Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1882-10-25

felt such grief for your little baby and
your husband. how could you work the
Same as beforep"
"Ah. you will learn by-and-by, Mon
sieur Paul" old Margot answered, "that
when the good God sends us sorrows
He does not mean to make us despair.
but to hope, and He Is always pleased
with our patient work That Is the bess
way to cure the ache OF ones heart. 1t
is little matter where my dearly loved
ones lie in death. In life l know they
are with the good God, and when l see
them it will make no difference that
have never laid flower on their graves.
And now you must go home, for the
evening is coming on and they will bo
alarmed about YOU"
when am man." Paul said earn
estly, l shall try to find the grave OF
your baby, and shall plant flowers on
it so that in the spring-time it will be
all covered with them. Come, Anna,
little sister, and say goodnight to
Margot. And l hope, dear Margot,
that it has not made you too sad to tell
us this long history"
You are like your dear grandmam-
ma, Monsieur Paul, always so thought
full. No. am not sad for having told
you of my great trouble, and you and
Mademoisellc Marie must not grieve
about it for it is altogether right" And
old Margot got up and stood at her
door TO watch the children on their
way
Such calm, clear evening! The sun
was sinking--a great. transparent ball
of rosy flame; and across the fields they
could see a group of women who had
just stopped work. One of them, in her
short stuff petticoat and white cotton
cap, was standing drawn to her full
height with both arms stretched over
her head to relieve the WEAKNESS of the
long days STOPPING. The straight.
strong, somewhat heavy figure was
etched in sharp distinctness against the
fading western glow.
THAT must be Madelen," Marie said.
mo one else is so tall. l shall wave
my handkerchief to her."
"Mine too" little Anna cried, hold
ing up tiny square all stained with
having been wrapped about the stems
of her flowers.
''Thc women must get very tired
working all day in the fields" Paul
observed. II suppose Margot used
TO work too. Nurse says she was once
tall and slender. One would not think
she could ever have been like Madelon,
she who is so bent and STOPPING"
II love Margot," Anna interposed,
land / will take her a gingerbread one
day.
"Why, Anna" said Marie, with the
dignity of quite eleven years, "dost
thou think old Margot will care for
cakesp What darling she is!' sho
added in lower tone, turning to her
brother. "She wishes always to give
what she likes best to those she loves.
All! Paul, look! there is mamma. and
she has on her white lace dress. Anna,
little one, hast thou flower left for
herp She is wearing none. Quick,
quick! Let us run; she sees us; she is
waving her hand to u.s." They hurried
through the gate and reached the ter
race. "Were you alarmed about us,
mammal" she asked.
II had begun to think il was grow
ing late" the mother answered. "And
where have you been, dear children"
she went on, laying her lovely, soft
hand on Annals brown hair. whilst
Paul and Marie, one on either side, put
an arm through hers. II know you
were to 60 to the churchyard-but aft
erward?"
"Afterward," Marie said, we went
to see Margot."
"Ah! am glad Of that She is ST.
patient and so good, and she loves Sc
well to have you come"
"And she recounted to u.s." Paul
continued, '.about when she was young,
and how she walked all the way to
Paris, and her baby died, and when she
got there her husband was dead, and
She cried-that old Margot. Dear
mamma" and he put his arm around
her, "why do you cryp"-EHa Heath
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