Houma Ceres. [volume] (Houma, Parish of Terrebonne, La.) 1855-18??, 1856-02-21

Hush. you are hard to be satisfied.
said the mother. laying her hand on my
arm with smile. He says he has a
young brother, though, who will be richer
and greater han he ; this is because Mon-
sieur -Arthur's father married another lady
a second time, and she has great wealth,
and her child is her heir. do not know
your English law, but | think it strange
the younger should be richer than the
elder-that is not how it is when Greta
reads to me out of your English books
there the elder is all and why is it that
Monsieur Arthur's little brother will be
richer than he9'
shook off her arm impatiently. i
cannot tell-what is it to me how rich he
is! He might be king, and not worthy
| of Greta. Will he make her as happy
as she has beenl will she be meA with
lhim-welI-well do not ask if he is
rich this is what ask 7 4
MY good friend,' said Madame kleine,
= we never are so happy as we have been'
notwithstanding we must have our own
| fate and our own house, and not be al
ways little Greta, the light of the eyes at
home. That is my philosophy. | viii!
long for Greta many times, and Greta
will weary her fond little heart thinking
| Of me yet Greta, too, must pass into the
MONDAY as did, and have her course and
her own life, though the child faints at the
beginning. Do not the mothers think so
in England and if do not grudge Greta
away from me, why should you 2
| rose up before her dark and sullen !;
langer could not exist towards Greta, but I
lcoud have poured out flood Of vehement
bitterness upon her mother. 'Greta is
more precious 20 me than the light, and
she will never come into my heart again,
II said in passionate undertone, which
| Madame kleine bent forward to hear
Ito you it is little, for you have many
another thing to give you pleasure am
a stranger, and have but her-havc bu,
the dream Of her had taken to my heart
and even that you steal away from me.
/ said nothing more. l remember that
I Madame kleine rose with deep concern
and sympathy in her face, and that with
only repelling gesture waving her off, !
turned and went away-went away, un-
Ihesitatingly and steadily to the bridge,
Ibent over the balustrade and looked down
lnpon the little river. My brow burned
with no fever, there was mo- frenzy in my
soul, and alas-alas-alas-alas, was all
the plant my heart made into the quiet
might. This word came to me again and
Iagain, like the echo Of dirge. Uncon.
sciousIy said it within myself uncon.
sciously repeated it aloud. No one had
i deceived memo one had done me wrong
] I was only sad-very sad-lefI alone once
.1again.
Not very long afier followed Greta's
i Ibetrothal. | went to it, making strong
Il effort, because Gottfried told me Greta
!, had nearly given her engagement up OF
i Ter mothers report Of how much it movet
. me. Greta's sweet, maidenly heart coule
find no triumph in breaking another; bu
Il she did not know how much less shoult
rlhave felt her complete Indifference to me
/ THAN l did the wistful, almost tender lool
Of pity with which her eyes sought MT
j Tout when she entered the room. 'Tht
same sweet inquiring look it was, which
!. first made my soul yearn and faint for thu
j sympathy Of hers, though blended in
I now was conscious shrinkins timi'
i awe Of both herself and me, which per
: -1haps increased its power During tn
rlceremonv itself, managed to steal out 0
1.-THE room, and the house-not with th
n1fierce impatience of jealousy, but with
certain strange, unspeakable sadness an
) acquiescence in my fate. did not go ia
E Iaway-I did not hurry out, with the s'ron'
E Impulse Of violent hate and motion on m
o as had done in the other disappointment mt
+ of my life. | only strayed the length
tGreta' arbor, and sat down there unde
;Ithe leaves to look out upon the pure day
hight and the calm air around. The ligt
. lay clear and full upon the vineyards Of tn
9 sieinberg, the Maine went by with bus
! Of murmuring sound. | leaned my hea
giupon my hands, shutting out nothing frol
dfthe eyes which did not burn or glow a
IS Of old, but only moistened with unshe
eftears. My heart expanded and stretche
{, Tout its arms-tenderness, sad and incl
4 Ipressible, softened all thoughts. | yearne
b over an whom / could call my own
/, fyearned for the home which lay SO "a
9 glaway, yet felt no impulse to flight towart
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