mettt dle. Here Betwe, from 3 years old, had been ued te sit bcslde him. She knew all the peeple tlie ejd cobbler.whe sat neU her, nnd chattered sill day long llke n ningple; thu tinker, who had ceme up many a summer night te drink a glass with Antolne; the Cheap Jehn, who cheated everybody vine, but who had always given her a toy or trinket nt every Fcte Bleu nil tbe summers the had known; the llttle old woman, sour as a crab, who sold resailes nnd pictures of saints, and llttle waxen Christs upon a tiay; the big dogs who pulled the carts In, and lay panting all day under tljp rush bottomed chairs en which the egg wives and the fruit sellers sat, uud knitted and chaffered; nay, evcu thogeigoous huhslernnd the frowning gciidarme, who marshaled Iho folks Inte or der ns they went up for municipal registries, or for town misdemeanors. She knew them nil, hail known them nil ever slnce she had llrst trotted In llke n little deg nt Anteinu's heel Se Beliee stayed thcre. it Is, iwrhaps, the most beautiful square In nil northern Curope, with Its black timbers and glided carvings, mid blareucd nlndens, and inajestle scutcheens, and fnntnMla pin nacles. That Beboe did net knew, but she loved It, and she sat resolutely In front of the Droedhubt, selling her flowers, smiling, clmt ting, helping the old woman, counting her llttle gains, eating her bit of bread at mxjti day like any ether market girl, but at times glancing up te the stately towers and the blue sky, with n leek en her fnoe that made the old tinker and cobbler whisper together! "What docs she sce thore the dead oeplo or the niigelsr Tbe truth was that etcn Beboe herself did net knew very surely what she saw some thing that was still nearer te her than et en this kindly crowd that loved her. That wns all dte could have said had anybody asked her. But tione dkl Ne oue wanted te hear what the dead snld; and for the nttgels, the tinker nnd thu cobbler were of opinion that ene had only tee much of them sculptured alwut everywhere, nnd shining en nil the casements In rovcrence be It sKkcn, of course. CUAITCR HL "1 rcmcmlMi-cd it was your nnme day, child. Here are half a dozen eggs," said oue of the hen wives; and tbe llttle cress woman with the peddler's tray added a waxen St Agnes, colored red and yellow te the very life, ue doubt; mid the old Cheap Jehn had saved her a cagofer the starling; mid the linker hail a cream cheese for her hi n vine leaf, and the sweetmeat seller brought her a Uiititlful gilded horn of cugitr plunn, and the cobbler had made her actually n pair of klux -ml slides, U'uittlful shoe te go te masH In and bon wonder In te nil the nclghlx)! hoetL And they thronged round her and adored the silver wnlit buckles, and wheu Belxxi get fairly te her stall and trallle began, olio thought ence mnre that nobody's feast day had ever dawned llke her. When the chlmus began te ring all ever the city she could hardly bollevo that the rurlllen was net saying its "lyiut Doe" with souie Bin-cl.il meaning In Its Ix'llt of her. The morning went by as usual; the nolse of the throngs ubeut her llke u driving of engry wlndi, but no mare hurting her than the nngels ou the reef of Ht, Oudule are hurt by thotterin when It breaks. Thediiy wub n busy oue, and brought In gtxxl profit. Bobue bail no less thnn fifty sous hi her leather x)uch wheu It was ever a turn of uiugtiitude iu the green lane by Lao Lae ken. A few of her mera roses were still unsold, thut was all, ivhun the A ve Mai la lKgati ring ing ever the town und the poeplodUiursud te their homes or their pleasuring. It wus n warm gtuy evening; the streets were full, there were blossoms hi all the tml mnlex, and gay colors hi all thu dresses. The old tinker put his tools tegether nnd whis pered te hcri "BcIkxj, unit Is your feast day, ceme nnd stroll hi St. Hubert's gallery, and 1 will buy you u llttle gilt heart, or i sugar opple stick, urn ribbon, und we can sce the pupjict diew afterwaiilx, chf But the children were waiting at home; she would uel spend the evening in the city; the only thought she would Just kneel n mo ment In the cathedral nud say a little prayer ei two for a uiluttle the saints were se geed hi giving hei se many friends. I'eople looked uf ter her as she went through the twisting, picture like stieets, where sun light fill still Iwtwueii the peaked high reefs, and Linija were heiu nud there lit hi Uie brio brie u brae shops and the fruit stalU. Her llttle mutllii cap blew kick llke the wingsef a whlte butterfly. Her sunny hair reught the last sun ruj's. Her feet were fnlr iu thu brown wooden theea. Under the short woolen skirts the grnce of her pretty lunbs moved freely Her bread silver chops shene llke u shield, aud she was utterly unconscious tlint auy oue looked, she was simply and gravely Intent en reaching St Oudule te say her oue prayer and net keep the children waiting. Heme ene leaning Idly ever n balcony In the street that Is named after Mary et Bur gundy s.iw her going thus. He left the bal cony uud went down his stairs aud followed her The sun darzle en the stiver lind first caught his sight, and then he had looked downward nt the pretty feet TlicHt nre the chances women call fnte. Ik l.u made her salutation te tlie high altar, aud stelo en Inte the cliapvl of the Saint Ruerament; it was Hint ene that she leied lxst Shu Mid her prayer and thanked the saints for nil their gifts and goodness, her clasped hand against her silver shield, her basket en the (lavcmuit by ber, abevcheud the sunset rujs streaming purple uud crimson und gulden through the painted windows that are the wonder of the world. When her prayer was dene she still kneeled there; her head thrown back te watch the light, her hands clasped still, and en her up turned fnce the leek that made the peeple say, "Wluit does thu seu? tbe uugcUer the dead 1" Bhe forget everything. She forget the rhcrrles at home, an1 the children even. Bhe was looking upward at the stories of the painted panes; she was listening tothomut tethomut tothemut ssgo of the dying sunrays; the was fccliug luguely, wistfully, unutterably the lender Ixattty of the tacred phiee and the awful wonder of the world in w hich the with her fix fix tecu yftiiit was all ulene, llke a little blue corn flower among the wheat tliatgees for grist and the barley tlint makes nieu drank. Fer she was alone, though she had se many frieiid-i. Quite nlone sometimes; for Oed luul Ixtcn cruel te her, uud luul made her n lark without song. When the sun faded und the beautiful caso case metiU lest all glow and meaning, Debcu rese with a stnrtled hxjk had the Ikh-ii dreaming) was It nlghtl would the children be sorry and K tupperltss te bed I "Huve jeu a rosebud left te tell tomef'a man's veice said net far off; It was low and sweet, as Ixx-atne the Sacrumeiit cluivL IIcUd hxiked up, the did net quite knew what she saw; only dark eyes smiling into By the Instinct et habit the sought In her basket and found thrte most rotes; tbe held bent out te him. "I dent sell flowers here, but 1 will glvu them te you," the tald, hi her pretty, crnve, childish fashion, "1 often want Bewer," said tlie stranger, as be took Iho buds. "Wliere de you tell yours In the market!" i "In tbe Grand place." "Will you tell me your name, pretty ener "1 am llebce." Thcre were peeple coming Inte Iho church. The belt were booming abevchcad for ves pers. Thcre wasnslmniaefchalrsatidnstlr of feet Bey In white went te and fro, lighting the candles, Urcat clouds of shallow drifted up Inte the reef nud hid the angels. Bhe nodded ber llttle bead te hhn. "Ooed night! I cannot stay. 1 have a rnke at home te-night, and the children are wnlt !(?." "AM tlint Is Important, no doubt, Indeed Will you buy seme mere cokes for the chil dren from meP IM did a geld plow In her hnnd. Bhe looked nt It In amaze. In the green lanes by Lnoken no ene ever saw geld. Then the gave It him Iwtck. "1 will net tnke money In church, nor nny where, except what the flowers are worth. Geed night" Ile followed her nnd held back the heavy oak deer for her nnd went out Inte the nlr with her. It was dark already, but In the square thcre wns still the cool, bright, prlmrose colored evening light lleboe's wooden shoes went pattering down the doping mid uneven stones. Her little gray figure ran quickly through the deep sbnde cast from the towers nnd walls. Her dreamt hail drifted tiway. Shu was thinking of the children and tbe cake. "Yeu are In such a hurry because et the cnkel" told her new customer, ns he followed her. Beboe looked back at him with a sinlle In her blue eyes, "Yes; they will be watting, you knew, mid thcre nre cherries, tee. "It Is a grand day with you thenl" "It Is my fcte day; I am 10." She was proud of this, She told It te tbe very dogs In the street "Ah I Jeu feel eldjl dare sayl" "Oh, quite old I They cannot call me a child any mera" "Of course net; it would be ridiculous, Are these presents in your basket, "Yes, every ene of thorn." She nuscd a moment te lift the dead vine Ienics nnd show him the beautiful shining red shoes. "Loek I old Urlugelru gnve me tbcae. I slinll wear thenl at mass next Sunday. I never had a pair of shoes In my Ufa" "But hew will you wear shoes without stockings!" It was a siiake cast Inte her Eden. She had never thought uf It "IVrhnps 1 can tave money aud buy tome," Uie answered, after a sod little pausa "But that 1 could net de till next year. They would cost severnl francs, I suppose," "Unless a geed fairy gives them te yeul" Beboe Mulled; fairies were real things te her relations Indeed. Sbe did net luiaghie that he speke In Jest "Sometimes 1 pray very much nnd things come," she said, softly. "When the Ololre de Dijon was cut back tee toen ene summer, and never blossomed, and we all thought It was dead, I prayed all dny long for It, nnd never thought of anything else; nnd by au tumn it was nil hi new leaf, aud uew Its flow ers are liner than ever," "But you watered It whilst you prayed, 1 SUplKIHll" The sarcasm escaped her. She was wondering te herself whether It would be vain und wicked te pray for a pair of stocking i thu thought she would go and ask Father Frauds. By this tlme they were In the llue Itoyelo, mul half way down It Tbe lamp were lighted. A regiment was marching up with a baud playing. The windows were eicii and ieople were laughing nud singing hi some of them. Tbe light caught the white and glided froutsef the houses, llie pleasure seeking crowds loitered along in the warmth of the evening. Bebco, suddenly reused from her thoughts by the loud challenge of tbe military music, looked reuud ou tlie stranger, aud motioned him back. "Sir 1 de net knew jeu why should you ceme with me I De net dolt, pleuae. Yeu make mu talk, aud that mekes me lute." And Uie pushed ber Iwsket further en her arm. and nodded te him, and ran off uj tleelly as a liare through fern among the prut of thu poepla "Te-morrow, Uttle one." be answered her with a cuielcsa smile, and let bur go unpur cued. AIxjve, from the ejien caseiueut of a cafe, sumo young men aud souie painted n omen leaned out. nnd threw sweetmeats at him. us lu carnival tlme. "A new model that pretty pcasantl" they asked him. He laughed In answer, and went up the stO te Jein them I he dropped llie mess reue n.i he went, and trod en them, aud did net wait CUAPTKll IV. Bcbee ran home a fast a her feet would take her, The children were all gathered about her gate In the dusky, ilewy evening; they met her w ith shouts of welcome nnd reproach In Icrinlngled; they boil Ixx-n watching for her slnce llrst the sun had grown low and red, and new the moon was risen. But they forgave her wheu they paw the splendor of her pr"""t, and she showered out unieng them I'ere Melchler's hum uf cemllts, They dashetl Inte the hut, they dragged the oue little table out among the flowers; the clierrlcD and cake were spread en it, ami the miller's wife hud glveu a big Jug of milk, nnd Father Francis himself had sent some honeycomb. The curly reces were full et scent In tin dew; the great gillyflowers breathed out frugrance In the dunk; the goat came and nlbblud the swectbrier unrchuked; the chil dren rcixnt'il the Flemish bread grace, with cl.-uf)-l hands and rcvcrint eyesi "Oh, dear llttle Jesus, ceme mid sup with us, and bring jour beautiful Mether tee; we will net for get jeu ere Oed." Then, tliat said, they ate, and drank, and laughed, and picked chcrrlct from each ether's mouths llke llttle bluck birds, tlie big whlte deg gnawed a crust at their fect, old Krebs, who luul a fldd'e, ami could play It, came out und trilled them ruds and ready nemWi tunes, such as Tenter or Mlerls might have jumped te before an ale heuse at the Kcrmoase; Bclxw and the chil dren joined hands, nnd danced round to gether In the bread whlte moonlight, en the glass and by the water dde; the Idlers came and sat about, the women netting or spin ning, and the men smoking a plx Ix-fere bed tlme; tbe rough, hearty Flemish bubbled llkea brook hi gossip, or rung llkef horn ever a jest; lielx-e nnd the children, tired of their play, grew quiet, nnd chanted tegctlicr the "Ave Mnrla Stella VlrgluU;"n nlghtlngale among the w lllews sung te the sleeping swans. All was happy, qulet, homely; lovely also hi Its dmple way, They went early te tbclr beds, as people must de who rlse nt dawn. Belxxi leaned out n moment from her own little casement rre the tee went te rest Through an (xmi lattice thcre sounded the inuimiir et seme llttle child's prayer; the wind sighed among the willows; the night ingales tang en In the dark alfwasstUL Hard work awnltul heron the morrow, an J oil all the ether daj-s of the j ear. She was only a llttle ivasnut she must sweep, and split, and dig, and iklve, te git dally her bit of black bread-but that nighl the wns as huppy us a little princess In a fulrj tule, happy In her playmates, In her flowers, lu hertlxteen jenrs, in her red thees, hi lit r sliver buckled, liecatise she wus half u woman happy In the dewy lcnvttt, hi the slnglnj; birds, hi the liusli of the night, hi thoteiiMiel rest, In the fragrance of lien era, in the drift ing chnnges of moon and clouds; happy be cause thu was half u woman, txx-nuse she wai half a xxt, bocnuse she was wholly a xx?t "Oh, ihsir swutis, hew geed It Is te t 10! hew geed It U te llie at nil I tle jeu net tell the willows ter said Bcbee te thegleair. of silver under the 'Lu k lout es by the water1! side, which showed her wbire her filendl weredueplng, with their snowy wings closed ever tlielr stately heads, and the veiled geld mul I uhy of their eyea, Thuswuiudid net awake te answer. Ouly the nightingale answered from the willows, with Dosdemeun's song. But Belxxi luid never heard of Deademena, and the willow had no dgh for ber. "Ooed nlghtl" she said, softly, te all thi greeu deivy sleeping world, and then the laj dewu nnd rlcpt liersFir, The nlglitlngiU Sanson, and the willows ticiuhlcd. A,:-i OiiiIuikkI iir-rt .Silf mi ifti. SOME SUPERSTITIONS. A FEW OF THE POPULAR FEARS, FANCIES AND FAIRY TALES. . M l Didn't hllm in Ghosts, bat Afraid at i Them fraJtfs Wntn m.i fiAA.i . h 1 nt tllaA tTntMj.1... i ... . . ."....j iw vnmr m ct ladder la and Oat the game Doer. r , The probable truth ia that Micro b net ene of The Glebe's readers who does be at least hair Ullrre In souie superstition. Somcwrwre la your Uvea you have ft llttle private closet wliere you keep one or inore pat superstitions locked up out of Right ta your friends, and, for the met pnrt.ssjset your own sight But new nml ssssn you unlock Uie deer, or 'they get out strreugh the kcyhote; then they leek at you in Uie twilight with their weird erss, full of Uie mystery of Iho pant, nnd you find yourself en your knees hefore (hem. Perhaps you ere half tuthamcxl of them, liccause you de net inore than half bcllove in Uiem, but when hey get you nlone they master you. Yeu aie like Mine, de StncL A friend said le her ene day, "De you be llove in ghosts?" "Ne," she replied, "but I nm afraid of them, though." A LO.VESOMB LADT. Cel. Ingcrsell dedicated his first vol vel vol iiine of lectures te "Eva A. IngcrseU, a woman without superstition." In the early mining days in California, when (sclllflh rascality seemed te be the rule, an old miner who hail been repeatedly "fleeced" wns very much astonished at thu reinnrknbte honesty of a young man who had just paid back seme money which had been given hlin by mistake. Thinking he could net have many com cem com lunlens in such deeds -the old man stepped up te him, laid Ids hand en his shoulder nnd said, "Stranger, don't you find j-eureclf awfully lonesemo about these parls?" Se I have often thought that if Mrs. IngcrseU is really altogether "without superstition," she must some times find herself "awfully lonesome." I remember, when a boy, that ene of my brothers used te wear about his neck a red woelon cord te prevent the nose bleed. Tlie only thing clear in my mind en the subject was that it did net pre vent it. At any rata it used te bleed very often, whlle the rest of us, who did net wear ene, were never troubled nt all, except in tltose cases that all who have liecn lys will understand, wliere a pest, or Iho ice In skating, or a snowball, or eem e ether boy's fist came in somewhat violent contact with the most prominent fenture of our faces. I suppose, how hew how ever, that thcre was soma fanciful con nection between tlie red of the string nnd the reel of the blepd, and an incipient homeopathy suggested that "like would euro like.'' I also remember, when n child, hew seme of the larger boys used te carry nbeut a herse chestnut In their pockets nn a prcvcntlve of rheumatism. This is oue of the mysteries I have never fath omed. Only it does seem n willful per versity for peeple te Buffer se, just tosave Iho treuble of carrying a herse chestnut. Just as it seems pure roalice in any one ever te die when ene leeks through an apothecary shop, reeds tlie advcrtlso advcrtlse mctils in tlie newspapcrs, or knows hew Dr. Cttllls cures peeple by simply praying for them, and then telling them they are well. WHAT BAD DREAMS MEAN. A friend told me the ether day that when n boy he alwnys felt it incumbent en him te spit thrce times whenever he ttaw n dead cat. The origin of this I will net step new te trace. Net long elnce n lady acquaintance was walking along the street with a friend, when Bhe suddenly felt herself pulled eif thoeldownlk into the street The occa sion of this sudden maneuver was the ether lady's superstitious fear of walking under n ladder that leaned against the wall in front of them. I have learned that tills superstition is very common and, perhaps, it is net worth my whlle te disturb it Fer it might be decidedly "unlucky" te walk under a ladder pro vided n man wcigldng 200 was en it and it should slip; or in case an unsteady man with a "drop tee much," should In dulge In a further drop tee much of a loeso lying brick from his hed. Though In the case of the colored brother, who steed scrcne wJiile the brick lay iu frag ments at ills feet, ami4 Whemc.rcly ex claimed, "Loek out, durl Ef yedeaji't. want ye' bricks breke jes' keep 'em elf ' dis chile's he'dt" it was only the brick that was "unlucky." I have an old acquaintance in Maine who used te stick his jackknife In the headboard en going te bed te pre vent his having the cramp. Tliat is tlie sole in stance of tliat subllme faith with which I nm acquainted. Dut I huve known of peeple who warded off Uie same uncom fortable nightly visitant by scrupulously arranging their slippers bottom up at the feet of their bed. A lady net long slnce went into a jewclry stere. Being at a corner it opened en two streets. When bIie started te go out, the salesman said, "Madam 1 you have forgotten," "Why what?" saidshe, thinking of purchase or purse. "But you came in tit the ether deer," he replied. Then It flashed ever her; and though she went en her way, she remembered that it was "unlucky" te enter by ene deer nnd go out by another. However it may be nlxDttt ether places, I am really inclined te think that it is unlucky for a lady te go into a jewelry store, no matter which deer she gees out of; unlucky for the man who has te pay the bills. Then, again, it is unlucky te have a bad dream thrce nights running. This is ene of the signs tliat I bclieve in thor oughly. " Altai' you say, "then you, tee, are superstitious as well as the rest of us?" Yes, I bollevo it is very unlucky te have a bail dream even ene night It is a sign tliat your supper didn't set well, and also that you will net feel nearly se well the next morning. And if you allow it te trouble) you the next day It is another bad sign a sign that you weu't sleep se well (he next ulght, and also a sign that you haie net yet outgrown Uie fanciful dreams of the world's childhood. Dr. Savage in Bosten Globe. "I.t Her Ce, DiillHglirr." it rei respondent In Islington, Ky., wants te knew nbeut "Ut her go, tlalbgher.' Thi pluiiM) miter became ns popular us 'Tainting the town red," although last year it had soma currency. Thei e are forty-mne different ox ex ox planatieiu Htieut hew it started. Oue U that thciewiu a young ImibeU pitcher named (lallagher, en the l'acille coast, who was much admiral by the l)s, nnd whenever be steed up te piteb they used te shout the phrasn. Hut as the Inquiry comes from the south, perlia the writer would like ii southern ler ler sleu. Here It U. "Byulre Ucn Scre.tit the genial and big hearted magistrate of the city of Montgomery . A colored lady, hat big In dulged In very 'Inilained language' toward another of an equally ulght shade of cum ploxien, tlie oggrietcd ene had her arrested and arraigned for trial before the squlre. One of the numerous iiitiicutii was very sevcre In her testimony against the accused, saying, among ether things, that she used talk that no lady can spress.' Thfa se aggra vated the defendant that she went for witness regardless of surroundings. Tem Gallagher, the squlre bailiff, tried te step the wool pull ing that ensued, and caught heM of the do de fviulniift arm, when the squire, who Jikej te seu fair play, and withal wijejs n geed thing, riieute.lt 'Let her go, Gallagher.' " Detroit Free lYcss. m i J 'ScA Yd Uil 4m l Hi 23 fij L! M fH m -iifcj J;. . i X. ' t&Wt' -5 be -a.v,.-H t --. A. - ttlfcfee. -y , VT ... w .&Ui$&hz,mti'M- - - . faifrwti ' T. . . " i4WU?Mffis s'gt ,&wi-.'?&t
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