The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1880-12-02

filings them towards the edge Of tn,
water is a fine red brown; the othel
hand has been pillowing his head, ant
he is just raising himself by its hell
to steal look at the companion who
sits near him; the girl has been silent
so long, he is puzzled, for usually she
is as blithe as bird.
1t is as he expects, Liszen's pink
plump hands lie idle in her lap, and
her fair, snowy-capped head has sunk
on her white chemisette as she leans
back asleep against the gnarled old
trunk Of one Of the willows.
How pretty she looks: her softly
rounded pink chin rests on the many
plated guimpe which fills up the
square opening of her black cloth
gown; her blue eyes are closed, but
the dark eyelashes show their curved
length on her cheeks. The eyebrows,
too, are some shades darker in color
than the fair hair hidden away be-
meath the pretty winged cap.
Yves has often looked at Liszen
Perrik; ever since they made their
| first communion together, that day
when kind Madame Perrik took the
orphan boy home to spend the rest of
the day with Liszen, the two children
have been companions. Madame Per-
rik says they are to marry some day,
but Yves and Liszen have never talk
ed of love or marriage either It only
seems to them that everything must
be shared between, and that no holi-
day, whether it be Sunday or fete-day,
can be spent apart.
They are by nature both shy and
silent. Liszen is even sad-looking,
though when Yves is beside her it
seems to the girl that her tongue is
unloosed; and Yves laughs so easily
at what she says, though he has such
grave look for others, that he pro-
vokes her to be saucy.
| He has not a grave look now. First
his brown face breaks into a smile,
and the long, dark, cleaning eyes
grow bright with mischief; but as he
looks, Love, who has been doing in
this youths heart, suddenly awakes
and shakes his wings; the mischief
fades out Of those liquid eyes and the
warm light Of love glows in them.
Yves's heart beats; his breath comes
quickly, as he gazes at the sleeper,
and a warm flush steals over his face
he has never seen Liszen look so pret-
ty-he longs to kiss her, if only he
can steal kiss before she wakes. He
raises himself OH his elbows and then
looks cautiously round, for this is
Yves Duroc's first love, and he is
bashful.
"Ah!" and he falls back on his hand
again-he forgot Madame Perrik
There she sits in the blazing sunshine,
a few yards nearer the abbey, telling
the beads of her rosary, and praying
every now and then for the departed
who lie buried among those frosted
grey ruins that face the bay.
Madame Perrik loves the old abbey
as much as her children, as she calls
them, love the bay; and though she
has never known any of the departed
who lie beneath these mouldering
stones, the thought Of them seems to
put her in closer communication with
her own lost loved ones. Father
mother, husband, and six children lie
leagues away in Cornouaille. The old
godfather even, who brought her an6
her sickly baby away from her loved
dead ones, does not lie in the grave
yard Of this little seaport town; he
died at Morlaix during a short absence
from home.
But Widow Perrik does not bring
Liszen here Sunday after Sunday, an(
fete-day after fete-day to the bay, on
ly that she may think over her dea
departed ones. She knows how tn
children, as she calls them, love tn
bay, and to-day she has another rea
son.
1t is the great yearly fair, and tn
little town behind the bay is thronge,
) with strangers good, some bad
but more bad than good, says Madam
! Perrik. She and Yves and Liszel
J have been to mass this morning at five
: and since then have attended higl
| mass and vespers; but the Grand
l Place is covered with dancing-booths
/. and here and there the sound of th
} biniou has made itself heard, as it
: owner tries to assure himself it is i
+ tune. Now the sound of the binio
f on these occasions, Madame PERI
/, thinks, is the voice of the evil on
$ himself There will be plenty {
+ dancing as evening draws on-plent
e of license too; for there are sever;
S smaller booths in the Place, with hug
). cider-barrels crowned with gree
e boughs at one end, and long tab
y covered with glasses within the booth