Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1882-07-13

Woulu hoO dppio'O VI my hoeo'HS
the matter
Not to meg
Not to YOU; and yet 10 not know
why / should not tell yOn. He need
never know That | have. Promise me
not to reveal it If 1 tell yOu-will you ?
or course l will reveal nothing you
communicate to me in confidence
We'll. the truth is, he is trying to
persuade me to enter a convent.
And are you goingp' said eagerly.
what an interest you appear 10 take
in mel
Are you going to enter a convent
Do say
Il do not know. 1 do not desire it.
shall try and avoid doing so, but
'Theophile, you will think me very
inquisitive; but what can Father JAG
guess reason be for wanting to shut
you upp
oh he says it will be for my good.
He declares / shall be much happier if
gave up the world and devote myself
To the service of our holy Church. Be
sides which. he will be better able, he
says, to attend tor spiritual interests.
How? Would he be in the convent,
toop'
He is connected with the convent
he wishes me TO join
oh, Theophile!, / exclaimed unable
to suppress my concern and Indignation,
you make me very sad. How much L
shall think of you after we have left
Colmar / shall be wondering, when l
am miles away, whether you have given
in to that horrid man.
But you are not going away for
some time yet, are youY
Yes, | am sorry to say, we expect
my uncle next week, and we are to
start for Switzerland, | think, the day
after his arrival
TheOphile was silent, disconnected,
evidently, at my allusion to our leaving.
We continued talking together for some
little time longer, not so cheerily by any
means rs usual; but before we sepa-
rated, ! again required, to the question
| had asked her about Father Jacques.
Before we part, tell me. Theophile
again ! ask you-why is it Father
Jacques dislikes me SO? You said l
had nearly guessed the reason
No; did not say that. You asked
me whether it was because he thought
you liked me, and l said that it was
not the real reason, though something
like it,
We'll, then, what is the reason? l
shall give you no peace till you tell
me-
You are very persistent. Well,
Father Jacques has suspicion that-he
says. indeed, he is sure-that-'
That what2' broke in, all the more
eager to hear what my young friend
seemed reluctant to divulge. That
whatY
That L like you'll There now you
have it. Are you satishedp Do not
ask me any more and she threw her
self back in her chair. and covered her
face with her hands.
That was all wanted. / was salts
fed. There need be now no doubt that
Theophile loved nae, and L felt delight
ed. had also got at the secret of this
priests dislike TO me. Theophile was
fond of me: he saw it, and it made
him hate me. afterward learned
that this spiritual adviser as she
styled him, in demonstrating with her
parents, used TO take his stand upon
religious grounds, and dilate upon the
peril of any intimacy being maintain
ed-the irreparable mischief, indeed,
that might ensue-bet tween TheopEile
and one of heretical creed like my
self. But happily without effect. Her
parents treated me with the same cor
dial courtesy, and the girl continued
as nice in her behavior 10 me as ever.
So the attachment that had sprung up
between us went on without let or
hindrance, the interference of this
meddling priest Notwithstanding. And
thus, whether our mutual parents failed
to see it, or seeing it, cared not To take
notice of this intimacy, | know not;
but it Was so that Theophile and /,
young things of sixteen and seventeen
were suffered 10 become as attached to
each other as any two lovers of ma
turer years could possibly have been,
We had now passed three months at
Colmar, and, AS | had told Theophile,
we were expecting my uncle in the
course of few days, when was taken
i'll. Some form of "a low fever, which
had shown itself in the place, selected
me for one of its victims, my recent
attack of measles predisposing me, il
may be, for the malady. l remember
trying to shake it off for day or two
vainly trying to fight against the pc
culiar lassitude with which the attack
commenced, and then having to give
in and take to my bed. How misera
able / wasl With all the feelings OF
over-fatigue. yet unable to lie still
thirsty in the extreme, yet unable Il
swallow anyone of the varied bever
ages that they brought me; VIDA
was still worse, unable to sleep, A
sense of drowsiness would come owe
me, but no sooner had l yielded to /
than all sorts of of hideous vision
would present themselves to my dis
ordered brain that quickly scared M
back to wakefulness. Yet L was to-