The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-05

child, she seemed to be eager to talk, and
she related its whole history in most spite
ful way
'Ah! the child was alive! Very we'll she
might fat er herself that she had for
mother most famous hussys Yes, Madame
Sidone, as she was called since she became
widow, was a woman of good 1amlly ~,
having, it is said, q brother who was min
ister, but that did not prevent her from be-
ing very badi"
And She explained that she had made her
acquaintance when she kept on tie Rue
SAINT Honore little shop, where they dealt
in fruit and oil from Provence, she and her
husband, when they came from Plassans,
hoping to make their fortune IN the city.
The husband died aud was buried, and soon
after Madame Sidonie had little daughtsr,
which she sent at once to the hospital, and
never after even inquired for her, as she
was "a heartless woman, cold as protest
and brutal as a sheriff's aid" A fault can
be pardoned, but net ingratitude! Was
not it true that obliged to leave her ship as
shewas heavily in debt, she had been received
and cared for by Madame Foucarta And
when in her turn she herself had fallen into
difficulties, she had never been able to OBJ
tain from Madame Sidonie, even the
months board she owed her, nor the ID
francs she had once lent her To-day the
hateful thing lived on the Rue de Eau
bOurg- Poissonniere, where she had little
apartment of three rooms. She pretended
to be cleaner ard member of lace, but she
sold good many other things. All! yes!
such a mother as that it was best to know
nothing about
An hour later, Hubert was walking
round the house whore Madame SIdonie
lived. he saw through the window
woman, thin, pale, consolidating, wearing
an old black gown, stained and creased
Never could the heart of such pc son be
touched by the recollection of a daughter
whom she had only seen on the day of its
birth. he concluded it would be best not
to repeat even to his wife many things that
be had just leari.ed. Still he heStated.
Once more he passed by the place and
looked again. Ought not he to go in, to i'll
troduce himself, and to ask the consent of
the unnatural parentl AS an horest man,
it was for him to Judge if he had the right
of cutting the tie there and forever.
Brusquely he turned his back, hurried
away, and returned that evening to Beau
mont.
Hubertine had Just learned that the pro-
cesverbal at Monsieur Grandsire's for the
guardia ship of the child had been signed.
And when Angelique threw herself into
Hubert's arms, he saw clearly by the look
of suppication in her eyes that she had I'M
derstood the true reason of his journey.
Then he said quietly:
MY child, your mother is not living"
Angelique wept, as she kissed him most
affectionately. After this the subject was
not referred to. She was their daughter
At Whit untide this year, the Huberts
had taken Angelique with them to lunch at
the ruins of the Chateau d Hauteceur, which
overlooks the Ligneul two leagues below
Beaumont; and, after the day spent in run
ming aud laughing in the open air, the
young girl still slept when, the next morn
ing, the cd house clcck struck s.
Hurbertine was biged to go up and rap
at her door.
"Ah, WE'LL lite AtAy child We have al
ready had our breakfast, and it is late"
AngeliQue dressed herself quickly and
went down to the kitchen, Were sha took
her rolls and coffee alone Then, when she
entered the work room where Hubert and
his wife had just seated themselves, after
having arranged their frames for embroid-
cry, she said:
''OhI how soundly l did sleep had
quite forgotten that we had promised to
finish this chasuble for next Sunday
This work room, the windows of which
opened upon the garden was a large apart
ment, preserved almost entirely in its orig
| lnal state. The two principal beams of tbs
ceiling and the three visible cross-beams Of
support had not even been whitewashed
and they were blackened by smoke and
WOTnl-edteH, Willie through Ju6 openings VI
| the broken plaster, here and there, the
laths of the inner joists could be seen. On
| one of the stone cOrbels, which supported
the beams, was. the date 1863, without doubt
the date of the construction of the build
| ing. The chime piece, also i'll stone,
broken aud disjointed, had traces of its
original elegance, with its slender uprights,
its brackets, its frleze with cornIce, and
its basket-Snaped funnel terminating in a
NJ On friaZn pOIIl1 ha
now, as if softened by age, an ingenious at
tempt at sculpture, in the way of likeness
of Saint Clair, the patron of embroiderers.
But this CHI mney was no longer used, and
the fireplace had been turned into an open
closet by putting shelves therein, on which
were piles of designs and patterns The
room was now heated by a great bell
shaped cast-iron stove, the pipe of which,
after going tho whole length of the ceiling,
entered an opening made expressly for it in
the wall. The doors, already shaky, were
of the time of Louis XIV. The original
tiles of the floor were nearly all gone and
had been replaced, one by one, by those of a
later style. II was a hundred years since
the yellow walls had been colored, and at
the top Of the room they We're almost of
greyish white. end, lower down, were
scratched and spotted with saltpetre. Each
year there was talk OF repainting them, but
nothing had yet been done, from dislike of
making any changes.
Hubertine, busy at her work, raised her
head as Angelique spoke and said:
You know that If our work is done Oh
Sunday, have promised to give you bas-
ket of pansies for your garden"
The young girl exclaimed gaily:
ooh, yes that is true. All, well / will
do my best them But where is my thimbe2
1t seems as if all working implements take
to themselves wings and fly away, if not in