.,. , -f -j TT-wir wn"j gK"jff- ism-vw-v jHjww Vff -&r '-T9 -r .w-,w ---ifn f,-r"-i. iJl.nvgri tHE LAXOAftTR DAILY. IlEIiMGEKCE; fellPtmiiiYMA.Y 4, ,1889. "Kt C7 Si ,.- r nrEBiEi - TWO LITTLB WOODEN SHOES VjHJIDA.' CHAPTER V.. "If IcoeM ear a centime ft day, I could tray a pair of stockings thb time next year,' thought Bebco, locking her ebon with bci ether treasure In her drawer the next room fag, and taking her broom and pall te watt down her UtUe palace. But a centime a day U a great deal In Bra bant, when ene bas net alwayi enough fet bar bread, and when, In long chill winter, one must wcare thread lace all through the abort daylight for next te nothing at all. for there are se many women In Brabant, and every one of them, young or old, cat make lace, and If ene de net like the pitiful wage, ene may Icave It and go and die, for what the master toce makers care 01 knew; there will always be enough, many mera than enough, te twist the thread round the bobbins, and wcave the bridal veils, and the trains for the courts. "And besides If I can save a centime tht Varnhart children ought te have It," thought Bebee, as the swept the dust together. II was se selfish of her te be dreaming about n pair of stockings when tbose little tblngi often went for days en a stew of nettlca. Se she looked at her own pretty feet pretty, and slender, and arched, rosy and fair, and uncramped by the pressure el leather and resigned her day dream with a brave heart, as the 'put up her broom and went out te weed, and hoe, and trim and prune the garden that had been for once neg lected the night before. "One could net meve half te easily In stockings," the thought with true philosophy, as she worked among the block, fresh, sweet smelling meld, and kissed a rese new and then aa she passed one. When she get Inte the city that day, her rush bottomed choir, which was always left upside down, In case rain should fall In the night, was set ready for her, and en its teat was a gay, gilded box, such as rich peepli give away full of bonbons. Bebee steed and looked from the box te tbi Broedbuls, from the Broedbuls te the bexi the glanced around, but noeuo had com there se early as the, except the tinker, wb( was busy quarreling with his wife and let ting hit smelting Ore burn a bole In hi breeches, The box was certainly for her, since II was set upon her choir r Beboe pondered t moment; then little by Uttle epened the lid. Within, en a nest of rose satin, were twe pair of silk ttecklngsl Real silk I with tht prettiest clocks worked up their sides in color' Bebee gave a Uttle scream, and steed still, the bleed het In her checks; no one heard bcr, the tinker's wife, who alone was near, having Just wished beaven te send a judgment en bet husband, was busy putting out bis smoking mall clothes. It Is a way that women aua wives have, and they never see the batba of It The place filled gradually, ' The customary crowds .gathered. The but I nets of the day began underneath the multi tudineus tones of the chiming bells. Beboe'i business began, tee; she put the box behind her with a beating heart and tied up hoi flowers. - It was the fairies, of course I but they bad never set a rush bottomed chair en its less tie- fore, and this action of theirs frightened bcr. It was rather an empty morning. She toil little, and there was the mera time te think. About an hour after neon a voice addressed bcr: "Ilave you mero niObS roses for meF' Beboe looked up with a smile, and found some. It was her companion of thecatbcitral. Bhe hed thought much of tba led shoes ami the direr cl.-sps, but the had thought nothing at all of him. "Yeu are net tee proud te be paid today r he said, giving her a silver fiano-be would net alarm her with any mero geld, the thanked him, and slipped It In her llttla leathern pouch, and went en sorting seint clove pinks. "Yeu de net seem te remember mol" be said, with a Uttle badness. "Ob, I remember you," said Bebee, lifting her frank cy est "But you knew 1 speak te te tmany people, and -they areall nothing te ma" "Who Is anything te your It was softly and insidiously spoken, but it awoke no echo. "Varnhart's children," she answered him, Instantly. "And old Anncmie by the wharf side and Tnmbeur nud Antolne's grave nnd the starling and, of course, abeve all, the Bewers." "And the fairies, I suppose! though tbey de nothing for j ou." Bhe looked nt him eagerly. "They ha e dene something today. I hav e found a box, nnd seme stockings such lieau tiful stockings! Silk enesl U it net very odd I" "It Is mero odd they should hav e forgotten ycu se leug. Slay I sce thcmF ' "I cannot show them te you new. These ladies nre going te buy, But you can see them later If j ou wiilt" "1 wlU wait nnd paint the Broedhuls." "Se many people de that; you area painter thtnt" "Yes In n way." lie sat dew 1) en en edge of the stall, und spread his things tbcre, and sketched, while the trnlllc went around them, lie was very many years elder than she. huniUeme, with a dark, nnd changeful, nnd llstlca face, he were brown velvet, nnd bad a red ribbon at his threat, he looked a little as Hgment might hav e dena w hen n oelng Claire. Bcliee, as she sold the flowers and took tha change fifty times In the hour, glanced at him new and then, and watched the move ments of hli hand. she could net have told why He spoke te bcr rarely, nnd sketched en and en in rapid bold strokes the quaint graces and masslv e richness of the Mnlieu du Hei The painter took a long tima Ilosetabeut it with the lield ease of ene used te all the In tricacies of form nnd color, and he had the ekUl of a master But be sjicnt mero than half the time looking Idly at the humors of the pepulace or watching bow the treasures of BcImje's garden went away one by one hi the bauds of strangers. Meanwhile, ever anil again, sitting en the edge of her stall, with tiiaculera and brushes tossed out en the hnunl lie talked te her, nnd, with the soft, huptivcptililu skill of long practice (n theso arts, lie drew out the do de tails of her httle simple Ufa There were net alwny people te buy, and whilst she rested and sheltered tbollewcrf from the sun kbe answered him w llllngly. and In one of her longer rusts shewiil blm the wonderful stockings "De you think it could 1m tbe f uiriesr she asked him a little doubtfully It war easy te make her believe any fan tastical neavnv, but her fulries were ctho cthe real divinities. Klu could scarcely believe that they bad kil.1 Hint ru en her chair, "Impossible te dmilit It' be replied unhc Itatlngly. "Given a belief In fairies at all, why should there he any limit te wbat tbey thny cuu ilel It U the same w itb tbe saints, is it net r "Yesjsald Ik-txu, thoughtfully The saints were nilnl up In her imagina tion with Ilia faliii In an Intricacy that would have defied the best reasenings of Father Francis. "Well, then, you will weir the stockings, will you netl Only, U'lieveme, jour feet nre far prettltr uitiuxit thenu" SibOB tiuzfaed luunilr sod tack ancjkm v""' ,tBBBjjWBajjv. r-?aBtk. ,- aannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnB. ipi es'tsBBBBBBBBBiw BaBBBBBBBT .kJ BSBflB SSBBBBBBBBBT Bfllfti v BBBBsft . vjmk ftxi kukukukukuhnf. MsKf.PM MsfsM "OMtwtymiBki -ii tmmr "ANyesiavHaMaref! "QyskJtwyftr . i, ij, "hsMas,'' MM Bekw, stratUs sM best THBtasdy aaUpMUftf KatMfeaway, "bs eaasel woaUnettekettlfyoudld. Yoears ttnager, aad a ssnasat b a asbt, te AatebM always atd." "Why take a present then from the Van hart chUdna.er year old friend wbegav "Ah, that Is very dUVreat. Wbea peepk are very, very wer, equally peer, the eat with the ether, little preaanta that they tart for aad make with such a difficulty, are Juet things that are a pleasure; sacrifices, Hke your sitting up with a sick person at night, and then she site up with you another year when you want It. De you net knewl" "lnew you talk very prettily. But why should yen Bettak any en tee's present, though he may net be poerl" "Because I could net return It." "Cenld you netr The smlle in his eye daexkd her a Httie; M was te strange, and yet had se much light In It; but she did net understand blm one whit "Ne. bow could IV she said earnestly. "If 1 were te save for two years, I could net get francs enough te buy anything worth giving back; and t should be te unhappy, thinking of the debt of it always. De tell me If you put these stockings there r "Me;" he looked at ber, and the trivial lie faltered and died away; the eyes, clear at crystal, questioned bun se InneccntW. r'tVeU, If I dldrbe said frankly, "you wished for them; what harm was there I Will you be se cruel as te refuse them from met" The tears sprang lntoBebee's eyes. Bhe was sorry te lese the beautiful box, but mere sorry be had Ued te her. "It was very kind and geed," she said, ro re gretfuUy. "But I cannot think why you should have done It, at you bad never known me at all. And, Indeed, 1 could uet take .them, because Antelne would net let me if be vare aUve; and if I gave you a dower every day aU the year round I should net pay you the worth of them It would be qulte Impossible; and why should you tell me falsehoods about such a thing! A falsehood is never a thing for a man." "A falsehood is never a thing for a man." Bhe shut the box and pushed It towards him and turned te tbe selling of bcr bouquets) Iler voice shook a Uttle as she tied up a bunch of mlgnonette and told the price of It These beautiful ttecklngsl why bail she ever seen them, and why had he told her a lief It made her heart heavy. Fer the Urst time In her brief Ufa the UroedhuU seemed te frown between her and the sun. Undisturbed, he painted en and did nut leek at her. The day was nearly done. " The people be gan te scatter. The shadows grew very long He painted, net glanciug once elsewhere than at his study. Bebco's baskets ncre quite empty She rose, and lingered, nnd regarded him wistfully, be was angered, peril jps she bad been rudef Her Uttle heart failed bcr. If be would only leek upl But be did net leek up, be kept his band band band seme dark face studiously ever the canvas of the Broedbuls. She would have sn-n a smlle In his eyes if he bnd lifted them, but he never raised his lids. Bebee hesitated; take tbe stockings the would net; but perhaps the had refused blm tee roughly She wished se that be would leek up ami save her speaking first, but be knew what he was about tee warily and well te help Iter thus. Sbe wnltel anhUe, then took one Uttle red mess rese bud that she had saved all day in a corner of bcr basket, nnd held It out te him frankly, shyly, as a ace ellcring. "Was 1 rude I I did net mean te he, but 1 cannot take the stockings, and why did ou tell me that falsehood I" He took the rose bud and rese tee, and smiled, but be dtil net meet her ej es. "Let us forget the whole matter. It U net worth a seu. df you de uet take the box Icave It; It Is of nousetoino." , "I cannot take it." She knew she was doing right new was It that he cpuld make bcr feel as though she were acting wrongly! "Lave It, then, 1 say Yeu nre net the first woman, my dear, who has quarreled with a wish fulfilled. It Is a way your box has of rewarding gods and men. Here, jeu old witch here is a treasure trove for you. Yeu can seU it for ten francs In the town any n here." As be spoke he tossed the casket and the stockings In It te an old decrepit woman, who was passing by witb a baker's cart drawn by a deg; and, net staying te heed her astonishment, gathered his colors and easel together. The tears swam In Bebco's eyes as she saw the box whirled through the air. Bhe bad dene right she was sure she had dene right. no was a stranger; and sbe could never ha ve repaid him, but he mode bcr fuel her self wayward and ungrateful, nnd it was bard te see the beautiful fnlry gift berne away forever by the (.buckling, hobbling, greedy old baker's woman. If he had only taken It himself she would have been glad then te bavi$ been brave and te have dene ber duty But It was net in his design that she should be glad. He saw bcr tears, but he teemed net te sce them. "Geed night, Bc1hx," be said, carelessly, as he sauntered oslde from her "Geed night, my tleai Te-morrow I wiU finish my painting, but I niUuet offend jeu by any mere gifts." Bebee lifted her drooped head nnd looked him In the ev es eagerly, ith u certain sturdy resolve and timid wlstfulucss intermingled In her leek. "Sir see, you speak te me quite wrongly," she said with a qulfk accent, that had pride. as well as pain in It, "Say it was kind te bring me what 1 wished for yes, it was kind, I knew, but you never saw me till lest nigbt, and I cannot tell even your name; and it Is very wrong te lie te any ene, even te a Uttle thing Uke me; and 1 am only Bebee, nnd cannot gire jeu anything back, beoause 1 have only Just enough te fel myself nnd the sterUng, and uet always that hi winter, I thank you very much for what you wish te de, but If 1 bad token these things 1 think you would have thought me very mean, and full of greed, nnd Antolne always said, 'De net take what you cannot pay net eir what you cannot pay that u the nay te walk with pure feet.' IVrhajH 1 speke ill, because tbey spoil me and they say I am tee swift te say my inind. But 1 am uet thankless net thankless, indeed It Is only I could net take what 1 cannot pay That is aa Yeu are an;ry still net new nep There was anxiety In the pleading. What did it matter te her w hat a stranger theughtl And yet Bebco's heart was heavy as he laughed a Uttle coldly, and badd bcr geed day, and left ber alone te go out of the city heiniin ards. A sensoef baring done'wrong weighed en her; of having been rude and un grab fuL She bad no heart for the children that evening Mere ICrebs was sitting out before ber deer shelling peas, and called te ber te come- In mid have a drop of cedec Krtbt hail ceme in from Vilroerde fair and brought a stock of rare geed berries witb him. But Beboe thanked her and went en te ber own garden te work. She had always liked te sit out en the quaint wooden step of the mill and under the red shadow of the sails, watching the su allows Uutter te and fro In the suite and JjesWlM att ttM m$ reat l m ft--, a t waits taa eU posit told her tales of the tteM eC hew tej their babyhood they bad ma eat, fearful yet fascinate, te tee tha btauttfnl BeetaOrayt lath by la tbeaturky ntcht,and tha endless Haa of feat aad cilweui crawl hack aa a saate through the wmtaer dart and the trailed core, going cat pat tha weeds te Waterloo. But te-night the had be fancy for Hi tha wanted te be alone with the lowers. Though, te be euro, they had been very heartless when Antelnes coffin had gene past them, still they had sympathy; the dairies tmUed at her with their golden eyes aad the roses dropped tears ea her haaa, Just as ber mood might be; the Bewers were closer friends after all than any human souls, and besides tha could say se much te them I Flowers belong te fairy land 1 tha lowers and the birds, aud the butterflies, are all that the world baa kept Its Uelden Age; the only perfectly beautiful things en earth. Joyous, Innocent, half dtvlne, useless, say tbey who are wiser than Oed. Bebee want home and worked among her lowers. A little laborious figure, with her petticoat twisted high, and her feet wet with the night dews, aad her back bowed te the hoeing and clipping and raking among the blossoming plants. "Hew lata you are working te-nlgbt, Bo Be bee I" one or two called out at they passed the gate. Bhe looked up and smiled; but went en working while the whlte moon reta, Bhe did net knew what ailed her. Bhe went te bed without supper, leaving ber bit of bread and bowl of goat's milk te make a meal for the fowls In the morning. "Uttle ugly, shameful, naked feetl" she said te them, sitting en the edge of her mat tress, and looking at them In the moonlight, They were very pretty feet, and would net have been half te pretty In silk hose and satin shoen; but tba did net knew that) he had told her she wanted theso vanities, Bhe sat still a long while, ber rosy feet twaying te end fro like two resea that grew en ene stalk and hang down in the wind. The Uttle latttce was open; the sweet and dusky garden was beyond; thore was a bands breadth of sky, In which a tingle star wet shining; the leaves of the vine hid all the rest But for ence she saw nene of It She only taw tbe black Broedhuls; the red nnd geld sunset overhead; the gray stones, with the faUen rese leaves and crushed fruits; and in the shadow two dark, reproachful eyes, that looked at hers. Had she been ungrateful t Tbe Uttle tender, honest heart of her was troubled and oppressed. Fer ence that night the tlept UL CHAPTER Vh All the next day the tat under the yellow awning, but she sat alone. It was market day; Uiere were many strangers. Flowers were in demand. The copper pieces were ringing against ene another all the hours through hi her leathern bag. The cobbler was In such geed humor that be forget te quarrel with his wife. Tbe fruit was in such plenty that they gave ber a leaf full of white and red currants for bcr noonday dinner. And the people split tbelr sides at the Cheap Jehn's jokes, he was te drelk Ne one saw tbe leaks In his kettlcs or tbe hole In hit bellows, or tbe leg that was lack big In his milking stoeL Everylxxly was gay and merry that day. But Bebco's blue eyes looked wistfully ever tbe throng, nnd did net find wbat they sought Somehow the day seemed dull, and the square empty. When the day was done Bebee gave a quick tlgh as she looked across the squara. She had te wanted te tell him that she was net un grateful; and she bad a little mess rese ready, with a sprig of sweetbrier, and a tiny spray of maiden hair fern that grew under the wil lows, which she had kept covered up with a leaf of sycamure all the day long. Ne ene would have It new. The child wenteut of the place sadly, as tha carillon rang. There was only tbe mess rese In her basket, and the red and whlte currant! that had been given her for bcr dinner, She went along the twisting, many colored, quaintly fashioned streets, till thecema te tht water side. Bebee was fend of watching the brigs and barges, that looked se big te her, with their national flags flying, and their tall masti standing thick as gross, and their tawny halls flapping In the wind, and abet. them tha sweet, strong sniell of that strange, unknown thing, the sea. But this dull day Bebce did net go down upon the wharf; sbe did net want the sailors' talcs; the saw the masts and bits of limiting that streamed from them, mid they uuule bcr restless, which they had never dene lieferu Instead she went in at a dark old deer and cllmlxxl up a steep stalrcobe that went tif and up, as though she wcie mounting St Qudule'a belfry towers; and at the top of It entered a Uttle chamber lu the reef, whert one squore ung'ezed hele that served for light looked out upon tbe canal, with all its crowded craft, from the dainty schoeneJ yacht, fresh as gilding and holysteno could make ber, that was running for plcasure te the Scheldt, te tbe rude, clumsy coal barge, black as night, that bere the leugh dlamendl of Belgium te the snow burled reefs of Chris tiania and Stremstnd. In the llttla dark nttie thcre was a very old woman In a red petticoat and a high cap, who sat against tbe window, and pricked out loco patterns with a pin en thick paper. She was b5 years old, and could hardly keep body and soul together. Bebee, running te her, kissed her. "Ob, mother Anncmie, leek hcrel Beaut I ful red and whlte currants, and a roll; I saved them for you. They are the first cur rants we have seen this year. Met eh, fei me, 1 have eaten mero than are geed I Yeu knew 1 pick fruit Uke a sparrow, always. Dear mother Annemle, nre you bettcrl Am you qulte sure you are better teduyl" The Uttle old wlthcred woman, brown as n walnut and meager as a rush, took the cur rants, and smUed with a childish gloe, OLd began te cat them, blessing the child witb each crumb she breke off tbe bread. "Why bad you net a grandmother of your own, my Uttle oner'sho mumbled. "Hen geed jeu would have been te her, Bebee I" "Yes," said Beboe, seriously, but bcr nihil could net grasp tbe Idea. It was easier ter her te bclleve the fanciful lUy parcntage of Antolne's stories. "Hew much work hav you dene, Annemicl Oh, all thatl All that! But thcre is enough for a week. Yeu work tee early And tee late, you dear Anncmie." "Nay, Beboe, when ene has te get ene'i bread that cannot be. But I am afraid my eyes nre falling. That rese, new, Is It well donor "Beautifully done. Would the Bacstaki take them If they wcre netl Yeu knew he ti ene that cuts every centime In four pieces." "Ahl sharp enough, sharp enough that li true. But I am always afraid of my eyes. I de net sce the (legs out thcre se well as I used te da" . "Bocause tbe sun Is se bright, Anncmie, that is all I myself, when 1 have been sit ting till day In tbe i'laee in tbe light, tb dowers leek ale te mu. Aud you knew It tl nut age with rae, Aniiemle." The old woman and the young girl laughed together nt that droll Idea. "Yeu have a merry heart, dear little one, Enid old Anncmie. "The saints keep It te you alwuys." "May I tidy the room a littler 'Te lx sure, dear, and thank you tee. 1 bave net much time, you see; and semtbew my back nch badly when I steep." "And it Is se damp here for you, ever all that water!" sold Bebee a tbe swept nnd diuted and set te rights the tiny place, and put in a Uttle broken pet a few sprays cl boneysuckle nnd rosemary thet she bad brought with ber "It Is se damp here, Yeu should hav e come and Uvud in my hut with me, Anncmie, and sat out under tbe vim all day, ami looked after tbe chickens fel me when 1 was hi the town. They are such mischievous Uttle souls, as seen as my back U tuniai ene or ether Is sure te push through the reef, and get out among tbl flowerbeds. Will you never change yeui mind, and live with me, Auncmlet I am sun you would In) happy, and the starling tayi your name quite plain, und be Is such a funny bird te talk te, you never would tire of him. Will you never comel It Is te bright there, and green and sweet smelling, and te think you never even have seen it! and the strain and all It U a shame." "Ne dear." said old Annemle, eating net last bunch of currants. "Yeu have said sc te often, and you are geed and mean It, thai 1 knew But I could net leave the water. II would kill me. Outef Ibli wlnJew, you Lnew, I saw my Joamiefs brl go away away awey till the in&s were jest in, tbe eilJtl uviast taa trew te nerwayl taa a'Epine of thk town, a geed thtp, aad a tare, aad ber mate, taxi at proud aa might be, and with 'a little blest Mary at lead round hb threat, Bhe waa te be bark fa pert la eight months, brlagtag timber, Bgbt months that brought Easter time. But sheaaver tame. Never, never, never, yea knew. I tat here watching them remi and go, and my child atckeued and died, ami the summer pained, and the autumn, aad all the whUe I kked-loekd-looked; for ta brigs are all much alike; aad only her I al ways taw aa toen as the nova In tight (be cause be tied a hank of Bat te ber mtxsm matt); and whan ha waa home safe aad sound I spun the bank Inte host for bun; that wai a fancy of hla, and for aleaja voyages, eat en another, ba bad Barer misted te tie tht las nor I te spin the bete. But tha bask el lax 1 never taw this time; nor tha bravt brig; nor my geed man with hla tunny blot yea. Only one day fa winter, whoa the great blocks of lea were amaiimag hither and thither, a coaster caste fa and brought tldtags of hew off fa tha Danish waters they bad com en a waterlogged brig, and her hull riven fa two and ber crew all drowned and dead beyond any manner of doubt And en her stern there was her name painted white, tbe Flew d'Eploe, of Brussels, aa plain as name could be, and that waa all wa ever knew; what evil hail struck her, or hew they bad perished, aobedy ever told. Only the coaster brought that bit of beam away, with the Fleur d'Eplne writ clear upon It But you tee I never knew my man la dead. Any day who can any t i any one of these ships may bring him aboard of her, and he may leap out en the wharf there, and coma running up the stairs as be used te de, and cry, In Ids merry voice, 'An nemle, Annemle, here is mere flax te spin, here b mere bete te woaver Fer that waa always hb hemeward word; no matter whether ha had bad fair weather or foul, he alwayi knotted the flax te hb masthead. Be you see, dear. I could net leave here. .Fer what if be ceme and found me away I He would say It was an odd fashler of mourning for him. And 1 could net de without the wbidew, you knew 1 can wntcb all the brigs come in, and I can tmeU tbe shipping smell that I have loved all the days of my life; and lean tee the lads heaving, and climbing, and furling, and mending these bits of canvas, and hauling their flags up and down. And then who can eayl the sea never took him, I think I think I shall hear hb voice before I die. Fer they de say that Oed b geed." Beboe, sweeping very noiselessly, listened, and ber eyes grew wistful and wondering. Bhe had heard the story a thousand times; always In different words, but always tbe tame Uttle tale, and the knew hew old An An ncmeo was deaf te all the bells that tolled the time, and blind te all tbe whiteness of ber hair and all tbe wrinkles of her face, and only thought of her sen slain lever as be bad been In the days of her youth. Bhe did net speak at all at the finished sweeping tbe bricks, and went down-stairs for a metal cruche fuU of water, and set ever a little charcoal en the stove tbe old woman's brass soup kettla witb her supper of stewing cabbage. Annomle did net bear or notlce, the was stlU looking out of tbe whele fa the wall en te tba masts, and the sails, and the water. It was twilight Frem the barges and brigs thcre ceme the smell of the bee. The sailors wcre shouting te each ether. Tbe craft wcre crowded close, and test In the growing darkness. On the ether slde of the canal the belfries were ring ing for espcrs, "Elevcu voyages ene and another, and he never forget te tle tbe flax te tbe mast," An An ncmeo murmured, with ber old wrinkled face leaning out Inte the gray air. "It used te fly therojeno could tee it coming up half a mUe off just a paloycUew flake en the wind, Uke a tress of my hair, he would say. Ne, no, I could net go away; be may ceme te-night, te-morrow, any time; be b net drowned, uet ray man; he was all I bad, and Oed U geed, they say." t&T77 "lie unj all I had, and Oed it geed, Viey tay." Bebco listened and looked, then kissed the old shaking band and took up the loco pat terns and went softly out of the room with out speaking. When old Anncmie watched at tbe window It was useless te teck for any word or slgu of ber; poeplo said that she had never been qulte right In bcr brain since that fatal win ter uoeu sixty years before, when the coaster had brought Inte pert the broken beam of the geed brig Flcur d'Eplne. Bebee did net knew about that, nor heed whethcr her w Its were right or net Bbe bad known tbe old creature In the face room where Anncmie pi Icked out designs, and tbe had conceived a great regard and sorrow for her; mid when Anncmie bad becorae tee ailing and aged te go herself any longer te the lace maker's place, Bebee bad begged Icave for her te bave the patterns at home, and had carried them te and fro for bcr far the last three or four years, doing many ether Uttle useful services for the toue old soul as well services which Anncmie hardly perceived, tbe bad grown se used te them, mid ber fccble Intelligence was te sunk in tbe ene absorbing Idea that she must watch nU the days through aud all the years through for the coming of the dead man and the lest brig. Beboe put the loco jiattrriis In her basket, and trotted home, bersabotsclattcringen the stones. "What It must be te care for any ene Uke thatl" she thought, and by seme vague asso ciation of thought that she could net bave pursued, she lifted the leaves and looked at the mess rese bud. It was qulte dead. CHAPTER VIL As she get clear of the city and eat en her country read, a shadow feU across her in the evening light "nave jeu had a geed day, Uttle ene! asked a voice that made her step witb a cu rious vague expectancy and plcasure. "It Is you I" sbe said, with a Uttle cry, as the saw her friend of tbe silk stockings lean ing en n gnte midway in the green aud soli tary read that leads te Lackcn. "Yew, It hi I," be answered aa be joined ber. "Have you forgiven me, Bobeor1 Sbe looked at him with frank, appealing eyes, Uke theso of a child In fault "Oh, I did net sleep aU night," the told, limply. "I thought I had been rude and un grateful, and I could net be sure I bad dene tight, though te have done otberwise would certainly bave been wrong." He laughed. " Well, that is a clearer deduction than b te be drawn from most moral uncertainties. De nut think twice about the matter, my dear. I have net, I assure yea" "Ner Bbe was a llttla disappointed. It seemed such an Icimcase thing te her; and tbe bad lain awake all tbenlgbt, turning It about le ber Uttle brain, and appealing vainly for help In It te tbe sixteen sleep angels. "Ne, Indeed. And where are you going te feet, as If these wooden shoes of yours were sandal of Mercury f "Mercury U that a shoemaker 1" "Ne, my dear. He did a terrlblu bit of cob bling ence, when be made woman. But be did uet (bee ber font with swiftness that I knew of , sbe only runs aw ay te be run after, and If you de net pursue ber, sbe comes back always." Bdbeu did net understand at all. "1 thought Ged made woman," the taid, a Uttle nr.-e stricken. "Yeu call It Ued. Poeplo three thousand yrars age called it Mercury or Hermes. Beth main tbe same thing mere words te desig nate an unknown quality. Whcre nre you je leg I Dees your home 11a here V "Yes, onward, qulte far onward," told Bebee, weudrnug that be lad forgotten all the had told; likn Uh day before nbeut, her nut. tier caraw. euti ncr nalahben. "Vew . .fr i w JmSm WDk BBBlKV BBBsfl jj I llBBBBBBu JB& atdaotcemeand finish year pletara today; whywatthatf I bad aroltbudfer7ea,bat Hla (lead new." "I went te Aaren, Ten looked for ate a Uttle, thaar 'Oh, ail day long, for I waa te afraid I bad beea ungrateful " "That la vary pretty of yea. Women are never grateful, my dear, except when they are very 111 treated. Mercury, whom wa were talking of, gave them, among ether gifts, a dogs heart" Bebee felt bewildered; the did net reason about It but tbe (die, shallow, cynical tone , pained her by Its levity and Its imllkeaeai te tbe sweet, still, gray summer evening. "Why are you In such a hurry r be pur sued. "The night b cool, and It b only? o'clock. I wlU walk part of tha way with you." "I am fa a hurry bocause I have Annemie'a patterns te de," said Bebee, glad that be speke of a thing that the knew hew te an an twer. "Yeu sce, AnneniVt hand shakes, and bcr eyes are dim, and the pricks tha pattern aU awry and never perceives It; It would break ber heart If one showed ber te, but the Baca would net take them aa they are; they are of no use at aU. Be I prick them out myself en fresh paper, and the Baea think It b aU ber doing, and pays ber tha same money, and tbe b quite content And at I carry I be patterns te and fro for her, be cause she cannot walk, It b easy te cheat her Uke that and It b no harm te cheat te, you knew." He was silent "Yeu are a geed Uttle girl, Bebee, I can tee," he said at last, witb a graver sound fa hb voice. "And who b this Annemle for whom you de te much an old woman, I sup poser "Oh, yea, qulte old; Incredibly old. Her man was drowned at tea sixty years age, and tbe watches for lib brig still, night and morn ing." "The deg's bcartl Ne doubt be beat ber, and had a wife in fifty ether ports." "Oh, no," said Bebee, with a Uttle cry, as though the word against tbe dead man hurt ber, "Sbe bas told me te much of him. He was as geed as geed could be, and lered her te, and between the voyages they wcre te happy, purely that must have been sixty yean new, and she b te sorry ttill, end still wUl net bcliove that he was drewned." no looked down en her with a smlle that had a certain pity fa It "Well, yes; thcre are women Uke that, I bcliove. But be very sure, my dear, be beat her. Of the two, ene always holds the whip and uses it tbe ether crouches." "1 de net understand," said Bebee. "Nebut you wilt" "IwtUI Whenl" no smiled again. "Oh te-morrow, perhaps, or next year or when Fate fancies. " "Or rather when I choeso," he thought te himself, mid let hb eyes rest with a certain pleasure en the Uttle feet, that went beslde blm In the grass, and tbe pretty fair besom that showed ever and again, as the frills of her Unon bodlce wcre blown beck by the wind and bcr own quick motion. t Beboe looked also upnt hlin; be was very handsome, and looked te te ber, after tbe bread blunt characterless faces of the Walleen peasantry around her. He walked with an easy grace, he was clod fa picture Uke vel vets, be bad a beautiful poetlo head, and eyes like dccp4rewn waters, and a face Uke one 1 of Jeraacn a or Ucmurandt's cavaliers In tbe galleries whcre the used te steal In of a Bun day, and leek up at the paintings, and dream of what that world could be In wblcb theso pcople had lived. "Yeu are of the people of Rubes' country, are you netl" the asked blm. "Of what country, my dcarf "Of the pcople that live fa tbe geld frames,'' tali Bebee, qulte seriously. "In the galleries, you knew. I knew a charwo man that scrub tbe Deers of tbe Arcnbcrg palace, and the lets me fa sometimes te leek; and you are just Uke these great gentlemen fa the geld frames, only you have uet a hawk and a sword, and they always have. I used te wonder whcre they ceme from, for they are net Uke any of U3 ene bit, and the char woman theblJsa Dredcl, and lives In the street of the Tet d'Etaln always said, 'Dear heart, they all belong te Rubes' bnd wa never tee their Uke nowadays.' But you must ceme out of Rubes' land; at least, I think te, de you netl" He caught her meaning; be knew that Rubes was the homely abbreviation of Ru bens that all the Netherlander used, and be guessed the Idea that was reality te tbb Uttle lonely, fanciful mind. 'Teihnjw I de," he answered bcr with a sn-Jle, for It was net worth bis whlte te db abuse her thoughts of any Imagination that glorified htm te her. "De you net want te ice Hulics' world, Uttle ene I Te tcu the geld aud the grandeur, und the glitter of It all never te tell or get tired f always te mevq lnapageantl always tollvellko the hawks In the paintings you talk of, with silver bells buug round you, and a heed all sewn with iwarbr "Ne," tald Bebco, tlmply. "I should like te sce It just te tce It, as ene leeks through a grating Inte tbe king's grape houses here. But I should net Uke te lhe fa It I leve my hut and the starling, and the chickens, and what would the garden de without mol and the chUdrcn, and the old Anncmlel 1 could net anyhow, anywhere be any happier tliuu I am. There b only ene thing I wish." "And what Is thntr ,"Te knew something; net te be te Ignor ant Just leek I I can read a Uttle, It It true; aiy Hours, and the letters, and when Krebs brings In n newspaper I can read a Uttle of It net muelu I knew French well, bocause Antoine was French himself and never did talk Flemish te me; and they, being Nether landers, cannot, of course, rend tbe nows news puiiers nt oil, and se think It very wonderful i indeed In me. But what I want b te knew things, te knew all about what was before ever 1 wet living. St Oudule, new they say It was built hundreds of years beforej and Ilubcs, again they say he was a painter Ling In Antwcrjwn before tbe eldest, eldest woman Uke Annemle ever began te count tuna I am sure books wiU tell you all these things, bocause I sce the students coming and going with thorn; and when I taw ence the mUllent of books in tbe Rusdu Musco I asked the keeper wbat use tbey wcre for, aud lit tald, Te make men wise, my dear,' But Grlngolre Dae, the cobbler, who was with me It was a fete day Bac. be tald, 'De net you bcliove that, Bebee; tbey only muddb folks' brains; for ene book tells them eni thing and another book another, and te en till they are dazed with all the contrary lying; and if you tee a bookish man, be sure you see a very peer creature, who could uet bee a patch, or klU a pig, or stitch an upper leather wcre it ever se.' But I de net bcliove that Bae tald right Did bar "I am net sure. On the whele, I think tt b the truest remark en Uterature I hart ever beard, and ene that shows great judg ment in Bac Wclir "WcU sometimes, you knew," taid Bebee, net understanding his answer, but pursuing her thoughts confidentially; "sometimes I talk Uke this te the neighbors, and they laugh at me. Bccause Mere I'rebt says that when ene knows bow te spin and sweep and makr bread and say one's prayers and milk a goal or a coir It Is all a woman wants te knew this Bid.) of heaven. But for me, I cannot help it when I leek at theso windows In thf cathedral, or at theso bcautlf nl twisted Uttle spires that are all ever our Hetel de Ville, J want te knew who the men wcre that made them what they did and thought bow they looked and speke hew they learned te tliape ttone Inte leaves ami grasse Uke tliat hew they could image nU theso angel faces en the glass. When I go oleno bi tht quite curly morning or at night when It Is still tomctlmes in winter I have te stay till It U dark ever the loco 1 bear their feet ceme after me aud tbsy whUper te me clese, 'leek what beautiful things we hav u dene. Rebec, and you all forget us qulte. We did w hat never will die, but our names are as dead as the stones.' And then lam se sorry for them and ashaincd. And I want te knew mere. Cen you tell nief He looked at her earnestly, her eyes were shining, her checks were warm, bcr Uttle mouth was trttnuluiu with cngernubs. "Did any enu ever sx.uk te you in that way f he asked ber. Ne," the answered n bint "It comes Inte my Lew! of Itself. Semetlmu4 1 think tbe cathedral angels put it there. Fer the angels must lw tired, you knew; always point ing te Oni and always seeing men turn an ay I used te tell Antoine sometimes. But he used te shake bis head and say that it was no ue thinking, most likely St Oudule nnd Bt Mlclieel UnO set the church down In lhe night -ill ready made, why netl Ged made tbe trees, and tbey wcre mere wonderful, be theusht, for hb cart 'And te ana, they are. out that la no answer. And de want te knew. I want tome one who willtteUmeand If yea coma out of Rubes' country at 1 think, no doubt you knew everything, of remember It" Ueamlled. "Tbe (res past te Rubes' country lies fa bcieha. pretty one. Shall I give you temet say, lead them, I mean, since giving yea are tee willful te bear of without offense Yeu can read, you tald r Bebee's eye glowed aa they lifted them selves te bb, "I can read net very fast, but that would ceme with doing It mera and mere, I think, just as spinning does ene knots the thread and breaks it about a million tunes before one lcema te apla aa Baa at cobwebs. I have read tha etetiea et St Anne, and of Bt Catherine, and of St Luven fifty tunes, but they are all tha book that Father Francis has and no one tbe bss any among us." "Very wclL Yeu shall bare books of mine, cesy ones flntj and then these that are mere serious. But what time will you havet Yeu de te much ; you are like a Uttle golden bee." Beboe laughed happily. "Obi give me the books and I will find the time. It b light te early new. That gives one se many hours. In winter one hat te few one must lb In bed, becaute te buy a candle you knew one cannot afford except of course n taper new and then, as one's duty 1, ter our Lady or for the dead. And you will really, really, lend me boekar "Really-I will Yea. I will bring yen ene te the Orande Place te-morrow, or meet you en your read thcre with It De you knew what poetry b, Bebee r "Ne." "Rut your flowert talk te your "Ahl always. But then no ene else bears them ever but met and se no ene cbn ever bellovea." "WeU poets are folks who hear the flow ers talk aa yen de, and the trees, and the teas, and the boost, and even the stones; but no one ebe ever heart these things, ana te, when the poets write thorn out, tbe rest of the world say, 'That b very fine, no doubt, but only geed for dreamers; It wlU bake no bread.' 1 wlUglre you seme poetry for I think you care mero about dreams than about bread." "I de uet knew," told Beboe; and the did net knew, for her ib-oams,'llke her youth, and her Innocence, and her simplicity, and bcr strength, wcre all unconscious of themselves, at such things must be te be pure and true at alL Beboe had grown up straight, and cleau, and fragrant, and joyens aa one of her own carnations, but the knew herself no mera than tba carnation knewt Its color and Its root "Ne, you de net knew," tald he, with a tort of pity; and thought within himself, was It worth whlle te let bcr knewl If the did net knew, these vague asptra asptra tleus and imaginations would drop off from her with tha years of bcr early youth, aa tba llme flowers drop downward with the sum mer heats. Bhe would forget them. They would linger a little fa her head, and perhaps, always wake at tome sunset hour or some an an gelus chime, but net te trouble her. Only te make ber cradle tong a Uttle sadder and softer than matt women's was. Unfed, they would sink away and Iwar no blossom. Bhe would grew Inte a simple, hardy, bard working, Oed fearing Flemish woman like the rest Bhe would marry, no doubt, soma time, and rear her chUdren honestly and wellt and tit fa the market stall every day, and rpln and sew, and dig and wash, and sweep, nnd brave bed weather, and be content with peer feed te tbe end of ber liirmlett and laborious flays peer Uttle Beboe I no saw bcr se clearly as she would ba (f be let bcr alone. A Uttle taller, a little broader, a little browner, lest sweet of voice, lest soft of akin, less flower Ilka fa face; having loernod te think only as ber neighbors thought, of price of weed and cost of bread; laboring cheerily but hardly from daybreak te nightfall te fill hungry mouths; forgetting all thing except the little curly beads Uustered round her soup pet, and the year-old Up sucking at her breasts. A blameless Ufe, an eventless Ufe, a Ufa at clear as the dewdrop. and as color less; a Ufa openlng, passing, ending fa the llttla green weeded fane, by tbe bit of water where tht swans made their nests under the willows; a Ufe Uke tbe Ufe of mlUlent; a Uttb purer, a Uttle brighter, a little mere tender, perhaps, than theso Uvea usually are. but otherwise at Uke them as ene ear of barley b Ilka another at It rise from the seU, and blew fa tbt wind, nnd turns brown fa tba strong summer sun, and then gees down te tbe ted again under tbe tickle. He saw bcr just aa she would be If be let ber nlone. But should be leave bcr alone I He cared nothing, only her eyes hed such a pretty, frank, Innocent leek like a bird fa them, and sbe bad been se brave and bold with him about these silken stockings; and thb little Ignorant, dreamful mind of hen was te like a blush rosebud, which leeks te clese shut, and te twoet smelling, and te templing fold within fold, that a child wUl pull It open, forgetful that be will spoil It for ever from being n full grown rese, and that he will let the dust, and the tun, and the bet Inte lb tender besom and men are true chil dren, and women are their rosebuds. Thinking only of keeping well with thb ttrene aiul beautiful wayfarer from that unknown raraillm of Rubes' country, Belie lifted up the vine leaves of ber basket "I took a flower for you today, but It ll dead. Loek te-morrow, If you will bt thcre, you shall hare tha beat In all tht garden." "Yen wish te tee me again thenn b asked bcr. Bobeo looked at him with troubled ey as, but witb a tweet, frank faith that bad ae hesitation fa If. "Yest yr-i nre net like anything I ever knew, null if you will only help me te learn a Utile. Sometimes I think I am net stupid, only Ignorant but I cannot be at 'eat I try." He smiled ; he was listlessly amused ; tha day before be bail tempted tbe child merely be cause the was pretty, and te tempt ber fa that way Boomed tbe natural course of things, but new there was something in ber that touched blm differently; tbe end would be the sumo, but be would change tbe means. The tun bed tot Thcre was a low, dull ml rlnnr itlll en the for aim) of tha nlslns thatwasalL In the distant cottages Uttle Ughta wcre twinkling. Tbe path grew dark. "I wUl go away and let ber alene," he thought "Peer little soul I It would gire Itself lavbldy, It would never be bought I will let It alene; the mind will go te sleep and tbe body will keep healthy and strong and pure, as i-eople call It It would be a pity te play with both a day, and then threw thorn away, as tbe boy threw the pear blossom. Bhe b a Uttle clod of earth that has field flowers growing fa it I will let her alene, the flowers under the plow fa due ceurse will ille, and the wlU be content among tha ether clods If 1 let ber alone." At that moment there went across tbe dark fleldi, against the dusky red sky, a young man witb a pUe of brushwood en hb back, and a hatchet In bb hand. "Yeu ere late, Bebee," be called te ber fa Flemish, and scowled at the stranger by ber tide. "A geed looking lad who b Itf said her companion. "That b Jcannet, the ten of old Sephia," the answered him. "neb se geed eh. ae geed, you cannot think; be keeps hb mother and three Uttle listen, and works se very, very hard fa the forest, and yetTie often finds time te dig my garden for me, and ba chop all my weed in tbe winter." They had ceme te where tbe read gees up by tbe king's summer palace. They were under great hanging beucbet and llmea, Thcre was a high gray wall, nnd ever It the blossoming fruit boughs bung. In a ditch full of long grass Uttle kids bleated by their mothers. Away en the left went the green fields of colza, and beetroot, and trefeU, with big f ei est trees here and thcre in the midst, ami, ugaintt lhe blue low line of the far hori zon, red mill sails, and gray church spires, dreamy plaintlve bells far away somewhere were ringing tbe tad Flemish carillon. He pauKd and looked at ber, "1 must bid you geed nigbt, Bebee you are near your borne new." She jiaused tee and looked at him. "But 1 shall tee you te-morrow P There was the wistful, eager, anxious un consciousness of appeal as when the night Iwfore tbe bad asked bun If ha were angry. He hesitated u uieuunt If be taid no, und went away outef the city wherever lib list litvi und cbiuigcul whim called blm, be knew bow it would be uilli hen he knew wbat ber ;Z.w&uMbeassun4?us baknaw than nh 3- would com eat of tha peach lower roayea the waU there, Hfe la the Uttle hat,- aaef ' . tbe neighbors; sleepy and aw anatvmlstal '; If he let ber alene. ..' If be stayed and taw ber aa tha (sorrow iaW knew, tee, the end aa surety a be knew that " the branch of white pear Ueama wMea at ' V carebameat be had knocked down with nV . ; stone en tbe grata yonder, would fad la tha night and would never bring forth BsewiH, "l simple fruit In the sunshine. h Te leave the peach flower te come teaav -1 turityand be plucked by a peasant or la . V pull down tbe pear blossom and rifle tha fatdtf ') Carelessly and languidly be balanced tha " question with himself, whilst Bebee. forgetful , of tholacepatterntandtbefllghtef the bear, , steed looking at blm with anxious aad plead- fag eyes, thinking only waa be angry agate. or would he really bring ber ttie books aaa make ber wise, and let bcr knew the sterta el tbe paRtl ', "tihail 1 see you te-morrow r the aald wfcaV fully. 'Should she-lf ba left the peach bkaaes 4 aafe en tbe wall, Jeannet the weed cutter would ceme by and by hed gather the fruit. If he left the clod of earth fa lb eattar with all It dabte untouched, thb black brewed young peasant would cut It reund1 with his hatchet and carry It te hb wicker cage, that tbe homely brown lark of bb lev might ting te It tome stupid weed net ante a cettage cava Tbe tight of the strong young forester go ing ever the darkened fields agalaat tba dull red tkle was a feather that suffice te away te ene ttde a balance that hangs en a hair. He bad been inclined te leave ber atea mindless, honest Ufe that bcr fanciful girl'' heed would sottle down Inte as tima theald go en. But when fa the figure of the wood man there was painted visibly en tbe dusky sky that end for her which he had foreseen, be was net Indifferent te tt; he resented It; be was stirred te a vague desire te reader H imposdble. If Jcannet had net geno by across tea field be would bave left bcr and let her oleno from that night thonceforwardt aa M was "Geed night Bcbee," be said te her. "Te- ,'-S morrow I wH finish the UroedhuU and bring you your first book. De net dream tte much or you wiU prick your bee patterns all awry. Geed night, pretty one." Then be turned and went back through tht green dim fanes te the city. Bolwe steed a moment looking after htm, with a happy tmtle, then sbe picked up th fallen peach bough and ran home a fast at her feet would take ber. That night she worked very late watering her flowers, and trimming them, and then Ironing out a Uttle clean white rap for tht morrow, and then sitting down under tht J open lattice te prick out all old Anaemle"! , deeignt by th strong light or the mil 1 it.t MA.Fn.l L. a... )f.L. Is. mAt.. 111a iKuutx uvr uub nun its remuuuvb 4 ?b IIUkHlvaaiui aua uiv tllinr um bbv uaursjjtacm. ' ,- and the gay, pretty, wordiest songs ReatM -;-; acres the water and across tbe tlelds, aad wosesomo eia paepn in uieir ueesastasy .;, , lay witn tneirwtnuews open, ana ineyturata ,s iu,u tivenvu tuwwwTn uju rau, j mm J eeani vuis is sue eve ei ins ascension, bob ---j. a tbe angels are te near we bear them." But It was no angel; only tbe thing that b nearer heaven than anything else a UtUW human heart that b happy aud Innocent Bebco bad only one sorrow that night The peach blossoms were all dead -aud no care could call them back 'even for an beurt blooming. "Ha did net think when be struck them down," the sold te herself, regretfully. CHAPTER VIIL " "Can I de any work for yen,.uehr aau M wtaw-wui iu uajmim, f''H mm -j gate open timidly with one hand. 'm "Thore b none te de, Jeannet Tbey waft f. m llttla fa thb time of tbe rear tba flower.'' '."' ' laid the, lifting her bead from th twa'-, , pea she waa tying up te their stick. " 'h'Ay, Tbe woodman did net answers be Isaatd ever tba half open wicket, aad twayad H t: backward aad forward under hb bar am, ;-'-He wa a geed, barmleat, gentle fattetr.. wartby as charcoal and simple a a ahikt, and quit Ignorant; having spout ail al4ayf.-'i fa tba great Belgnbs forest making -tjiV.i-; 4.-M h- m llU imA 4 ImvIu il V. f tV tree or burufag charcoal a ha grew te sn- jJt heed. -. Hit 'Whn was thatlashrneur with VOU Ustf night, Bebeer hearted, after a fang Uue, , "$, watching ber aa aba moved. t. a J , , Boheo'a eye grew,r-ry aef t, bat tbey loehaft.TJj un frankly. J . & "laranotsure-lithlnkbeba patater-a "3wS great painter prima, I mean-aa Rube waa ,m ,.. n .it. .ii i n wa.rn mass J.- ui wfcvn"?u, w-i ,wi . . i mi" for fast fa th cadwdraL "Who vat' that teianeur with yen fa night, llebeer "But bv was welkfag with your "He wasifathelan as I came horn'! night yea." S "Wbat does be give you for your ref. 1 "Ob-he pays ma weU. Hew b your mother thb day. Jeannet f "Yeu de net Uke te talk of hlmr "Why tliciukl you went le talk of blmt-h b nothing te you." "Did you really ee him only two day age, Bobeor "Oh, Joarinetl did I ever tell a falsehood I you would net say that te one of your Uttle tbters." The forester swayed the gate te and fro drearily under hb folded arms. Iloben, net regarding blm, cut ber flower, and filled bcr baskuts, and did her ether work, and tot a ladder against tbe but and climbed en IU low reef te seek for eggs, tba liens baring green tastes sometimes for the rushes and lichens of Its thatch. Bbe found two eggs, which she premised herself te take te Annemle, and looking round as the sat ea the edge et the reef, witb one feet en tha highest rung of the ladder, saw that Jeannet was still at the gate. "Yeu wUl be late fa tbe forest, Jeannet," sbe cried te blm. "It b such a long, long way In nnd out Why de you leek se sulky I and you ere kicking tbe wicket te pieces," "I de net like you te talk with stranger," sold Jeannet, sullenly and sadly. Bebee laughed as the sat en tbe edge of th thatch, and looked at tbe shining gray skle of the early day, and the daw wet garden, and tbe green fields beyond, with happy eye that mode the familiar soene transfigured te her. "Ob, Jeannet, what nonsensel A If I de net talk te a million strangers every tum mcrl at' If 1 could ever sell a flower If I did netl Yeu are cress tbb morning that fa what It U" "De you knew the man' namer tald Jaa net, suddenly. Bebee felt bcr cheeks grew warm a with tome noonday heat of sunsblce. She thought It was with anger against blundering Jeaa Jeaa net'a curiosity. "Net and what would his name be te na, It I did knew Itl I cannot ask people because tbev bur bit rotes." ". -A"i "As if it were only rose l" 3fc There waa the length of the garden between them, and Bebee did net bear a tbe sat ea the edge of her reef with that light dreamful enjoyment of air and sky and coolness, aa-i ail tbe beautv of the dawning day, which th tweet vague tense of a personal bsppfata V"' will brfaz with it te tha dull aad tha A' --,.! (2 GVUUSSW , -!( (ClOMllHKCU "'"-""V J -, i -m. n.etl.n.l aennnfasr tha lllBBrl - ,.v .uv, .fr w ' !-, .i E it 1 i I mIi Ihni ami T cars en iuu sjujibu v - - - - -j.- aawaat avetPin u used la net oeaa ey laaecw .) nary brake, but by wmftriiy eria iircuttiiu tbe meter and, immediately i . umin;; tbe current UireugU tU uiagucU , i ji A) ;1 i t aIH 5 - J fv .1 '.' M ff . ' m ?' is- 0' " m i), $,'. v M m j- t -t-. -.-: Jr .- , 1' iffajcaT&A ' Mtar ?. :K
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