The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-30

clined as soon as they began to design bet
ter-to paint it and Go enamel it; and his
final opinion that a stained-glass windo "
should be simply transparent mo aic, IN
which the brightest colors should be ar
ranged in the most harmonious order. SO as
TO make a delicate, shaded bouquet. But al
this moment little did she care for the art in
itself. These things had but one interest
for her now-that they were connected
with him, that they seemed to bring her
nearer to him, and to strengthen the tie be-
tween them.
"Oh," she exclaimed, show happy we
shall be together. You will paint, while
embroider."
HE had just retaken her hands, in the
center of the great room, in the luxury OF
which she was quite at her ease, as 1t seemed
to be her natural surrounding, where her
grace would be fully developed. Both Of
them remained silent for moment. Then
she was, as usual, the first to speak.
Now everything is decided upon, is il
notF
WHAT" he smilingly asked, "what do
you means"
Our marriage"
He hesitated an instant. His face, which
had been very pale, flushed quickly. She
was disturbed at such change.
Have l made you angry in any wayW
But he had already conquered himself and
pressed her hands tenderly, with a grasp
| that seemed to cover everything.
YES, it is decided upon, and it is sufficient
for you to wish for thing that it should be
done, no matter how many obstacles may
oppose it. Henceforward my one great de-
sire in life will be to obey you"
Then her face beamed with perfect happi-
ness and delight.
She did not have a single doubt. All
seemed TO her quite natural to be so well
arranged that it could be finished on the
morrow with the same ease as in many of
the miracles of the Golden Legend The
idea never occurred to her that there could
be the slightest hindrance or the least de-
lay. Since they really loved each other.
why should they be any longer separated!
1t was the most simple thing in the world
for two persons who loved each other to be
married. She was SO secure in her happi-
ness that she was perfectly calm.
@"Since it is agreed upon" she said, jok-
ingly, 'give me your hand"
He took her little hand and kissed it, as
he said:
at is all arranged"
She then fastened to go away in the fear
of being surprised by the dawn, and also
impatient to relieve her mind of her secret
He wished to accompany her.
mo, no." she replied. "We should not
get back before daylight l can easily find
the wav. Good-be until tomorrow"
Until tomorrow, Them
Felicien obeyed and watched Angeliuue
as she ran, first under the shady elms, then
along the banks of the Chevrotte which
were now bathed in light. Soon she closed
the gate of the park, then darted across the
Clos Marie, through the high grass. While
on her way, she thought it would be impos-
sble to wait until sunrise, but that she
would rap at the door of the Huberts' room
as soon as she reached nome. that she might
wake them and tell them everything. She
was in such an expansion of happiness,
such turmoil of sincerity, that she real
lied she was incapable of keeping five min
utes longer this great secret which had been
hers for SO long a time. She entered into
their garden and closed the gate.
And there, near the cathedral, Angelique
saw Hubertine, who waited for her in the
night, seated upon the stone bench, which
was surrounded by small cluster of lilac
bushes. Awakened, warned by some mex
pressible feeling. she had gone upstairs, then
down again, and on finding all the doors
open, that of the chamber as well as that of
the house, she had understood what had
happened. So. uncertain what it was best
to do, or where to go, in the fear lest she
might aggravate matters, she sat down
anxiously.
Angelique Immediately ran to her, with
out embarrassment, kissed her repeatedly,
her heart beating with joy as she laughed
merrily at the thought that she had no
longer need of hiding anything from her.
"Oh, mother mine, everything is ar
ranged We are to be married very soon,
and l am so happy"
Before replying, Hubertine examined her
closely. But her fears vanished instantly
before the limpid eyes and the pure lips of
this exquisite young girl. Yet she was
deely troubled, and great tears rolled down
her cheeks.
'My poor, dear child" she whispered,
as she had done the previous evening in
church.
Astonished to see her in such way, she
who was always so equable, who never wept,
Angelique exclaimed:
"But what is the matter, dear mother! It
is, indeed, true that | have not done right,
ipasmuch as ] have not made you my conf
dant. But you would pardon me if you
knew how much l have suffered from it,
and how keen my remorSe has been. Since
at first did not speak, later on / did not
dare to break the silence Win you forgive
me-"
She had seated herself near her mother,
and had placed her arm caressingly around
her waist The old bench seemed almost
hidden in this moss-covered corner of the
cathedral Above their heads the lilacs
the bush of Byzantine which the young girl
had set out in the hope that it might bear
roses; but having been neglected for some
time it simply vegetated and had returned
to its natural state.
Mother, let me tell you everything now.
Come, listen to me, please"
ITO RE CONTINUED