Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1878-10-24
Good NIammeffe and Pret-
ty MarceIle.

I01S-A queen JOT the EOenang--
Paul lie Moyne's Choice yf !.
Partner.
l am a Frenchman my name i
Paul LIE Moyne /; my home, is il
tVarenne, where / was brought al
by my uncle, the miller. In tn,
little home, within sight of the grea
mill-wheel, my aunt hustled about
with a white handkerchief rouno
her head aid white apron cover
ing her blue gown, from morning
until night.
Everything was clean and bright
everything was pretty.
Mannette lived very near u.s.
She was a little younger than /
She was modest little creature.
One could not call her pretty
though she had a good face and q
neat figure. She was always pleas
ant, always good-humorcd, alway:
busy as bee.
No one could help liking her ;
but no one fell in love with her.
She was, as ] have said, not 6
beauty, and she was poor. She
would have no portion. She could
not afford fine dress and ornaments
Beside Marceile she looked as q
little brown house-sparrow looks
b"side some gay tropical bird.
MarcelIe might have been a qneen-
Her father was rich. She would
have "a portion worth counting when
she married.
She had all that beauty needs for
irs adornment.
She had no Cares-nO anXieti es ;
and if Marc, lie gave her hand for
the dance | WAS proud, and the
other young men envied me.
When l danced with Mannette it
was out OF kindness, because [ would
not slight a neighbor IA neighbor
who had been so kind, too, tor when
[ had the fe~cr which made every
one else fear to approach the house,
Mannettt. came and nnrsed me, and
when | was better, never wearied OF
amusing ME.
/" | would thou vert my sister,
little friend 70 ] said to her tlen.
She answered =" Gail me sister
it will be the same. 2"
But AS | looked at her / saw a
strange, sac look steal across her face,
"Art thou weary with all thy
watching, little sister 2" [ asked.
She smiled and shook her head,
and said: " No. 2"
But | was troubled.
OH! Mannette WAS pleasant, sit
ting at the hrcside IN the winter
time knitting detlly and rapidly, the
tirelight gIinting in her black eyes
and on the black waves Of her bair.
She w*s full of chat then, and
laughed merrily, and liked to si1
near her and listen as watched hel
fingers fly ; but when we were in
gay company | forgot her for Mar
celle. Marcelle was beautiful anc
a coquettee.
Now she smiled on one, now OF
another. You never knew wha: t.
hope or what to fear.
Mannette was always the same
If she liked once, it was forever. i,
l believe that l was in love will
Marcelle, and | knew that / love,
Mannette.
The night that English folk cal
Twelfth-night is with us the Eet
deS Rois. Cn that night there wa
always dance at Varenne, and
large cake was baked, large enougI
for every man present TO have
piece. In it was put a bean.
Before the dancing began I'll
cake WAS sliced and served. Who
ever received the slice in which tn
bean was placed had the right t
choose the prettiest girl in the part
to be his queen for all the time {
the fete, to dance with her, to wal
with hcr-in fact, to devote himse
To- her rs entirely as he pleased.
The man who drew the bean W.
called the king. Naturally he ".
; envied by all tue men, and ever
girl WAS eager to be chosen.
r If / drew the bean Marcel
: : should be my queen, and thel
wonid be an opportunity to say
few sweet words and pave the wa
TO what mean to say one day; o
indeed, might even then ask h,
to be my vile. Nho would not |
prond of such bride And 81
J. smiled very kindly on me.
e dressed my yself in my best, a,
looked AMONG the potted fiowe
/, my aunt kept upon her window>e
I 'r n flower tor my button-hole, b
i there were no flowers OF the color
wanted there.
Il l knew Mannette had some.
Her flowers always bloom ed brav
ly, and l ran down the read to I
little house to ask fol one.
u. The door was open, and | slipp
- in. All was oniet. The ,,ol;st