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THE LANCASTER DAILY INTELLIGENCE!, SATUtAY, MAY 18, 1889.
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BEBEE;
TWO LimE WOODEN SHOES
ByJttnDA
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us rnrew tDe leaves away, irritably, and
tcld her te leave, oft her spinning.
"Some day I shall paint you with that
wheel as I painted the Broedhub. Will you
let me, Bcbee f"
"Yes."
She answered him aa she would bave an
swered if he had told her te go en pilgrimage
from ene end of the Lew Countries te the
ether.
"What wcre you going te de today !"
"I am gelns into the market with the Cow
ers; I go every day."
"Hew much will you maUeP
"Twe or three francs, if I am lucky."
"And de you never have a holiday I"
"Oh, yes; hut net often, you knew, bocause
it Li en the fete days that the pcople went the
most flowers."
"But in the wlntcrl"
"Then 1 work nt the lace."
"De jeu never go into I he weeds!"
"I have been, ouce or twice; but it loses a
whele day."
"Yeu ure nfrald of net earning!"
"Yes. Because I am afraid of owing peo pee peo
ple anything."
"Well, ghe up this oue day, and we will
make holiday. The peeple nre out; they will
net knew. Ceine into the forest, and we will
dlne at a cufe In the weeds; and we will bens
poetic a3 you like, and I ill tell you a tale of
ene called Rosalind, who pranked herself In
boys' attire, all for love, In the Ardennes
country yonder. Come, It is the very day
for the forest; it will r.ial.e me n lad again at
Icuden, when the lilaca were in bloom. Peer
Paris I Come."
"De you mean ltf
The color was bright in her face, her heart
was dancing, her little fret felt themselves
already en the fresh green turf.
She hud no thought that there could be any
harm in it. She would have genu w lth Jean Jean
net or old Baa
"Of course 1 mean It Come. I was going
te Mnjcnce te see the Magi and Van Dyck's
Christ. We will go te Eelgnles Instead, and
study green leaves. I will paiut your fnce by
sunlight It Is the best way te jalut you.
Yeu In-long te the open air. Be bheuld Grct
chen, or hew elbe Bheuld she hat e the blue
sky in her eycsl"
"But 1 hnvoenly wooden sbecal"
Her face was scarlet as the gtanceil at her
feet; he who had w tinted togive her the bilk
stockings hew would be llke te be F-cn walk
ing abroad with thou) two clumsy, clattering,
werk-n-dny, little sabots!
"Ne er mind. My dear, in my tlme 1 have
had enough of satin shoes and of sbvr gilt
heels; they click-clack as loud as yours, and
cost much inore te these who walk with tbcm,
net te mention that they will seldom deign te
walk nt nU. Your wooden shoes are pictur
esque, Taganlnl made a violin out of a
-redea tbee. Who knows whnt musie may
lurk la yours, only you have never heard it,
Ferbaps I have. It was Bac who gave ou
the red shoes, that was the barbarian, net L
Come."
"Yeu really mean it!"
"Come,"
"But they will miss me nt market."
"They will think you nre geno en the pil
grimage; you need never tell them you have
net."
- "Uutlttbey ask me!"
"Dees It never happen that you say any
ether thing than the truth I"
"Any ether thing than the truth I Of
course net. People teke for grnntcd that ene
U1U truth; It would l very hase te cheat
them. De you really mean that I may coine
In the forest nnd you will tell me stories
llke thoe you give me te read!"
"1 will tell you n butter story. Leck jour
hut, Keliee, and come,"
"And te think you are net ashamed!"
"Ashamed!"
"Yes, Iwcnuse of my wooden shoe"
Was it ellilcl Jlebce thought, as she ran
out into the garden and locked the deer be
bind her, and pushed the key under the water
butt as usual, being quite content with that
prudent precaution against robbers which
had served Antolne all his days. Was It jkm jkm
sible, this wonderful Joyl Her cheeks wcre
like her roses, her eyes had a brilliance llke
the sun, the natural grace and mirth of the
chiM blossomed hi a thousand wujs und ges
tures. Asshe wentby thoshrlne In the wall sua"
bent her knoe n moment and mmle the sign
of the cress; then she gathered a little mess
rese Unit nodded eleaj under the border of
the pnlisade and turned nud gave It te him.
"Loek, she scuds you this. She is net an
gry, you see, and it is much mere pleasure
w ben she Is pleased de j ou net knew !"
He shrunk a little, as her lingers touched
him.
"What a pity you had no mother, Bobeol"
husatd, eniin ImpuLaOef emotion, of which
in Paris he would have been mero ashamed
than of any guilt
eiiAiTnrt xiv.
In the deserted lane by the swans' water,
under the willows, the horses waited te take
him te Mechlin; little, cpilck, rough horses,
with round brass Mis, In the Flemish fash
ion, mid gay harness, and a low clmr-a-U'inc,
hi which a wolf skin and red rugs, and all n
painter's many necessities, were tossed to
gether. He lifted her in, and the little horses flew
fa through the green country, ringing
chillies at each sk , till they plunged Inte the
deep glades of the weeds of Cambre and
Selgnles. .
Seiguies Is only a ricmlsh forest In a plain,
threw ing its shadow e er corn fields and cat
tle past urcj, with no panorama be.) eud It and
no wonders In its depth. But It Is afresb,
bold, beautiful forest for nil that
Te Bebco it was as an enchanted land, and
every play of light and simile, evcry hare
speeding across the paths, overy thrush sing
ing In the leaves, every little deg rese or
harebell that blossomed in the thickets, was
te her u treasure, a pictui e, a poem, a do de
light He had seen girls thus hi the weeds of VI11
cenucs and of Versailles In the studcut days
of his youth, little work girls fresh from
chale ts of the Jul n or from vine hung huts of
the Leire, w he had brought their peer little
charms te. peiish in Paris, and who dwelt uu
der tbe het tiles and amidst the gilded shop
signs till they wtre ns paleund thiuns their
own starved Uilsams, ami who, when they
saw the green weeds, laughed and cried n
little, nud thought of the bread sun swept
fit Ids, and w Uheil that they were back again
behind their drtne of cows, or weudlug
among the green grapes.
But thou) little work girls had been mere
homely daisies, and daisies already with the
duit of the pniemcnt and of the dancing
ganlens U)ou them.
Bcbee was as pure and fresh as these dew
wet deg roses that she found in the thickcta
of thorn.
He had meant te treat her as he had used
todiitheso work girls a little wine, a little
wooing, n Uttb felly und passion, tdle as a
but tertlj an 1 brief as n rainbow ene mid
sumTncr day" and night then a handful of
geld, a caress, a geed morrow, and forgetful fergetful
lusu ever of tcrw ards tliat was what he had
meant when be bad brought her out te the
forest of Seigules.
B Jt ths was different, this child.
He made the great sketch of her for his
Gretchen, sitting ou a mess ground trunk,
with marguerites lq.r hand; he fern) .for
aeu (masMMi tar BJte tas woeos, ana saw
her set ber pearly teet Inte early peaches
and costly sweetsaeate; he wandered with her
hither and thither, and told her tales cart of
the poets and talked te her In tbe dreamy,
cynical, poetical manner that was character
istic of him. being half artificial and half
sorrowful, a his temper waa
But Bebee oil unconscious, intoxicated
with happiness and yet touched by It Inte
that vgu sadness which the summer ran
bring with It even te young things, if tbey
have soul In them Bebco Mid te him what
the work (drk of Pari never had done.
Beautiful things; things fantastic, Igno
rant, absurd, very simple, very unreasonable
oftentimes, but thing beautiful always, and
sometimes even very wise by a wisdom net
of the world; by a certain light dl vine that
does shine new and then as through an ala
baster lamp, through rdlnda that have no
Crossness te obscure them.
Ilcr words were net equal te tbe burden of
her thoughts at times, but he knew hew te
take the pearl of the thought from tbe broken
shell and tangled sea weed of her simple un
tutored rpeech.
"If there be n Ged anywhere," he thought
te himself, "this little Fleming b very near
him."
bbe waa se near that although he had no
belief In any Ged, he could net deal with her
as he bad used te de with the work girls In
the ptimrcse paths of old Vlncennca.
CHAPTER XV.
"Te be Gretchen, you must count the,
leaves of your daisies," he said te her, as he
painted painted her Just ns she was, with
her two little whlte feet In the wooden shoes,
and the thick green leaves behind the simplest
picture possible, the dresa of gray only cool
dark gray with whlte linen bodice, and no
color anywhere except in the green of the
feliage; but where he meant tbe wonder and
the charm of It te He waa In the upraised,
serious, child llke face, and the gaxe of the
grave, smiling eyes.
It was Gretchen, spinning, out In tbe open
air among ibe flowers; Gretchen with the tall
deg daisies growing up about her feet, among
the thyme and the roses, before she had had
need te gather ene te ask her future of its
pal ted leaves.
The Gretchen of Bchcffcr tells no tale; she
Is a fair haired, hard working, simple, minded
peasant, with whom neither angels nor devils
have anything te de, nnd whose eyes never
can open te either bell or heaven. But lha
Gretchen of Flamcn said much mero than
this; looking at it, men would sigh from
thame and women wccfren orrew,
"Count the daisies!" echoed Bebco. "Oh,
I knew what you mean. A little much
passionately until death net at nil What
the girls say when tbey want te see If any
one loves them I Is that It !"
Slw looked at him without any conscious
ness except ns she loved the flowers.
"De you think the daisies knew!" she went
en, seriously, parting their petals with her
fingers. "Flowers de knew many things
that U certain."
"Ask them for yourself."
"Ask them what!"
"Hew much any ene loves you!"
"Oh, but every ene loves me; there ts no
ene that is bad. Antolne used te sny te me,
'Nevcr think of yourself, Bcbee; always think
of ether peeple, se every ene will love you.'
And I always try te de that, and every ene
does."
"But that Is net tbe leve tbe daisy tells of
te your sex."
"Nef
"Ne; the girls that you sea count the flow flew
ersthey are thinking, net of all the village,
but of some, ene unllke all the rest, whose
shadow falls across theirs in tbe moonlight!
Yeu knew that!"
"Ah, yes and they marry afterwards
yes."
She said It softly, musingly, with noemlwir neemlwir
rassment; It was an unreal, remote thing te
her, and yet It stirred her heart n llltle with
a vague treuble that was Inllnltcly sweet
There is little talk of leve in the lives of
the peer ; they hnve no space for It; leve te
them means mero mouths te feed, mere
wooden shoes te buy, mero hands te dlve Inte
the meager bag of "coppers. New and then n
girl of thocemmuiio had been married, nnd
hail geno out just the sumo the uext day te
her plowing hi the fields or te her luce wav
ing In the city Belice had thought littloeflt
"They marry or they de uet marry That
is as it may be," said Flamcn, with a smile,
"Bebee, I must paint you ns Gretchen be be bo
fero shomnde a lovedlal of thedalsles. What
Is the story! Ob, I have told you stories
enough. Grctchcn's you would net under
stand Just jet"
"But whnt did the daisies say te her!"
"My dear, the daisies always sny the same
thing, Iwcaiive daisies always tell thu truth
and knew men. The daisies always say 'a
little;' it is the glrl'B car that tricks her and
makes her hear 'till death, a felly nnd false falso falso
hoed of which the daisy Is net guilty."
"But who says It If the ilaUy de net!"
"Ah, the devil, perhaps who knows! He
has se much te de In these things."
But Belxe did net smile, she had a leek of
horror In her blue ejes, she belonged te a
peasantry who liolleved In eierclslng the
lleiid by the aid of the cress, nud who net se
very many generations before had driven
him out of human bodied by rack and flame,
SI 10 looked with a little wlstfuLfear en the
w hite, golden eyed 111:11 gucrites that lay en
her lap.
"De you think the fiend In these!" she
wbtspera.1, with nwe In her voice.
Flamcn smiled. "When you count them
he w ill l there, no doubt."
Beboe threw them with a shudder en the
grass.
"Ilnve I spoiled your holiday, dearf he
said, with n certain self reproach.
She was silent 11 minute, then she gathered
up the daisies agnhi, aud stroked them and
put them te her lips.
"It is uet that they de wrong. Yeu say
the girls' ears decclve them. It Is theglrli
who wnnta lieand will net belicvotbe truth
becnuse It bumbles tbcm; It Is the girls that
nre te blame, net the daisies. As for me, I
w ill net ask the daisies anything ever, se the
(lend will net enter Inte them."
"Ner Inte you. Peer little Beliee."
"Why, you pity me for that!"
"Yes. Because, If women nevcr soe the
serpent's face, neither de they ever sccut tbe
smell of the parndUe roses; nndlt will be hard
for you te die without nslngle rese d'omeur
in your pretty breast, (oer little Bebco."
"I de net understand. But you frighten
uien little,"
He row and left his easel nnd threw him
self nt her feet en the grass; he took the little
w euleu shoes in his hands ns reverently ns he
would hnve taken the breldered shoes of a
duchess; he looked up at her with tender,
smiling eyes.
lie threw himttlf at her feet en (as grast.
"Peer little Bobeol" he said again. "Did I
frighten you, Indeed! Nay, that was very
base, of me. We will net spoil our summer
heliilay There Is no such thing as a fiend,
my dear. There ere only men such as 1 am.
Say tne daisy tell ever for me, Bcbee, Soe If
I de net leve you a little, Just as you leve your
flowers."
She smiled, and tbe happy laughter came
again ever her face,
"Ob, I am sure you care for me a little,"
she said softly, "or you would net 1 se geed
and get me loeb and give me pleasure;
and I de net want Ibe daisies te tell me that,
bocause you say It yeurvlf, which Is better."
"Much betUT," heuiisucred her dreamily,
and by there lu thu grass, holding the little
wooden shoes hi his bauds.
IIj ica net In leve with her. He was lu ue
haste. He prcfirred te play with her softly,
slowly, as one separates the leavui of a rese
te see the deep resu of its heart
Ilcr own ignorance of what she felt bad a
Mm
iuaia ler mm. tie rami te rat Dm TMt
from her eye by gcntle degree, watching
each new pulw beat, each frcah instinct
tmnble Inte life.
It was an old, old story te him; be knew
each chapter nnd verse te weariness, though
there still was no ether terr that ha still
read as often. But te her it waa e new.
Te him It waan long beaten track; he knew
every turn of it: he recegnised erery way way
fetde blossom; he had passed ever a thousand
limes each tremulous bridge; he knew se well
beforehand where cadi shadow would fall,
and where each fresh bud would blossom,
and where each tiarvet would be reaped.
But te her It was se new.
Bhe followed hhn aa a blind child a man
that guides her through a, garden and reads
Der a wonder tale.
He was geed te her, that was nil tbe knew.
When be touched her ever se lightly she felt
a happiness te perfect, and yet se unintelli
gible, that (be could bave wished te die In it
And in ber humility nnd her Ignorance she
wondered always hew be se great, se wise,
se beautiful could bave thought It ever
worth bis whlle te leave the rnradlse of
Rubes' land te wait with her under her little
rush thatched reef, and bring hcrliere te vc
the green leaves and the Uvlng things of the
forest.
As they went a man was going under th
trees with n lead of weed upon his back. Bo Be Bo
bee gave a little cry of recognition.
"Ob, leek, that is Jeannetl Hew be will
wonder te see me here I"
Flamcn drew ber a little downward, se
that the forester passed onward without per
ceiving them.
"Why de you de that!" said Bebee, "Shall
I net speak te him!"
"Why! Te have nil your neighbors chat
ter of your feast In the forest I It Is net worth
while,"
"Ah, but I always tell them everything,"
said tlebec, whose Imagination bad been al
ready busy with the wonders that she would
unfold te Mere Krcbs and tbe Varnhart chil
dren. "Then you will see but little of me, my
dear. Icnni te be silent, Bcbee. It Is a
woman's first duty, though her hardest"
"Is itr
She did net speak for soma time, She
could net Imaglne a state of things In which
she would net imrrnte the little daily mira
cles of her life te the geed old garrulous
women nnd the little open mouthed romps.
And yet he lifted her eyes te his.
"I am glad you have told met lint," she said.
"Though Indeed, I de net see why ene should
net say what ene does, yet somehow I de
net llke te talk about you. It is llke the pic
tures In the gnllerlcs, and the music In tbe
cathedral, and the great still erenhtgs, when
the flelils nre all silent, and it Is as if Christ
walked abroad In them; 1 de net knew hew
te talk of thewe things te the ethers only te
you and I cle net llke te talk about you te
them de you net knew!"
"Yes, I knew. But what affinity have I,
Bebee, te your thoughts of your Ged walking
In his corn fields!"
Bebees eyes glanced down through the
green nlsle of the forest, with the musing
seriousness In them that was llke the child
angels of Botticelli's dreams.
"1 cannot tell you very well. But when I
am In the fields at evening nnd think of
Christ, I feel se happy, and of such geed will
te all the rest, and I seem te sea heaven qulte
plain through the beautiful gray air where
the stars are and se I feel when I am with
yeu-tbat Is nlL Only"
"Only what!"
"Only In these ovenlngs, when I was all
alone, heaven seemed up there, where the
stars nre, and I longed for wings; but new, It
Is here nnd 1 would only shut my wings If I
had them, and net stir."
He looked at her, nnd took her hands and
kissed them but revcrcntly as a believer
may kiss n shrine. In that moment te Flamcn
she wes sacred; In that moment he could no
mere hnve hurt her with passion than he
could have hurt ber with n blew.
It was an emotion with him, and did net
endure. But whlle It lasted it was true.
CHAPTER XVL
Then he took her te dlne at ene of the
wooden cafes under the trees. There was a
little sheet of water lu front of it, nnd a gay
garden around. There was a balcony nnd a
wooden stairway; there were long trelllsed
arbors, and little white tables, and great rese
bushes, llke her own at home, They had an
arlier all te themselves; a cool sweet smelling
bower of green, with a gllmpse of scarlet
from the flowers of seme twisting beans.
They had n meal, the like of which she had
nevcr seen; such a lingo melon hi the center
of It, aud curious wines, and ceffee or cream
lu silver pets, or what looked like silver te
her "just like the altar vases In tbe church,"
she said te herself.
"If only the Vnrnnmrt children wcre here!"
she cried; but he did net echo the wish.
It was just sunset There was a golden
glow en the little bit of water. On the ether
side of the garden seme ene was playing n
guitar. Under alime tree someglrU were
swinging, crying Hlghcrl higher! at each
tea.
In n longer nveuue of trclliscd grecn, at a
long table, there was n noisy party of students
and girls of the city; their laughter wa3 mel
lowed by dlstance aslt camoevci the breadth
of the garden, and they snug, with fresh,
shrill Flemish voices, songs from an opera
boufTe of La Mennnla.
It was nil pretty, nnd gay, and pleasant
There was everywhere about an air of light
hearted enjoyment Bcbee sat with a won
dering leek In her wlde opened eyes, nnd all
the natural Instincts of her youth, that were
llke curled up fruit buds In ber, unclosed
softly te the light of Jey.
"Is life always llke this In your nubes'
land J" she asked him; that vague, far nw ay
country of which she nevcr asked him any
thing mero definite, and which yet was se
clear before her fancy.
"Yes," he made answer te her. "Only
instead of theso leaves, flowers and pome
granates; and lu lieu of thnt tinkling guitar,
atolcewboso notes are esteemed llke king's
jeu els; and In plnce of theso little green
arbors, great. whlte palaces, cool aud still,
with Ilex weeds and orunge groves und sap
phire seas beyond them. Would you like te
ceme there, Bebeef nnd wenr laces such ns
jeu weave, and hear singing and laugbkr nil
night long, and nevcr work any mere In the
meld of the garden, or rpln any mere at
that tlresome wheel, or go nny mero out In
tbe wind, and the ruin, and the winter mud
te the market"
Bcbee listened, lean lug her round elbows en
the table, nnd her wui 111 checks ou her bautlx,
as a child gravely listens ten fairy story. But
tbe sumptuous picture, nud the seusueui
phrase he had chosen, passed by her."
It Is of 110 ue te tempt (he little chaflmch
of the weeds with n luliy instead of a cherry.
The bird Is made te feed 011 the brew n ben ics,
en thu morning dews, en thu scarlet hips of
roses und the blobcems of the wind teiwl
lenr boughs; the gem, though Itboamon Itbeamon Itboamen
mch'v, will only etril.0 hard nnd tasteless en
Its iuk.
"1 would llke te see It nil," raid Bebee,
musingly, trying te fellow out her thoughts.
"But ns for thu garden work nnd the spinning
that I de net want te leave, because I have
done Hall my life; and I de net think I should
core te wear lace It would tear very soen:
ene would te afraid te run; and de you see I
knew hew it Is made all that laca. I knew
hew blind the eyeu get ever It, and hew the
hearts ocbe; I knew hew thu old women
starve, and the little children cry; I knew
that there is net a sprig of It that is net
stitched with pain; the great ladies de net
think, I dare say, becnuse they have never
worked at It or wntched the ethers; but I
have. And se, )ou see, I think If I were it I
should feel tad, and If a nail caught en It I
should fee) us If It wcre tearing the flesh of
my friends. PerhaiM I lay it badly but that
is what I feel."
"Yeu de net Fay It badly you rpenk well,
for you speak from the heart," he answered
her, and felt a tlugu of ihiimu that ht bed
tempted htY with the geld uud purploef a
baser world than uuy that thu knew.
"Ami yet you want te ecu new lands!" he
pursued. "What is It jeu want toseetberet"
"Ah, qulte ether things than them," cried
Bebee, still leaning her cheeks en her bauds.
"That dancing nnd singing is very pretty nnd
merry, but It Is Just ns geed when old Claude
fiddles nnd the children skip. Tills w Ine, j ou
tell me, Is something very gnat but fresh
milk Is much ulcer, I think. It Is net these
kind of things I want 1 went te knew all
about the pouple who lived before us; Ivwant
te knew what the stars are and what the
wind U, I wunt te knew where the lark guc4
w hen you Icm him out of sight against the
cuu, 1 want te knew hew thu old artists get
te see Ged, thnt they could paint him aud all
his ant'cls as thev hava ilcua. 1 vzat te Ime
hew the voices get Inte tne bells, and hew
they can make one's heart beat, banging up
there as they de, all among the Jackdaws, 1
want te knew what It b when I walk la the
fields In the morning, and It Is all gray and
soft and still, and the rem rrake erles In the
wheat, anil the little mice run home te their
helm, that makes me ki glad ami JTt se ter
rewful, as If 1 were 10 very near Ued, and
yet se all alone, aud nich a little thing; lie
causa you see tbe mouse she has her bole, and
the crake tier own people, but I"
Iter voice faltered a little and stepped; she
had never before thought out Inte wenls her
own loneltness; from the long green arter
tbe voices of the girls and the students sang!
"Ah I k deux son d'un bslwr tredreP
Flamcn was silent The poet In htm ami
In an artist there Is always mero or less of
the poet kept him back from ridicule, nny,
moved him te pity and respivL
Tbey were absurdly simple, words no doubt,
had Utile wisdom lu them, nnd wcre qulte
childish In tbelr utterance, and yet they
moved hhn curiously as a man very bose and
callous may at times be moved by the leek In
a dying deer's eyes, or by the sound of a
song thnt seme lest leve once sang.
I le rese nnd drew her hands awny, nnd took
her small fnce between his own hands In
steaiL t "Peer little Bebeer he said gentlj-, look leek
Ing down en her with a breath that was nl
mast a sigh. "Peer little Bcbeul te envy
the corn crake nnd the inousel"
She was a little startled; her cheeks grew
very warm under his touch, but her eyes
looked still into bis without fear.
He steeped mid touched her forehead with
tils liw, gently nnd without tmssieu, almost
reverently; she grew rese hunt ns the bright
bean flowers, up te the light geld ripple of
her hnlr; she trembled a little nnd drew I Kick,
but she was net alarmed nor j-ct ashamed;
sliewns tee slmple of heart te feel the fear
that Is lern of mlen and of conscleusiicw.
It wns ns J can net kissed his sister Marie,
who was IS years old and sold milk for the
Krebs peeple In the village with n little green
cai t and a yellow deg no mera
And j'ct the sunny arbor leaves and the
gllmpse of the blue sky swam nreund her In
distinctly, nnd the sounds of the guitar grew
dull upon ber ear, and were loot ns In a rush
ing hiss of wnler, because of the great sud
den, ifnlntclllglhle happtneen that seemed te
bi-nr her little life awny ou It nsasenwava
Item's a j"Oung child off Its feet
"Yeu de net feel alone new, Bebeer' he
whlsjicred te her.
"Ne I" she answered hhn softly under her
breath, and sat still, while nU her body quiv
ered like n leaf.
Ne; hew could she ever bonlenouow that
this sweet, soft, unutterable touch would al
ways be In memery upon her; hew could
she wish ever ngnlu new te be the corn crake
In the summer cei 11 or the gray meuse In the
bodgeof hawthorn I
At that moment a student went by past
the entiance of the arbor; he had a sash
round his loins nnd a paper feather In his
cap; be was playing a 11 te and dancing; be
glanced in as he went.
"It is tlme te go home, Bebee," said Fla
mcn. CHAPTER XVII.
Se It came le pass that Bebee's day In the
big forest came nud went as simply almost as
any day that she hail plnj-ed away with the
Varnbart children uudcr the beech shadows
of Cambre weeds.
And when he took her te her hut at sunset
before the pilgrims had returned there was a
great bewlldcred tumult of happiness In ber
neat t, but there wns no memory with her
thnt prevented her from looking nt the slirlne
In tbe wall as she passed It, and saying with a
quick gesture of the cress en brew and
bosem:
"Ah, dear Hely Mether hew geed you
hnve lieenl and I Am back again, you see,
and I will work harder than ever tiecause of
all this Jey that you bave given me,"
And she took another mess rese and
changed it for that of the morning, which
was faded, and said te Flamcn 1
"Loek she sends you this. New de you
knew whnt I mean! Oue is mero content
when she Is content I"
He did net answer, but he held ber bands
against Mm a moment as they fastened hi
the rosebud.
"Net a word te the pilgrims, Bebco you
remember I"
"Yes, I will remember. I de net tell Ihcm
evcry tlme I pray It will be llke being si
lent about that It will be no mera wrong
than that"
But there was a touch of anxiety lu tbe
words; she was net qulte certain; she wanted
te be reassured. Instinct moved her uet te
Eieak of hlra; but habit made It seem wrong
te her te hnve any secret from the people
w he hail been about her from her birth.
IIe did net reassure her; her anxiety was
pretty te wnlch, nnd he left the treuble In
her heart, llke a bee In the challce of a lily.
Besides, the little wicket gate wai between
ihcm; he wa3musiiig whether he would push
It ejicn ence mera.
Her fate was In Ibe balance, though she
did net dream It; he had dealt with her ten
derlj, honestly, sneredly all thnt day- al
most ns much se us ttupld Jcannet could
have done. Hu had lieen touched by lur
trust In him, mid by the unconscious beauty
of her fancies, Inte a mood Hint wns unlike
all his life and habits. But after all, he sold
te himself
After all!
Where he steed In the golden evening be
saw the rosy curled mouth, tbe soft troubled
eyes, the little brown hands that still tried
te fasten the rosebud, tbe young eacb like
skin where the w hid stirred the bodice, she
was only a little Flemish iwasnnt, this oer
little Belice, a little thing of thu Ileitis and the
st recta, for all the dreams of Ged that obedo
with ber. After all wen or Inte the end
would be always tbu same. What matter 1
She would weep a little te-morrow, and she
would net kneel any mere at the slirlnu in
thu garden wall; and then and then she
would stay here and ufiirry the geed beer
Jcuunet, Just the same after awhlle; or drift
away after hhn te Paris, and Jcave her two
little wooden shoes, and her visions of Christ
lu tbe fields utuvenlng, behind ber forever forever
mere, and de as all tbu ethers did, and take
net only silken stockings but the Cinderella
slipper that Is called Geld, which brings all
ether geed things In Its traiu; what matter!
He hed meant this from tbe first, bocause
she was se pretty, aud theso little wooden
tabets ran se dltbcly ever the stones; though
he was net lu leve with her, but only Idly
stretched bis baud for her as a child by In
stinct stretches te a fruit that Jiangs In the
sun 11 little rosier and a little nearer thou the
rest
What matter he said te himself she
loved him, peer little soul, though she did
net knew It nnd there would always be
Jcannet glad enough of a hand ul of bright
French gehL
IIe pushed the gnte gently against her; her
hands fastened the rosebud and drew open
the latch themselves.
"Will jeu ceme lu a littler' she said, with
the happy light lu her fuce. "Yeu must net
stay long, because the flowers must be
watered, and then there nre Anncmle's pat
tern they must Ijo dena or she will hnve no
money nnd se no feed but If you would
,., I., f... lltflr.1 A...1 1.. lrrn.il.ull
' I .-I..1M.I . t. ..il..l I.I..II
liuuuiu 1 wui e-iiuw juu iuv ium uui. I Bimu
cut to-meriow thu first thing, and tukedewn
te St. Gulde te Our Lady's altar in thank
offering for teiiay I should lik j-eu te
cheese them you j'eurself nud If you would
Just touch them I should feel ns If you gave
them te ber tee. Will j-eul"
She siioke with the pretty outspoken frank
new of her habitual speech, Just temjiered
nnd broken with the hippy, timid hoJtntlen,
the curious sense nt ence of closer nearness
and of grr nU-r distance, that had ceme en her
shim h hail kissed her among tbe bright bean
flew ers.
IIe turned from her quickly,
"Ne, dear no. (lather j-eur resea alone,
BUe If 1 touch them their leates will fall."
Then, with a hurriedly backward glance
down the dusky lane te seu that 110110 were
looking, h lient his head and kUil her again
quickly and with u sort of shame, nud swung
the gate liehlnd hhn and went away through
the boughs and tbe shadows.
ClUITKR XVIIL
On a sudden impulM) Flamcn, going through
the woodland shadows te therlty, paused and
turned back, all his Impulses were quick, and
swayed him uew hither, new thither, lu
many contrary ways.
He knew that thu hour wns come that he
must hut e her uud spare her, as te hhnself
he phrased it, or teach her the love words
that the daUics n hisecr te women.
And why net! any way she would marry
Jcannet
He, half way te the town, walked back
again and paused a moment at tbe gate; an
emotion, half pitiful, half cynical, stirred In
him.
Anyway, he would lenve her in a few days;
Paris bad again opened her arms te him; his
old llfenwalted him; women, who claimed
htm by Imperious, amorous demands, re
proached hhn; nnd, after all, this day he bed
get the Gretchen of bis Ideal, a great picture
for the future of bis fame.
As be would leave Iter any way se seen, he
would leave her unscathed peer little Held
flower be could never take It with him te
blossom or wither in Pat is.
Hu world wetdd Ictigh tee utterly If be
made for himself a mistress out of n little
Fleming In two wooden shoes. Besides
Besides, something, that was half weak
nnd half nnble, moved him net te lead this
child, In her trust and her Ignorance, Inte
ways that, when she awakened from her
trance, would seem te ber shameful and full
of sorrow. Fer he knew tliat Bebco waa net
as ethers are.
He turned back nnd knocked at the hut
deer nnd opened It
Belice wns Just beginning te undress herself ;
she had taken off her whlte kerchief nud her
wooden shoes; her pretty shoulders mid her
little neck shone whlte In the moon; her feet
wcre Imre en the mud fleer.
She stat ted with a cry mid threw the hand
kerchief again ou her shoulders, but there
was 110 fear of him; only the unconscious in
stinct of her gh Ihued.
He thought for 1. moment thnt he would
net go nway until the morrow
"Did you want mel" said Bcbee softly,
with happy eyoief surprlmend j-etn little
startled, fearing seme evil might have bnp
pencd te htm thnt be should have returned,
thus.
"Ne I did net want you, dear," he said
gently; no he did net want her, peer little
soul; she wanted him, but be there wcre se
many of these things In fats life, and he liked
her tee well te leve her.
"Ne, dear, I did net want you," said Fla
mcn, drawing her arms about him, and feel
ing her flutter llke a little bird, whlle the
moonlight came In through the green leaven
nud fell In fnnctful patterns en the fleer. "Hut
I enme te say yen hnve had ene happy day,
wholly happy, have you net, peer little
Bebco."
"Ah, j-esl" she sighed rather than said the
answer lu her wondrous glndncHs; drawn
thore clese te him, with the softness of his
IIh upon her. Could he have ceme back euly
te ask that!
"Well, Hint Is somethlng. Yeu will re
member It nl ways, Bebee I" he murmured hi
his unconscious cruelty. "I did net wish te
sjiell j-eur cloudless pleasure, dear for you
care for 1110 a little, de j-eu uetl e I came
back te tell you only uew that I go away for
a little whlle te-morrow."
"aeawnyl"
She trembled In his arms aud turned cold
as Ice; a great terror mid darkness fell upeu
her; she had neve.r thought that he would
ever go awny. IIe caressed ber, and played
with her as n boy may with a bird before
he wrings its neck.
"Yeu will ceme backl"
He kissed her "Surely."
"Te-morrow I"
"Nay net se seen."
"In a week!"
"Hardly."
"In a month, then!"
"Perhaps."
"Before winter, nny way !"
IIe looked nslde from the beseeching, tear
ful, candid cj-es, nnd kissed her hair and her
threat, and said, "Yes, dear beyond a
deubt'1
She clung te him, crying silently he
wished that women would net weep.
"Come, Bebee, listen," he said, ceaxlngly,
thinking te break the bitterness te her.
"This Is net wlse and it gives me atn. Thore
Is se much for j-eu te de. Yeu knew se lit
tle, There ts se much te learn. 1 will lenve
you many books, nnd you must grew qulte
learned In my absence. The Virgin Is nil
very well In her way, but she cannot teach
us much, (wer lady, for her kingdom Is called
Ignorance, Yeu must teach yourself. 1
lenve jeu that te da The days will go by
quickly if you are laborious and patient De
you leve me, little onel"
Fer mi answer she kissed his hand.
"Yeu nre a buxy little llvhoe always," lis
said, with bis lips rarcslng her soft, brown
arms that were round Ills neck. "But you
must be busier than ever whlle I am geno.
He you will forget Ne, no, I de net menu
that; I mean se the tlme will ieki quickest
And I shall finish your picture, Bclxv, and
all Paris will soe you, and the grent ladles
will envy the little girl with her two wooden
sheuH. Ah I flint deus net plense you you
caiufornnne of thou vaultliwl Ne. Pour
little Bebee, why did Ged mnke jeu, or
Chance brealhe life Inte jeu I Yeu are se
far awny from us all It was cruel. What
harm tins your peer, little soul ever denu
that, pure as a flower, It should have been
tent te the hull of this world I"
Bhe clung te hhn. sobbing without sound.
"Yeu will ceme back! Yeu will ceme back!"
the menm-d, clasping hhn closer aud closer.
Flameti'sewn eyes grew dim. But he Hed
te hen "I will I premise,"
It was se much easier te say se, and It
would break her sorrow. Be he thought
Fur the moment again he was tempted te
take her with him but he resisted It hu
would tire, and she would cling te him for
ever. There was a long silence, The bleating of
tbe lille kid In thu shed without wns the only
sound; the gray lavender blew te nnd fro.
Her arms wcre clese about his threat; he
kissed than again, and kissed her eyes, her
check, her mouth; then put .her from Idin
quickly and went out
Bliu ran te him and threw herself en tbe
damp ground and held hhn there, and leaned
ber foreland en his feet But though be
VjeVsi. Rt hr vJxb wwt sjus, be did net yield,
and hesttllHsldi
"1 will ceme liack seen very seen be
quiet, dear, let me go."
Then he klud her ence mero many times
and put her gently within the deer and
closed It
A low, sharp, sudden cry reached him,
wunt te his heart, but he did net turn; ha
wuut ou through the wet, green little garden,
aud the curling leaves, where he liad found
peace and had left devolution,
CIIAPTKR XIX.
"1 Vlll let her alene uud she will marry
Jcannet," (bought Klnmcu,und ha belluved
himself a geed man for ence In hi life, nnd
pitied hlmsulf for having bucotne a sonthnen senthnen
tallsti She would marry Jcannet and bear many
children, as liiose peeple always did; aud
ruddy little iicusaiit would cling about theso
pretty, soft, little breasts of hers; and she
would leve tbcm after thu maimer of such
women and be very content clattering ever
tbu stones In her wooden shoes, and growing
brown and stout and mere careful after
money, and censing te dream of unknown
things, and net seeing Ged at all In the flelils,
but looking low and behulding euly the earn
of the gleaming wheat and the fee t of the
tottering children, und se gaining her bread
nnd losing her soul, und steeping nearer and
nearer te tarth till she drepimd Inte It llke
oue of lier own wind blown wall flowers
when the U-e has sucked out all Its sweetness
and the heats have scorched up all Its bloom;
y, of course, she would marry Jcannet and
end sol
Mennwhlle he had bU Gretchen, and that
was the ene great matter.
Se he left the street of Mary of Burgundy,
and went en hit way out of thu chiming city
as It matin tIU were rung, nnd took with
him a certain regret and thu only Innocent
airectlen thut bad ever uwakenud In hhn;
and thought of his self negation with half
admiration and half ilcrNen; and se drifted
uway into the whirlel of I1I3 amorous, cyni
cal, changeful, puiciennte, callous, many col cel col
erul life, and said te himself, as hu saw the
last line of thu low green plnlns shluu agninst
the sun: "She will marry Jennnut of course
thu will marry Jcuunet. And my Gretchen
Is greater thau SchcfTcr's."
What elwj mattered very much, after all,
except what they would say lu Paris of
Gretchcnl
CHAITBR XX.
Tbe w beat was reaped lu the fields, and the
brown earth turned afresh. Thu white mid
purple chrysanthemums bloomed against tbe
GewtrlcM ruse bushes, aud the little gray
Michaelmas daisy flourished where the dead
carnations bad eureaiLtbeir claries. Lnavex
began te fall, and rhltly winds te sigh among
the willows; the squirrels began te store
away tbclr nuts, and the peer te pick up the
broken, bare boughs.
"He said he would ceme before winter,"
thought Bebco every day, when she rose and
felt each morning cooler and grayer than the
ene befere lt( winter was near.
tier little feet already were cold lu their
woellen shoes; and the robin already sang In
the twigs of the sear sweet briar; but she had
the brnvc, sweet faith whleh nothing kills,
and she did net doubt eh I no, she did net
doubt, she was only tired.
Tired of the strange, sleepless, feverish
nights; tired of the long, dull, empty days;
tired of watching down the barren, leafless
lnne; tired of hearkening breathless te each
ttep en the rustling dead leaves; tired of
looking always, always, always, hite the
ruddy autumn evenings nnd the cold autumn
starlight, and never hearing what she listened
for, never seeing what she sought; tired as n
child may be, lest in a weed, and wearily
wearing its small strength and breaking Its
young heart In search of Ibe track forever
missed, of the home forever beyond thoberl-
EOll.
Still she dM her work and kept her courage.
Be she tolled hard aud learned much, nnd
grew taller nnd very thin, nnd get a leek hi
her ej-cs llke a lest deg's, and j'ct never lest
heart or wandered In the task that he hud set
her, or In her faith In his return.
"Burn the books, Beboe," whispered the
children ngaln and ngaln, clinging te her
skirts. "Burn the wicked, silent things.
8I1100 jeu linve had them you nevcr slug, or
rump, or laugh, and you leek se whlte se
white,"
Belice kissed them, but kept te her books.
Jcannet going by from the forest night
after night saw the light twinkling in the hut
window, and sometimes crept softly up and
looked through the chinks of the wooden
shutter, and saw her leaning ever some big
old vntumu with her pretty brews drawn to
gether, nnd 1st mouth shut clese In earnest
elTert, mid he would curse the man who had
changed her se, and go nway with rnge In his
breast nnd tears hi his eyes, net daring te say
anything, but knowing that Lever would
IktbtsV little brown hand lle In leve within
his own..
Ner even In friendship, for he had
rashly spoken rough wenls against the
stranger from Rubes' land, nud Bebco ever
since then had visscd him by with n grave
simple greeting, and when ha had brought
her hi timid gifts n barrow lead of fagots,
had thanked htm. but had bidden blni take
the weed home te Ills mother.
"Yeu think evil things of me,' Bebco I" geed
Jcannet had pleaded, with n sob In his volce;
nud she had answered gently 1
"Ne; hut da uet speak te me, that Is alL"
Then he had cursed ber absent lever, and
Belice geno within and closed her deer
Shu had no Idea that the peeple thought 111
of her. They were cold te ber, and such cold celd
uuss made her heart ocbe a little mere. Rut
the oue 'great leve In her possessed her se
strongly that all ether things were half un
real Bhe did her dally heuse work from sheer
habit, and she studied because he had told her
te de It and bocause, with the sweet, 'Stub 'Stub
bem, credulous faith of her youth, she never
doubted that he would return,
Otbcrwlse there was no perception of real
life hi her; she dreamed and prayed, and
prnyed nnd dreamed, aud nevcr ceased te de
ilthcroneor the ether, even when she waa
scattering potato jeel te the fowls, or shak
ing cnmits loose of the soil, or sweeping the
snow from her hut deer, or going out lu tbe
raw, dark dawn as the stngle little sad bell of
Bt Gulde tolled through tbe stillness for the
first mass.
Fer though even Father Francis looked
angered nt her bocause be thought the wai
stubborn nud hid seme truth and seme sbama
from him at confession, yet she went reso
lutely and uftcner than ever te kneel In th
dusty, dusky, crumbling old church, fur II
was nil thu could de for him who wni ulncnt
se slie thought and she did net feel qulU
se far away from htm when she was beseech
lug Christ te have care of his soul and of hit
body.
All ber pretty dreams wcre dead.
She never heard euy story In tbe rebln'i
suug or suw any premise In tbe sunset cleudi
or funded thst angels came about ber In the
night nevcr uew.
The fields wcre gray and sad; the birds
were little brown things; the Rtars wcre cold
and far off; the -wjplu she had used te take
care for were llke mere shadows that went
by her meaningless und without Interest, and
nil she thought of was the one step thnt never
came; all she wanted was the ene touch situ
nevcr felt
"Yeu hnve doue wrong, liebee, and you
will net own H," said the few neighbors who
eier spolie te her.
Beheo looked at them with wistful, uncom
prehending eyes.
"I hnve done ue wrong," she said gently,
but no ene hcliuvcd her.
A girl did net shut herself up and wane
palu ami thin for nothing, se they reasoned.
HI10 might have sinned us she hail liked If
she hail been sensible after It, and married
Jcannet,
But te fret mutely, and shut her lips, and
senm as though she had dene nothing tliat
was guilt Indeed.
Fer ber village, In Its small way, thought
ds the big world thinks.
CHAPTER XXL
Full winter rama.
The snow was deep, aud the winds drove
the xep!u with whlpsef Ice along tbe dreary
country read and the steep streets of the
city Thu bells of th dogs and tbe mutes
sounded sadly through the whlte misty
sllence of the Flemish plains, and the weary
hoc-Mii slipped nnd fell en the frozen ruts and
en tbe ragged stones In the little frost shut
Flemish towns. Still the Flemish folk were
gay enough In many places.
In the little village above St Gulde, B B
Ijve's neighbors were merry tee, In their sim
ple way,
The women'werked away wearily at their
lace In tbe dim winter light, aud made a
wretched living by it, but all the same they
get penny playthings for their babies, and a
bit of cuke for their Sunday hearth. They
drew together in homely and cordial friend
ship, and of an afternoon when dusk fell
wevu their loco In company In Mere Krebs'
mlllhouse kitchen, with the children and tbe
dogs at their feet en the bricks, se that ene
big flre might serve for all, aud all be lighted
with ene big rush candle, and all be liegullcd
by chit-chat and songs, stories of spirits, aud
whlsjicrs of ghosts, and uew and then when
the wind howled at Its worst, a paternoster
or tne wild In common for the men telling
in thu Uirges or drifting up thu Scheldt
In these gatherings Bebee's face was missed,
nud thu blithe soft sound of her volce, like a
young thrush singing, wns never heard.
Tim puople looked In nnd saw her sitting
our (igrente'x'ii book often her hearth had
110 fire.
Then the children grew tired of asking her
te piny, nnd their elders liegan te shake thetr
heniU; she iviu se iialu und se quiet there
must bu seme evil lu It se they began te
think.
Little by little ople dropped away from
her. Who knew, the ges.sls laid, what
shame or sin thu child might net have 011 ber
tick little soul!
True, Beliee worked hard just the same,
and Just the mme was steu trudging te and
fro In the dusk of dnnns and afternoons In
her two little wooden shoes She was gentle
and laborious, uud gave thu children htr
goat's inUk, nud the old women the brambles
of her garden.
But they grew nfratdef her afraid of that
sad, changeless, far awny leek hi her eyes,
and of the mute weariness that wiuen her
mid Mug peiplcxid wcre sure, likuull Igno
rant ereatuicH.th.it what wus secret must
be also vile.
Se they hung nloef and lit her nleue, and
by und by scarcely nodded as they ussud
her, but Mild te Jouimett
"Yeu were spared u bad thing, hul; the
child was that grand painter's Usbt-'o-levu,
Hint is plain te see. The mischief all
comes of the stuff old Antolne tilled her bend
with a stray little by blew of chick weed
that he ceckered up like a rare carnation.
Olil de net ily In 11 rage, Jcannet; the child b
no geed, and would have made uu honest
mnn rue. Take heart of gvuce, nud prulse
thesaiuts, and m.ury Kutte's Mmi"
But Jennuet would ii'ivsr luten te th
sluuderers, uud wr-ild inner leek at IJsa,
even though tbu dwi vf thJ Ultlehutwcu
tiiwars cieswl against turn, ami whenever M
met Bebco en tbe highway she never seemed
te sre him mero than she shw the snow thai
her sabots wcre treading.
Oue night In the midwinter time old Aa Aa
hemle died.
Beliee found her In the twilight with her
head against the garret window, and her lefl
side nil shriveled nnd useless. Blw liad
little sctihe left, and n few fleeting breaths te
draw
BaaaVscJBaBsaaB&saVTsylfisisaaaaaaaVs
llcbee found her in the twilight, tcilh htr
head ugainit Iht garret window.
"lioek for the brig," she muttered. "Toe
fwlll net see the flag at the masthead for the
fog te-night; but his socks are dry and Ills
plpe Is ready. Keep looking keep looking
(he will be in pert te-night"
But her dead sailor nevcr came Inte pert j
ihe went te him. The peer, weakened, fallks
fill old body of her was laid In the graveyard
of the peer, and the ships came and went
under the empty garret window, and Bebee
was all alone,
She had no mere anything te work for, or
any bend with the lives of ethers. She could
ltve en tbe roots of her gnrdcu nnd thosate et
her liens' eggs, and she could change the
turnips and carrots that grew In n little strip
of her ground for the quantity of bread that
she needed.
80 she gave herself up te the books, and
drew hersclf mero and mero within from the
outer world. She did net knew that the
neighbors thought very evll of ber; she bad
euly oue Idea In her mind te be mero worthy
of him against he should return.
The winter passed away somehow; she did
net knew hew.
It was n long, cold, whlte blank of frexen
sllence; that was alL Bhe studied hard, and
had get a quaint, strauge, deep, scattered
kiiowlcdge out of her old books; her face bed
lest all Its roundness and color, but Instead
Iho forehead bad gained breadth and the eyes
had the dim flre of a student's.
Eveiy night when the shut her volumes
she thought!
"I nmn little nearer him. I knew a little
mere."
Just se every morning, when she bathed
her bands In the chilly water, she thought te
herself 1 "I will make my skin as soft ns I can
for him, that It may In like the ladles' be has
leval"
Love te le perfect must be a religion as
well ns a imulen. Bebee's was se. Like
Geerge Herbert's serving maiden, she swept
no secks of dirt away from a fleer without
doing It te thu service of her lord.
Only Belwe's lord wns a king of earth,
mmle of earth's dust and vnnlllea.
But what did she knew of that!
(CbiifiNNrit next b'ttttmlity) ,.
MEN WHO HAVE CLIMBCD.
Railroad Manager Who Stnsteit as llraks
men, Telegraphers, Hedmen.
Special Correspondence.)
New YenK, Mny 10. Coining Inte
Jersey City tlie ether day en the Erie)
read, my attention was attracted te a
nervous, wiry man of forty, or thcv
nlxmts, who wit a little way in front of
me. Frem the cer window iMjdeseljr;
Inspected each station house, lridgeVuU"
vert nnd plece of rolling stock, ns we
moved along. "Knew him?" asked the
gr-nllcmuti who shared tlie scat with me.
"Ills nnme Is Vf, J. Murphy, and twenty
years age lie wns a telegraph orator at
n small fetatien buck en tlie Susquehanna
division of the Eric. New hu is general
superintendent of the read, and draws a
salary of 10,000 n year."
This Is only ene in&tnnce in many.
Among the elllcers of nearly evcry rail
road in the country nre te be found men
who have risen fiein the very lowest
round, A. M. Tucker, who is ft division
superintendent en the Krie under Mur
phy, started in ns 11 track lubercr and
Ms first promotion wns te the position of
rednfan in the engineer corps. Jehn N.
Abltt, of tlie Western Slates Passenger
association, used te Imj ti freight clerk en
the Krie. C. W, Hmdley, funeral super
intendent of the West riherc, used te i"
n hrakcmnn nnd conductor en the
Banie read. Qcncral Superintendent
Bancroft, of the Denver nnd Rie
Grande, learned the Merse alphabet
in ene of the small stations en the
Krie and counted himself lucky when ha
obtained n jwitlen as telegraph operator
en the West Sherp, President Oildwell,
of the Nickel Plate, wns ence n clerk en
the Pennsylvania. F. K. Hull), general
manager of the New Yerk elevated
"reads, begnn his career in hisseventccntb
year ns a machinist's upprentice en the
Philadelphia and Reading read ut I'otta I'etta I'otta
ville. Tlie elllcers of the great Pennsylvania
system, from the president down, have
all ceme tip from the liottem. President
Roberts entered the 6er ice of tlie read
In 1853 in rediuan in the engineer cerjis.
Later he had charge of thu construction
of small branch lines, mid dually was
made assistant te the president in 1602.
IIe lias been president of the read fet
eight j-ears. A. J. Cassitt, formerly
vice president of tlie company, also be
gan as u rediuan. Second Vice President
Thomsen used te be a machinist iu th
shops nt Alloena. IIe invented the block
signal interlocking switch. General Man
ager Pugh commenced us bmkemau, and
General Passenger Agent Carpenter wai
ence messenger Iiey in the Philadelphia
ofllce of the company. General Agent
Oeer used te le receiving clerk In tin
freight department.
James McCren, general manager el
the Pennsylvania lines west of Pittsburg,
like President lteleits, liegnn ns redman
nt 10 a month. IIe new draws u salary
of ?15,000 n year, und is btill under 40.
Itebert Pitcairn, superintendent of th
Pittsburg division of the JVnnsyininia
and general iigent ter the company, wa
ence a messenger boy in tlie old Atlantic
and Ohie telegraph olllce in Pittsburg.
Among the ether messengers employed
at that time was Ansen Stager, after
wards general superintendent of the.
Western Union Telegraph company; W.
O. Ilugliart, new president of the Grand
Rapids nnd Indiana Railroad company;
Andrew Carnegle, who a few jears later
laid thu foundations of his wonderfully
successful career as prlvate secretary te
Cel. Tem Scott, and l)a id McCarge, new
general superintendent of the Allegheny
Valley railroad.
Rest's R. A,'IL30.V.
ItraJu's Kealitm.
Toward the end of his lire, it is said,
Charles Reade waa accustomed te dictate
Ids compositions te a secretary whlle he
paced the loom, suiting ids actions te his
words. In "Love nnd Meney" Iho re
mark occurs In the dialogue, "There's a
smut en j-ourneso." The dramatist gave
the original exclamation with such per
fect intonation aud gesture that Id secre
tary was for ence deceit ed. Horescand
went te the mil rer, Imndkvivhli'f iu hand,
only le be laughed nt by lustmplejer.
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