Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1874-04-23

sweet as became the sa crament chapel.
And there the artist, the great painter,
the man Of tho world spoke first TO the
little peasant maiden OF. Brabant, and
made the 6IstS ripple On the ahifheGtos
untroubled surface of her life. The
rosebuds are given him, because the
child will not take money in church,
and with all the artlessness of her un-
of herself and her home, q she walks.
by his Eside along the street. . The next
day, and often after, the artist comes to
her stall often buys her flowers, md
sometimes~z sits and paints near by;
sometimes, at the close of day, walks
with her towards her home, and then.
by-and-by finds his way to her little
hut-garden and paints there, trying, TO-
catch upon hlss canvas, for his great
picture Of Gretchen,s the indefinabl6'
Light Of Bebees face.
And 50 the story goes on, love spring.
ing up in the heart of Bebee for this
man, so unlike any she had seen before,
who seemed to her to belong to q new
world Of which she had only dreamed
when she had stolen into the galleries
and gazed at the great pictures.
"To Bebee he was sacred, unap-
proachable, :unquestionable; he was
wonderful, perfect happiness, that had
fallen into her life; he was q gift Of
God. a. the sun Was. :. 9 Meanwhile; he
pondered various studies in various
stages Of Gretchen, and made love to
Bebee-made love By: his eyes and
voice at least, not rhutrying bis pleasant
task but lowering about her softly, and
mindful not to scare her, as the man
will gently lower his hands over q
poised butterfly that he seeks to KILL
and which one single movement, 3
thought too quick, may scare away to
safety. And then when his sketches
are made and his playtime over 10 goes
back to Paris, and Bebee is left, like
the Gretchen for whom she had been
painted, to watch and wait with patient
and vain longing for the ful1illment of
his wretched, meaningless promise to
return before the winter, only, unlike
the Gretchen, she was left with, no
sting Of shame, and no sinful remem-
branoe to soil the purity of her soul sos
even of her thoughts; Tor ''somethinR
that was half weak, half noble moved
/
and ignorance into ways that when she
awakened from her trance. would seem
to her shameful, and full Of sorrow.
/ For he knew that Bebee was not Il
others are" That he spared her a.
he did was a new virtue to himself, fol
which he hardly knew whether to feel
respect or ridicule, ANY way it was a
virtue" g So long % he did not seduc<
the body it seemed TO- him that Il
would never matter how much he slew
the soul, the little, honest, happy;
pure, frank soul, that amidst it's poverty
and hardships was like q robins SONG
to the winters sum-" The long cold
dreary winter that came and went
when Bebee worked all day at her lace
making and at night pored sover til
books that were to make her ''wise'
and more fit for the lover for whom
she waited with such certain trust AND
hope-this is the most touching par,
Of the .story-this and the long joulne,
which she made on foot, when abe had
seen in newspaper thrown to her by {
girl in town, that y" the artist Flamen
whose Gretchen was the wonder Of thu
salon of the year, lay sick unto death il
his rooms III Paris" Twenty miles !
day for seventeen days the brave little
creature kept on her way, growing veal
and weary and fainting in body; bu,
the steadfast, loving heart serene an6
happy in the thought of reaching him
and serving him in his need. When, a
last, Paris is reached, with her last two
sous she buys two rosebuds to take *
him and with hurried footsteps shs
seeks out the street and number Of thu
artists house; trembling with excite
ment climbs the stairs of his apartment
gently pushes open the, door, saying
at is l.. Bebee," and there, through
the doorway in which she stands,
catches a glimpse, not of her lover,
poor, sick and alone, and needing; her;
but Of Flamen, the central figure in q
never dreamed of. ''She stood and
saw-the rosebud in her hand. Then
with q great, piercing cry, she let the
roses fall and turned and fled. II t':v~J
At the rivers brink she 10 caught aid
held by the strong hand of her peasant
lover, who had come to Paris days be.
fore in search of her, and that night he
takes her back to: her home. The
hearts of the old peasant women, her
neighbors, who had before looked some
what askance at her, were touched with
pity at the sight of the sadly changed
Bebee, whose eyes were fearless, and
who never spoke q word or gave q
sign of recognition. They undressod
her and laid her down in her little bed,
and opened the shutters to the radiance
of the sum-" And Bebee clay still and
SILENT" and the women, all but Mere
Krebs, went away to their days work.
Towards sunset Bebee raised herself
and called aloud. They ran to her
Get me rosebud-on with mos.
round it, she said, " and when one wa.
brought "she kissed it and laid it o,
one Of her little wooden shoes thai
stood upon the bed. Send these t
him, she said YEARLY tell him walk
ed all the way Then her head droop
ed, then momentary consciousness dice
out, and she was still again. Wher
the stiffness Of night was fallen on tn.
place and Mere Krebs asleep in hel
chair, Bebee rose from her bed, walk
ed through the open door out into thu
garden, seeing nothing familiar in it all
and on to the water beyond. other
she crept down, as a weary child creep.
to it's mother and throws itself forward
and let the green dark waters take hel
where they had found her amidst tn.
lilies, little laughing, yearling thing
She had been only Bebee. The way
of God and man had been too hard 70,
her.
"When the messengers of Flame1
came that day, they took him back
dead moss-rose and a pair of little wood
en- shoes, worn withrough the walking.
VIZ see it stated that it will take al
least twenty years more to build thu
spires of Cologne Cathedral to thu
required altitude of 600 feet. This i.
the first time our suspicious have beer
aroused that Mullet had anything to d.
with the spires OF tho Cologne Cathe
draL--sf6oklyn AiVua,