Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-04-03
NO.. 80.
Tales and Sketehes.
From the Christmas Number All the Year round
WILL o. THE WISP.
lcoSTtSUEp FROM YESTERDAY.
\ CHARMING STORY.

LcoSrNUEp FROM YEsrERDAY.
Madame is all wrong" said the man,
little Modified. The girl is my niece.
will bring you face to face with her
mother. She lives at some distance, but
she shall be brought here to satisfy you.
bring her at once" said the old lady.
Next morning. q coarse, loud-voiced
woman came into the inn, and Madame
Stranger was summoned to meet her in
the garden, under the apple tree. All the
family were present at the interview
Monsieur, Madame, Rosalie, Slime, and
jacques
"She is my daughter" said the coarse
woman; "but gave her up to my broth
er for the good of the family. Speak out
Slime, and say if am not your mother
II have always known you as my
mother" said Slime. shrinking from her.
Dear Madame" to the Englishwoman,
''give up this fancy. am grieved to be
such trouble to YOU
"Help me good Jacques. 10 get back Ia
my chamber" said the poor old lady faint
ly.
That night, very late, when Slime was
wearily toiling up her tower staircase,
came ont, wrapped in her shawl.
MY DEAR she said, "take me up to
your tower-room, to see the view from
your window. 1t must be fine this starry
night. Besides, want to talk to you."
Stine's little room seemed situated in a
star, so high was it above the peaks OF the
Flemish houses away down in the town
below. The cathedral tower looked over
at her in ghostly magnificence. Her small
lattice lay open, and the music of the
chimes came floating dreamily in as they
played their melody through in
honor of the midnight hour. The room
was cool, dark, and quiet. Madame sat
down on Stine's little bed. and the cat he
dral clock struck twelve.
My dear" she said to Slime, II am not
going to afflict you with my trouble. / am
thing in this case which is different from
shake of the interest feel in you. Grant
would like to leave my mark, good marx,
freely to me, my child They are harsh
to you in this house,
They are not very kind
power, and yet not marry jacques.
81 will not marry Jacques-Heaven
bless him y
Yet a husband could protect you"
They are not going to kill me aud
am able to bear my life"
The little old English Madame was ST.
lent. reflected minute, then began again:
II went out this evening to calm nv
,,,t I -
deserted and full Of solem peace. prayed
and became resigned. Having finished l
was resting myself, when l found the
painter, Monsieur Lawrence, standing be-
side me. He addressed me as your friend
and we had some whispered conversation.
He talked about you. He loves you. You
have repulsed him. Is it possible that
you are so hard w
Slime, after pause.
Il cant believe it,
Madame, before knew MonsiemLaw-
renee, had never loved anything now il
seems as if could love the whole world
for his sake. lie is absolutely as my life.
| speak extravagantly, Madame ; but re-
at least. that did not wish To
speak at all :
w tii, utgtu Uic lttlt ltuN.
There was time" said Slime, leaning
on the sill, and gazing over clasped hands
into the starry outer dimness, "a time
when ! never thought of checking my
love, seeing nothing in it that was no,
beautiful and good. But was forced TO
change my mind. Madame, will tell you
about it. l WAS sitting one evening in
the courtyard at my knitting, and the
students We're supping in their club-room.
The blind was down, the window open.
| heard the mems voices talking, but /
was not minding what they said was
OF Monsieur Lawrence, of some
words that he said to me, and of the
beautiful look that always came into his
eyes when he saw me. He was away
that day, and always allowed myself to
think most Of him when he was at a dis
tance; it seemed less bold, somehow,
than when he was near. Suddenly heard
his name mentioned in the club-room, and
he became the subject of conversation
among the students. They spoke of his
noble character and of his genius. and
some one said If he only keeps out OF
harms way, he has a fine career before
him.. There was confusion OF voices,
and by and by l learned that the chief
tDluS ue ndu 10 IctT was marriage with 4
woman as poor AS himself. Then my own
name was brought into the conversation,
and there was more confusion. till voice
said severely, That, indeed. would be his
total ruin Madame, the words came
out through the window to me. and buzzed
about my head like fiery gnats. aud then
made their way inward, and settled and
burned their way down to my heart.
When | came up here that night sal
down here and thought about it. At iirs,
l said to myself, 1T is untrue; l should
help and not hinder him l should work
50 hard. and privation would be nothing
TO me- But soon my mind came round
to see the truth. The poorest bread costs
money, and woman is often in the way.
\ man OF genius must not be fettered. Ii
he drudgei to bell the pot, how shall he
soar to his just ambition? After that
used to go about, saying to myself. to
Keep up my courage: i will not be his
ruin. will not spoil his life.' And then.
when one day he found me in trouble. and