Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-12-11

often tells her how like little angel she |
seemed to him when her mother made
her the bearer of that draught of water.
But it is doubtless only nonsense, for he
is still boy, and she is full year youn-
GER"
q was not thinking of Madeline,
wife, replied Monsieur Guyot, " in my
opinion, Jacques loves something else bet
ter than all the little damsels in the world
Il mean money. He is always boarding
every son he can collect, and trying, by
all sorts of extra services, to earn more
than his daily wages and almost fear
that our son will turn miser, since he
spends nothing he can avoid
80, if that be the case, he is doubtless
thinking of some girl, and trying to save
against the time when he is old enough
to marry but he is a good YOUTH ad-
ded Madame Guyot, brushing a tear from
her eye at the thought of having a rival
in the love of her only child
"Ay, wife," said her husband, " you
are almost jealous of little Madeline; but
remember, you cannot always expect to
keep this one lamb of yours always by
your side; and say, that if the thought
of having some day to provide for a wife,
makes the lad so saving, |, for one, am
well content"
His return here stopped the conversa-
ton. Hours after his parents were at
rest, the youth sat by the lattice in his
little chamber a luxuriant vine hung
overthe easement, and, waving backward
and forward in the moonlight, cast fan
tastic shadows on the wall.
Little knew the parents of jacques by
what strong feelings he was actuated, tho
both were in part right, the father in
speaking of his almost miserly habits, land
the jealous mother in believing that her
son loved Madeline.
| The youth possessed one of those tho't-
ful natures which becomes old too soon
and those who wonder at love in boy OF
sixteen, must remember that in southern
France the blood runs warmer than it
does in our island.
1t was indeed wonderful how he al
ways thought of Madeline in connection
with the night of feverish agony. How
like ministering angel the child hac
seemed in his eyes, when she trippet
lightly in with the cooling draught tt
satisfy his longing. The cup of cold water
had worked with marvellous charm, anC
the youth regarded the girl with a feel
ing akin to worship. In the eyes 0
others, she was a bright-eyed, laughirg
: thing, somewhat wilIful and capricious a
times, as girls are apt to be /; but to poo
Jacques she was his beaux ideal---a bein,
j of heavenly beauty.
The recent scarcity of water had agail
brought the old scene most vividly to hi
t mind, and you might have seen by til
moonlight how pale and agitated was hi
u face.
After a long vigil, he rose, and takin
i from a secret repository a sum of none
large for him to possess-he slowl
1t counted it, and then gazing earnestly o
II his treasure, said softly, at might be don
l in a lifetime; but o, Madeline Made
t linem then with tears streaming dow
'e his cheeks, he flung himself on his knee
z to pray. Poor jacques he prayed wit
1t such earnest, simple faith, that he 70:
tranquil, and seeking his couch, soon fe
,e into a sound sleeep.
~
u Three more years went by, and sti
Jacques continually added to his stor
So scrupulous was he in denying himse
E every superfuity, that the neighbo
er whispered how the young Guyot had b
come miser. Some did more than viii
u per; +; they spoke openly to his moth
respecting this popularity in her son.
1t, Madame Guyot looked very sagaciou
ur aud gave mysterious hints about the vi
er tue of sparing ones self to spend on a
other, glancing as she spoke, at Jacqu
in and Madeline, who, it seems, were jr
lot visible to the group of gossips.
N Let love be the presumed cause of
,ut mans actions, a woman will hardly ev
his deem him in the wrong, however extray
lse CANT they may be. Even vice in h
sight assumes the dignity of virtue, if ;
of, can aseribe its committal to the power
it, love.
ter So it was with the gossip at whose Sc
to constituted tribunal Jacques was tri'
for and from that time many sly joke v
ate levelled at Madeline, till the little da
0se sells head was almost turned, thinking
the-of course much magnifed-ricl
Ten which were boarded by her admirer