Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-10-27
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OR, LOVE AND AR.
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Madame Ferey had taken up CoraIie's in
tereStS Ii real earnest, and had by dint of
severe canvassing, procured several little
scholars. 1t was agreed that the usual month
~ charge of five francs should always be paid
in advance. This cOnsidcrate arrangement
saved Coralic from running into debt at the be-
ginning, and before the end of the first three
mcnths, she was enjoying great gale of pros
perity. The mothers of her first pupils so
boSsted ct her skill in teaching reading and
writing but, above ALL of the wonderful
stitch hes she taught their daughters, that her
little school prOspered beyond all her expec-
tatiOlls. COralie even thought she should soon
need > larger room and an assistant; but she
would wait now for Eugene advice Perhaps
he would not like her to keep school after
thoy were married. In his last letter he had
bid her write no more, for the regiment was
under orders to return to France lie was
sure to be with her shortly after his own letter
Every thing was ready for him, and il was
wonderful what her industry and ingenuity
had done for her humble apartment She had
worked a large rug, made the neatest and
freshest OF covers for the little sofa, while the
famous great chair was a specimen of beauti-
tul elaborate wOrsted work, a paragon in its
way. There were helmets and swords and
banners, flaming ii charming confusion on
the seat and broad back, in the centre of
which last was a medallion with the interlaced
initials f. and c. The pride of Corllie's
heart, however, was the pretty pendule on the
nantcl-piece. The only drawback to her
pleasure as sine looked round her was the abb
sence of the two vases with their bouquets
which ought to. have fanked the pcndule
They had yet tu be earned, and during the
probation of this last month even COralie's
energy and spirits gave way. She could
scarcely bear the sound Of the little voices
around her; she WIS hardly able to command
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the never ending questions about Gotten and
muslin, and leaves Wud holes, and wOrsteds
and silks. she wRs nearly wild with impa-
thence for the hour Ct release but when it
came, solitude appeared more fnsupportable
to her than tho hum and DuZZ and movement
OF the day. She could not command even
one of these hopeful authorizations she
she had longed for the hour Cf quietness to
enjoy-aEd one Of her former bright visions of
the future would come at her call. She grew
fearful and supeTstitious, and waking sleep
ing, was pursued by q phantom dread-a
dread she would rot have clothed in words
for empires-a shapelcss dread that was with
ering her life, Cnly to be guessed at By the
sudden alteration in her looks. She grew
pale and thin, and there came stare in her
sweet eyes, and an impa sient hard sound in
her voice.
The French are kindly race, and the SYM
pathies Of all who knew Corslie were soon
in full play. Heaven knows how every one
was so well informed but the milk woman
who brought the morning sous of milk, let
fall n drop or two over the measure, with n
smiling " Courage, mademOiselle, bon temps
Utemlrt." The concierge and his wife were
ready to lay violent hands on the postman' $
giberne; the shOeblack 6t the corner of the
street made daily inquiries; and her oGcter
fa1ice. NJ. and Madame BonneIluit could talk
Of nothing in their cojugal tete-a tetes but
Madlle. Coralie. They persevering studied a
mutiIatcd weathercoek, which had long given
up service, and 10y which they always pre-
dicted fair wind from Algiers
When Eugene's return might be expected
any day, or even any hour, Coralie begged
for Il hOiday-ail occupation had, indeed, be-
come impossible TO her. The parents Of her
little flock were enthusiastically unanimous
in their consent 81 n{1tS Oui, mas oni ma
pauvre demoisetIe; aAons dome, ma cheye
GOnne aemoIsetie;; de- courage, ca ga ylntr
G1e7tt0t, is bon temps Vien6r0." -
s. Ls bon temps viendra 10 repeated Cora
lie, and this strong, lively girl would sit whole
hour5 moti0nlesS, or move only to look 1T the
hands of the pendule-
AT last, one Sunday morning, Coralie awoke
with an unusual feeling Of cheerfuness; it
Was early spring, and bright sun was shin
ing merrliy into the room, in defiance of her
snow white curtains some Gagged lark near
was finging his pretty matins-and as COralie
opened her window, a soft air Hoocd her heat
ed cheek few warm tears gathered in her
sIes, h heart thro'bbe1 tempestuously; and
then she felt preselitiment, she would scarce
iy own IT to herself, that he would come that
day. First, COralie prayed, rs she had not
prayed for weeks-poor soul, was she trying to
bribe Heaven? Then she dressed herself in
her pretty new blue muslin, her hand shaking
SO she could scarcely fix the buckle of her
Dand She snaoothed and smoothed her hair
till 1t shone like satin, laced on her new bro
dequins, and finally drew forth pair of cuffs
and collar she had embroidered and laid by
in sweet anticipations of Eugene's return.
They Will grow quite yellow" solilOquised
she, assembling her own motive, "if L let
them lis longer in the drawer" and with sud
den resolution she put them on. And then
why then, she knew not what to do with the
long day, and sat down on her sofa in rest
less, yet happy listlessness.
About noon, there was "a mans step on the
stalr-Coralie was not startled, not iastonished
she had known 1t would be so, only she
painted hard as it came nearer, and at last
stopped at her door. She rose, but had no
power to WALK low tap" ERhes," she
said, in a soft voice, with her hand outstretch-
ed as II she would have lifted the latch her