Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-21
CHAPTER w.

CHAPTER XXI.
''Now feel inclined for a real holiday,
eh, Magdalen p said her father, when well
on their way.
Eyes, tader."
"Weil, suppose we 90 down to the city
a few days, then? / want you to see ii,
and then we can visit the folks in GeOr-
gia."
''Just as you say, sir"
But wouldn't you like to go?''
| "Yes, SIR" she heartily replled, thinking
there would be no danger in meeting with
Lawrence Cammack.
They would, of course, 90 to some quiet
modest stopping place, take glance at
the gay city, and COON.
They did stop at aquiet house, but
| bent on giving his daughter pleasure and
causing her to forget the Camm ack pride,
Mr.. Grant insisted on good deal Of sight
seeing. And Magdalen did take a certain
! amount OF interest in the shifting, brill
liant life, though she still looked forward
with eagerness to the quiet drudgery OF
| teaching. They had not caught even
glimpse OF familiar face after a weeks
stay, and the dread of suddenly meeting
Lawrence Cammack passed from Magda-
lens mind. The people in the house where
they were stopping interested and amused
the girl as much as anything she saw
dDIOdUs Dui ilOE6 IMAM al tue nlElbll Wis
it's OF a silent black CARRIED Sister of
Charity raised her curiosity. That slen-
der shape gliding nOiselessly up the stairs
and down the hall, with bent head, shroud-
ed in an ugly bonnet, fascinated her.
"What is her name, and who does she
visit so regularly?1 she inquired of the
landlady, who was of sociable, chatty
nature.
''she is Sister Angelique, and she came
to see poor Old Spanish physician, who
came here few days ago, rented one of my
small back rooms, and then got sick. The
saints alone know what would have be-
come OF him if Sister Angelique mad not
heard of his illness, and came TO him, for
my hands are always full. l wish you
could talk to her, she is the quietest, gen.
tlest creature l ever saw, and the most
untiring."
81 wish could speak to her, but she will
not look up or take any notice of me.'
''Be on the stairs this evening when she
| comes up and speak first yourself, and
call her Sister AngeliQue."
"Do you think she would resent III"
''No. Take along an orange or bunch
of grapes for Senor."
SO Magdalen provided herself with a
small basket of fruits, and stood on the
stairs when the sister came in.
She came swiftly through the hall and
up the steps, her hands clasped over a
large jet cruciiX which swung from a
chain fastened in her girdle. The girls
heart beat quick, and she put out timd
hand to detatn the faithful worker.
''GoOd evening, Sister Aneelique. VIII
YOU give a moment to meY'
"If you need 1t, MadOmlselle," SAID
soft voice promptly, as if used to the re-
quest, and two serene eyes were lifted to
the young noble face.
s'You forgive nv boldness, then. have
longed to speak to you every time you
passed, but dared not. How is SenorW
Low with lingering fever. He is per-
ishing slowly"
"Win yOu-may Lii be could eat lit
tie of this fruit perhaps it might do good"
she said, halttngly, and holding out her
offering.
"DO you send it to him, Mademoi-
seller"
s'If you will be so kind as TO take it,"
sit is sweet charity, and that we never
refuse" she said, taking the little basket
and gliding away.
After that Magdalen met her often, and
they never passed without a few words.
That serene and busy life charmed the
girl, and seeing only the fairest side of it
She desired to 20 and do likewise. 1t
would be better than school teaching. She
did not wish to enter a convent, or con-
form to all the rules and regulations OF
tue Roman Church, but TO fOreswear self
interest, self-gain or glory for the good of
others appeared in very lovely light to
her.
Happily, ignorant OF all the strange
thoughts and desires passing through his
daughters mind, Mr.. Grant spared Meth
er his purse nor mis- physical ease TO give
her pleasure, aud make her visit 10 New
Orleans a good memory.
lie came in one evening with tickets to
the opera, and a bunch OF viulets half
crushed in one OF his large hands.
II saw 'em on stand, and thought
maybe you would like 10 have 'em TO wear.
think you had better put on your party
dress and hXins. We are going among ane
folks this evening"
So Magdalen put on her white cashmere
and wore the violets on ner breast, her
heart heavy with the memory Of that
night at the CammacGs.
Sister Angelique and sisterhoods were
forgotten All her plans OF seli-sacri6ce
OF renunciation were swept away for the
time. Nature cried out, and would be
heard real human nature hungry for love
and happiness, She shrank snuddering
from the prospect OF long life spent apart
from home loves and Joys. She nut the
flowers away from her, then drew them
back with heavy sigh.
"Magdalen. are you readyg inquired
her father, cheerfuliy.
Yes. sir, in one moment" and hastily
fastening the flowers back she picked up
her fan and light mantel and opened the
door,