The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-10-16

they see II, we 20 UHck W NasHlllEVuuJ
D. e., tonight, and on Monday We will go
to New York. Until our arrival there,
adieu. W..
GOOD MANETTE AND PRETTY MARCELLE.
lam a Frenchman; my name Is Paul
lie Moyne; my home is in Varcnne,
where, I was brought up by my uncle, the
miller. In the little home, within sight of
the great m%ill-wheel, my aunt hustled
about, with a white handkerchief round
her head and a white apron covering her
blue gown, from morning until night.
Everything was clean and bright; every
thing was pretty.
Manette lived very near us. She was a
little younger than l. She was a modest
little creature.
One could not call her pretty, though
she had a good face and a neat figure.
She was always pleasant, always good
humored, always busy as a bee.
No one could help liking her; but no
one fell in love with her.
She was as, | have said, not a beauty,
and she was poor. She would haye'no
portion. She could not afford fine dress.
and ornaments. l'l ~.
Beside Marcelle she looked as a little
brown house-sparrow looks beside some
gay tropical bird.
Marcelle might have been a queen.
Her father was rich. She would have q
portion worth counting when she married.
She had all that beauty needs for its
adornment, 5tala -tH He.n
She had no cares-no anxieties; and II
Marcelle gave me her hand for the dance
I was proud, and the other young men en-.
We'd me
.WhenI danced with Manette twas out
OF kindness, because Iwould notslighta
neighbor-a neighbor who had been 80
kind, too, for when 1had the fever which
made every one else fear to approach the
house, Manette came and nursed me, and,
when l was better, never wearied OF am
using me.
az would thou vert my sister, little.
triendw I said to her then.
She answered: "Call me sister; 1t will
be the same"
But rs 1 looked at her I saw a strange,
sad look steal across her face.
"Art thou weary with all thy watching,
little sister," ! asked.
She smiled and shook her head, and
said: "No.N i ,taitp
But / was troubled. az 2Lj
Obi Manette was pleasant, sitting at the
freside in the winter time knitting deity
and rapidly, the freight glinting In her
black eyes and on the black waves of her
hair. 'iiil,. ".' y
She was full Of chat then, and laughed
merrily, and 1 liked to sit near her and lis
ten as ] watched her fingers ay; but when
we were in gay company I forgot her for
Marcelle. Marcelle was beautiful and a
coquette. a'
You never knew what to hopeo or whatto
fear. 70 IA Hrai ~! +"t
Manette was always the same. II she
liked once, 1t wasforevcr.
II believe that I was in love with Mar
celle, and I knew that l loved Manette.
q The night that English folk call Twelfth
night Is with lis the Fde des Rots. On that
night there was alwaysa dance ut Varenne,
and q large cake was baked, large enough
for every man p~resentto have a piece. In
it was put q bean. 'iaHi
D Before the dancing began the cake was
sliced and served. Whoever received the
the slice in whichithe bean was placed had
the right to choose the prcttiest girl In the
parts to be his queen for all the time ofthe
its, 10 dance with her, to walk with her
-in fact, to devote himself to her as en-
tirely as he pleased.
The man who drew the bean was called
the king. Naturally he was envied by all
the men, and every girl was eager to be
chosen.
III drew the beau Marcelle should be
my queen, and there would be an oppor-
tunity to say a few sweet words and pave
the way to what l mean to say one day; or,
indeed, l might even then ask her to be my
wife. Who would not be proud OF such a
bride? And she smiled very kindly on me.
I dressed myself in my best, and looked
among the potted flowers my aunt kept
upon her window.sill for a flower for my
bntton-hole, but there were no flowers OF
the color l wanted there.
lI knew Mannette had some. Her flow
ers always bloomed bravely, and ! ran
down the road to the little house to ask for
one.
The door was open, and / slipped in.
All was quiet. The polished floor shone
with the rubbing II had had, so that 1t re-
Elected the swinging cage in which q ca
nary bird futtercd and sang.
Through the muslin curtains the golden
sunlight fell upon the snow white walls.
Every small pane in the diamond lattice
was bright as a gem. The copper pans
elittered. The flowers doomed In q row
nm tho window.Rill. 4st-
Mannette had made her poor little home
beautiful with the work OF her own small
hands. But where was she?
No matter. / would take a flower, and
tease her with the story Of how athiof had
entered her house. f'71i'
What I wanted was a scarlet geranium.
There II was, Its velvet petals glowing
warm and bright amidst its green leaves.
Itook out my knife audlcut 1t of. li
Then l went to the glass to arrange It in
my coat, and, standing there, / heard q lit
lie murmur. Mannctte was talking to
some one in heneNt room.
Softly l thrust my head in at the door,
| which was ajar.
ii was q little bedroom, bare and white,
save for an image of the Virgin. Before
this knelt Mannette, dressed in her poor
best for the faG. Her back was towards
me; her head wasbowedi her hands clasp
ed. She waspraying.
/ heard her murtnur:
"Haye pity On me. Take this wicked
;~ooInnav from nv heart. Lat ma MT AMY