The morning news., 1888-11-04

AS ne jOOk dUOlUST step UOWdiQ ouO
was at the threshold of the great window,
which was now wide open on to the balcony.
She had stopped him with half smile as she
SAID:
You would not like to force me TO throw
myself down from here. Listen
and understand me when | say to you that
everything which surrounds me is on my
side. | have already told you that for
long time objects themselves have spoken to
me. hear voices in all directions, and
Deyer have they been so distinct as at this
moment. Hear it is the whole Clos Marie
that encourages me not to spoil my life and
yours by giving myself to you without the
consent of you father This singing voice is
the Chevrotte, so clear and so fresh that it
seems to have put within me a purity like
crystal since ] have lived 50 near it. This
other voice, like that of crowd, tender and
deep, it is that of tho entire earth-the
grasses, the trees, all the peaceable life of
this sacred corner which has so constantly
worked for the good OF my soul.
"And there are other voices which come
from still farther away from the elms of the
garden of monseigneur, and from this hori-
Zon of branches, the smallest of which in
| terests itself i'll me and wishes for me to be
victorious.
THE, again, this great, sovereign voice,
it is that of my old friend, the cathedral
| who, eternally awake, both day and night,
has taught me many important things
| Each one of the stones in the immense
| building, the little columns in the windows,
| the bell towers Of its piers, the flying but
| tresses of its apse, all have murmur
which | can distinguish, a language which |
| understand Listen to what they say: that
| hope remains even in death. When one is
really humble, love alone remains and tri-
umphs. And at last, look The air itself
| is filed with the whIsperiDgs OF spirits. See,
here are my Invisible companions, the vir-
gins who are ever near me and aid me.
Listen, lsteuW
Smiling, she had lifted up her hand with
| an air of the deepest attention, and her
whole being was in ecstacy from the scat
| tered breathings she heard. They were the
Virgins of the Golden Legend that her
imagination called forth, as in her early
childhood and whose mystic fight came
| from the old book with It's quaint pictures,
| that was placed on the little table. Agnes
| was first, clothed with her beautiful hair,
| having on her finger the ring OF betrothal
| to the Priest Pauln. Then all the Others
came in turn. Barbara with her tower;
Genevieve with her sheep; Cecilia with her
| viOl; Agatha with her wounded breast;
| Elizabeth begging on the highways, and
| Catherine triuinphing over the learned doc
tors She did not forget the miracle that
made Lucy SO heavy taat a thousand men
and five yoke of oxen could not carry her
away: nor the governor who became blind
as he tried to embrace Anastasia. Then
others who seemed flying through the quiet
night, still bearing marks of the wounds in
| ficted upon them by their cruel martydOm
| and from which rivers of milk were flowing
! instead of blood Ah to die from love like
them, to die in the purity of youth at the
first kiss Of beloved one!
| Felicien had approached her.
Il am the one person who really lives,
Angelque, and you cannot give me up tor
mere fancles."
dreams !-fanciesl !" she murmured.
"Yes: for if in reality these visions seem
to surround you, it is simply that you your
self have created them all. Come, dear
no longer put a part OF your life into objects
about you and they will be quiet
She gave way to a burst of enthusiastic
| feeling.
"Oh, no. Let them speak. Let them
| call out louder still, They are my strength
they give me tho courage to resist you. 1t is
| a manifestation of the eternal grace, and
never has it overpowered me so energetical
| lv as now. If it Is but dream, a dream
| which have placed in my surroundings
| and which comes back to me at will, what
| of it. 1t saves me, it carries me away spot
| less in the midst of dangers. Listen your
| self Yield and obey like me. l no longer
1
| In spite of her weakness, she made great
| effort and $ood up, resouLe and firm.
But you have been deceived, he said
even faisehood has been resorted to in
order to separate us"
| "The faults of others will not excuse our
| own"
"Ah! You have withdrawn your heart
from me, and you love me no longer"
II love you. | oppose you only on &C
| coi1pt of orr love and for our
mutual happiness. Obtain the consent
of your father; then come for me, and
| will follow you no matter where"
my father! You do not know him
God only could ever make him yield. Tell
me, then, is this really to be the end Of
| everythings Ii my father orders me to
marry Claire de Voincourt, must in that
case obey hing
| At this last blow, Angelique tottered
| Was no torture to be spared hers She
could not restrain from this heartbroken
| cry:
"Oh that is too muchl My sufferings
are greater than can bear. l beseech yor
go away quickly and do not be so cruel
| Why did you come at ala l was resigned
| | had learned to accept the misfortune of
being no longer loved by you. Yet the
moment that | am reassured of your affec-
| tion, all my martyrdom recommences; and
| how can you expect me to live now"
Felicien, now aware of the depth of her
despair, and thinking that she had
yielded simply to nomentary feeling, re-
| peated his question:
''If my father wishes me to marry
| her"
| She struggled heroically against her in
] tense suffering; she succeeded i'll standing
ND. Notwithstanding that her heart was
| crushed. and dragging herself slowly to-
| ward the table, as if to make room for him
to pass her, she said:
Marry her, for it is always necessary tc
obey"
In his turn he was now before the win
dow, ready to take his departure, because
she had sent him away from her.
| But it will make you die if l do So"
She HAD regained her calmness, and smil
ing sadly, she replied:
| "Oh! that work is nearly done already"
For one moment more he looked at her
SO pale, SO thin, so wan; light as feather,
to be carried away by the faintest breath.
| Then, with brusque movement OF furious
resolution, he disappeared in the night.
When he was no longer there, AngeIque,
| leaning against the back of her arm chair
stretched her hands out in agony toward
| the darkness, and her frail body was shaken
by heavy sobs, and cold perspiration came
out upon her face and neck.
MY Godw
This, then, was the end and she would
never see him again. All her weakness and
pain had come back to her. Her exhausted
| limbs no longer supported her. 1t was with
great difficulty that she could regain her