The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1876-04-27
The Anti-AG0nop0ist-

schevaux, and if they were not, were not
oil men equal before God? Miss Bellesche-
vaux was becoming q little radical. She
used to listen to him, too, talking on indif-
ference themes with the principal in the
long recess. Well, she had wrought her
fate, she must put it on and wear it; the
patience she had used in accepting poverty
and work she must use it in deception the
disesteem Of this one man in the world. So
she plodded on her dreary patti; and, as
before, nobody knew what it cost her.
There was no CHEEKY good morning now from
any deep voice, there was no more flowers
to brighten the day, to take to her mother
and the children a. night; yet ifshe missed
then, she deserved it, she must make amends
by Frightening the day to those around her,
And she did; and the girls began to say new
err anybody taught like Miss Bellesehevaux
she was just music itself-while the old
preceptress assured them that t.blood always
tells
Thus through the long dark half Of the
Autumn term, through the beginning Of the
winter, the dark days when life and gloom
seemed one There was little pleasure in
the school, and home was so changed that
there was little solace there. She was
Thoroughly dispirited; and more than once
she might have been seen lingering after the
| rest at close of day, with her arms flung
across the desk and her head fallen be
| tween tn EN-, abandoned to her tears. She
was very unhappy, and she learned at last
that she had brought it on herself, that her
| heart awoke too late, and the light that
might have burned an eternal altar fire she
had herself put out. She grew worn and
thin; sad smile played with the dimples
now, although they were just as lovely, but
the rich color, slowly waning, seldom hung
its signal on the soft cheek, unless some
voice startled her, voice that her heart
sprang to meet. She dragged herself every
day to school and it seemed to her that in
stead Of the grandiloquent legend over the
gate, should have been written. ..Aban-
d, n hope all ye who enter here" Il would
be vacation soon; the second half Of Febru-
airy was breathing space; he would be gone,
and she would escape her troubles or gather
strength to endure them.
1t was the last day but one Of the term
Mr.. Mowbray left on the morrow. As sac
heard the regret everywhere about her, hel
heart sank The hours crawled AT length
the bell struck, the files departed; she wa:
left alone.
Alone? Mr.. Mowbray behind the glass
doors, was sorting some final papers. Could
she let him leave with this cloud over her
Fear shook her. But no; 1t any rate sht
must dispel that; and al at once she walked
boldly this time, but twice turning back or
tn way, 10 his side. He did not look up q
once. She put ont her hand to attract hi.
attention: it fell on his; then he rose. Sht
was stone still. not word came from her
..Can help youf" he said
..Mr. Mowbray, want to beg-you-'
Aud she broke into food OF tears aud rar
away too fast for any feet to follow.
II was harder work to 60 to school nexl
day than anything she had ever done; but
she must; and, white as little ghost, she
took her seat at her desk, to blush on the
instant red as 8 little rose over the handful
of orange blossoms scattered round letter
Lying on her desk. "Miss Belleschevauz
has . valentine!" cried the girls. But lusl
then the bel; rang, and she took her letter
and one great, sweet blossom with her K
her music room, where she would be alOn,
until she summoned her class; and she tore
the letter oren, and saw the verse she hat
. seen once before, and below it. TO complete
its use, another verse Of the same poem:
II love her with love AZ still,
As broad rivers peaceful might,
Which, by high tower and iowiy mill,
Hoes wandering at its own sweet will,
Aud yet doth ever low Alright"
and beneath the whole, as If il had bee
proud to set his hand and seal to it was III
boldly written name Of John Mowbray.
There came tap upon the door, and, q
, she would have concealed the letter, il open
ed, and Mr.. Mowbray himself came ia. Sh
thought she was dreaming; she did not dar
to LOOK up. he walked straight to her, an
took the hands with which she was tryin
to hide that sne had been holding the lette
to her lips.
..Arc you going to answer my valentine
Are you going TO ware my orange fower7
!, said he. Look up, and let me read til
answer in your eyes. Tell me did not DIR
too much.'' and IS she still sat like st.tu,
"Are you really little frozen jasmine low
err" he or ied:sand be bent end kissed hel
Ibid you think could live every day {
!, six month under the same roof with you,
he murmured, land MT learn TO love you
And did you think, my darling nov, that
: never saw the change stealing over you lik
z sunrise into the skyf"
And when the principal. in neat speec
Of regrets, formally told the school that II
Mowbray eft them that day, he added b
9 regrets that Mr.. Mowbray was 70 take Nil
: Beiieechevaux with him.