The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1876-04-27

aristocrat in the little lady's looks; her So !
norous name-Henriette Desisee Louise |
Belleschevau1, her old Hugenotgreat-grand
mothers name-was more imposing than |
her appearance. She was tiny woman,
but perfect as tiny, with her faultless hands |
ami feet, her shell pink bloom, her delicate |
her luminous brown eye, and her
hair, whose braide sat upon her head as a
gold crown might upon queens; yet
if you looked closer you saw her always
erect, now so gracious, now so imperious,
every inch of her queen. But this dis
crowned queen was apt to lie per,lue, unless
it was necessary to assert herself, and per-
haps nobody but John Mowbray had ever
como into open contact with her.
He was the teacher ofmathematics, which
duty he assumed only while using allthe
time it left him for the study of his profess
sicn--a stalwart, we'll knit fellow, with
broad intellect stamped upon his face, who
had worked bis way through college, and
apparently thought it no dishonor to work
his way through life. Yet he knew the
hardships of teachers life; none better:
ana when he saw this little lady enter the
school he could not but feel pang of pity
to think of the unused path before her, and
to play on her nerves as on the keyboard.
There was something very winning about
her gracious yet reserved manner, her calm
smile; he thought he should like to make the
way easier for her. He left on her desk
one morning as he wentsby, single rose
bud, like word Of welcome.
It was not the season with her OF flowers
in pleuty; it was long since she had flowers
~ : l.
took it up eagerly, and when the bell tink-
led she pinned it in her throot, with some
thing Of the color deepening her cheek.
John Mowbray, seeing her through his
glass door, could but think the little flower
had frightened the path Of the little feet
| that day. Some days afterward he laid, not
one, but two or three stems in cluster on
| the deck again, taken from his own window
garden that he tried to keep in bloom all the
year round-a carnation, bit Of heliotrope
. white bud, . geranium leaf She looked
up as he passed, with smile; they were SO
sweet, the sight of them, the breath Of them
gave back the days when she was surround
| ed with them; she kept them with her all
day and took them home at night As for
the giver, it never occurred to her to re-
member him; she had always had flowers,
| and here was some kind tate still bestowing
them. John Mowbray was merely the SER
want of this fate. 1t seemed, though, as if
the little flowers we're in some sort seal Of
benson VI on her work; she went about it
with better heart because Of them. So for
one week and another she took her seat at
her desk, and every few days the passing
hand quietly laid before her the few bios
SONS, or she found then there when she
came--a single spray of salmon. colored
geraniam flowers ring with the darkest
pansies, just enc plendid cactus blossom, to
look ut her like red ianged live creature,
a SCORE Of the FIRST deep violets, snowy
Gala full Of those viole,s, o spike Of creamy
hyaoin.hs, or, if there were not any bios
SONS out; . bunch Of fragrant leaves. The
ungrateful girl never thought for momen,
about the way they reached her; i, was Sc
natural that she should have them; they
came as part of her belongings, aud she
gave nod OF thanks to John Mowbray, as
she would to waiter, and went her tire
some way, bu. made no complaint
But when the first term was half through
Mr.. Nowbray was called away. The prin
oipal attended to his classes and bunglet
through his Rotations, and he was gone thre,
weeks I'm sure you miss your floweres.
said the old preceptress; and al OF once th,
the perception of her Indebtedness crosses
! l.ouise-crossed her in an angry rush o
feeling-she, \ Belleschevaux, 10 be indebt
| ed for what had been hers in Abundance,
from her cradlel When Mr.. Mowbray cam
back, shaking hands with one and another
ne paused nj her desk II was gone q grea
| while Miss Belleschevaux,' said he .Ru
it is not every day one has = legacy. and
I'VE are glad to have you back, Mr. Now
bray" she said, luftily as 50 small
thing could speak, evincing such pleasure ~
might be found in the return OF black 5oars
and cryon and not heeiing the sprays o
exquisite pink heather he laid before ner
The sight Of them. after their absence, serv
ed to remind her that she nc longer had ,h'
wide gardens and Conservatives, AMI more
over that she owed 10 this school usher nov
the simple commonplace Of her old life. Sh,
never touched the heather. hu, lie. it lie an,
wither for the janito- to sweep out. |, wa
however, only few days before size soaa,
in her glass on her desk cluster Of it'll
white Scotch roses; the quick glan:e the,
had from her. and they too wi.hered un
touched She was with these people. ba
not Of them; she would not be placed on tn
/ kSVGl VI sASA AOtuAAottsy - sAS eseAAs Oas
taking Of these flowers. And she would b
the debtor Of no such usurer - one who ex
poets gratitude. She could live without thi
Mr.. Mowbray's flowers, and wanted no.
Of them She heard it ramored that hi
legacy was 60 generous he would leav
, teaching and establish himself in his profe
: sion ut once; she wished he would. and III
sooner the better. IL became more an NOR
unpleasant to have him place the blossoms !
!" her hand. she could not refuse them wishos
rudenees, and rudeness had hitherto bee
foreign to the Belleschevaax- She hated
thank him. il ne had any Interior de-igs
:. any intention Of thus expressing emotio
toward her. the thing VAS dcoby repuf
nant-one Of these people daring 70 fee
much less to express, any emotion sowar
her. Since the idea struck her she Ia
:, really never given him $ second iook- ST
delayed reaching school TIL the last bell m
size paid no more attention TO any fiewel
she found, although il must De confssst
! that bunch Of lilies of-tke-valleT cut hl
10 the heart, and it weuIi have been ragsu