The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-22


who suddenly awaSes from sleep to find
himself caught in a snare. Her face seemed
To sink away under the silken rag which
was tied under her chin. Her right armed
appeared to be helpless, for she pressed it so
closely TO her breast.
do not be alarmed, for we will not hurt
you Where did you come from! Who
are your
But the more she was spoken to the more
frightened she became, turning her head
as If some one were behind her who would
beat her. She examined the kitchen fur
lively, the flaggings, the beams, the shin
ing utensils; then her glance PASSED
through the irregular windows which were
left in the ancient opening, and she saw
the garden, clear TO the trees by the bishops
house, whose white shadows lowered above
the wall at the end, while at the left, as if
astonshed at finding itself there, stretched
along the whole length of the alley the
cathedral, with its romanesque windows in
the chapels Of It's apsis, And again, from
the heat of the stove which began to pene-
trate her she had long attack of shivering,
after which she turned her eyes to the floor
and remained quiet.
'Doyou belong to Beaumontl Who is
your fatherp'
She was so entirely silent that Hubert
thought that her throat must be too dry to
allow her to speak
Instead Of questioning her he said, eve
would do much better to give her good
cup Of coffee as hot as she can drink it,.
That was so reasonable that hubertine
immediately handed her the cup she herself
held, Whist she cut two large slices OF
bread and buttered them, the child still
mlstrustful, continued to shrink back; but
her hunger was too great, and soon she ate
and drank ravenously. That there need
not be restraint upon her, the husband
and wife were silent, and we're touched to
tears on seeing her little hand tremble to
sach degree that ut times it was difficult
for her to reach her mouth. She made use
only OF her left hand, for her right arm
seemed to be fastened to her chest. When
she had finished, she almost broke the cup,
which she caught again by an awkward
movement of her elbow.
Have you hurt your arm badlyN Huber
tine asked. "Do not he afaaid my dear,
but show it to mef'
But as she was about to touch it, the
child rose up hastily, trying to prevent her,
! and as in the struggle she moved her arm,
little pasteboacd covered book, which
she had hidden under her dress, slipped
through large tear in her waist She
tried to take it, and when she saw her I'M
known hosts open and begin to read it., she
clenched her fist in ahger.
1t was an official certificate, given by the
administration DIES enfants assisteS in the
department of the Seine. On the first page.
under medallion containing a likeness of
Saint Vincent-de-Paul, were the printed
prescribed FORMS For tho family name q
simple black line filled tho allotted space
| Then for the Christian names, were those of
Angelique Marie; for the dates, born the
ed of January, 1851, admitted the 23d of
the same month under the registered num-
| Der of 1884 So there was neither father
nor mother; there were no papers; not even
q statement of where she was born; moth
! ing but this little book of official GOODNESS,
with its cover Of pale red pasteboard No
| relative in the world, and even her
! abandonment numbered and classed
"Oh then she is a founding" exclaimed
Hubertine
In a parOxysm of rage the child replied
Il am much better than all the others-yes
-yesl | am better, better, better | have
never.taken anything that didn't belong tc
mo, and yet they stole all | had. Give me
back, now, that which you also have stoler
| from meW
Such powerless passion, such pride to be
above the others in goodness, so shook tbs
body of the little girl, that the HUBERT
were startled. They no longer recognized
the blonde creature, with violet eyes anC
graceful figure. Now her eyes were black
her face dark, and her neck seemed swollen
by rush of blood to it. Since she had be
come warm, she raised her head and hisset
like a serpent that had been picked up OF
the snow.
Are you then really so naughty" asked
Hubert, gently. eff we wish to know al
about you, it is because we wish to hell
you"
And looking over the shoulders of hi
wife, he read, as the latter turned tn.
leaves of the little book. On the secon,
page was the name of the nurse. 9Th
child, Angelique Marie, had been given, OF
the 18th of January, 1851, to the nurse
FRANCHISE, sister of Mr. Hameliu, farme
by profession, living in the parish o
Soulanges, an reimbursement of Movers
The aforesaid nurse had received on her de
parture the pay for the first month of he
! care, in addition to her clothing" Then
there was a certificate of her baptism
signed by the chaplain of the Asylum fol
Abandoned Children; also that of the physi
clan on the arrival ard on the departure O
the infant. The monthly accounts, paid il
| quarterly installments. filled farther on tn,
columns of four pages, and each time Their,
was the illegible signature of the receiver
or collector.
What Nevers!n asked Hubertine. "Yol
were brought up near Nevers"
Angelique, red with anger that shl
could not prevent them from reading, haC
| fallen into Sullen silence. But at last Sht
| opened her mouth to speak of her nurse.
"Ahl you may be sure that Maman Min
would have beaten you. She always tool
| my part against others, she did, although
sometimes she struck me herself All! it il
true | was not so unhappy over there, witt
the cattle and all i"
Her voice choked her and she continued
in broken, inc jherent sentences, to speak OF
the meadow where she drove the great rec
cow, of the broad road where she played
of the cakes they cooked, and of pet house
dog that had once bitten her
Hubert interrupted her as he read aloud
"In case of illness, or of bad treatment, tht
| superintendent is authorized to change tn,
nurses of the children" Below it was writ
ten that the child, Angelique Marie. haC
been given on the Goth of June to the car,
| of Theresa, wife of, Louis Franchomme
both of them makers of artificial flowers
in Paris,
"Ahl / understand" said Hubertine
you were i'll, and so they took you back to
| ParisE
But no, that was not the case, and the
| Huberts did not know the whole history
until they had drawn it, little by little
| from Angeique. Louis Franchomme, who
was a cousin Of Maman Mini, went to pas
month in his native village, when recover
ing from fever. IL was then that hl'
wife, Theresa became very fond Of the
child, and obtained permission to take hei
to Paris, where she could be taught the
trade Of making flowers. Three months
later her husband dicd, and she herself, be
ing delicate in health, was Obliged TO leave