The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-26

DHSkeI Oh pEONlSlOIS W ltt tuOultuNS, bHSic
was always money on the table. Ono day
when she hurried to Pere Mascart, VINO was
complaining that he had no to-
bacco, she found him veRy rich, with a
shining new louis dor on his table. Strang-
est of all, once when visiting Mere CADET,
the latter gave her a hundred franc note to
change, and with it she was enabled to buy
some high priced medicines, of which the
poor woman had long been in need, but
which she never hoped to obtain, for
where could she find money to pay for
them2
Angelique herself could not distribute
much money as she had none. 1t was heart
breaking to her to realize her powerlessness,
when he could SO easily empty his parse
She was of course happy that such a wind
fall had come to the poor; but she felt as il
she were greatly diminished in her former
self-estlmation She no longer had the
same happiness in giving, but was disturbed
and sad that she had SO little to distribute,
while he had so much.
TIE young man, not understanding her
feelings, thinking to conquer her esteem by
an increase of gift, redoubled his charity
and thus daily made hers seem less
Was not it exasperating to run against
this fellow everywhere; to see him give an
OK wherever she offered an egg! In addi-
ton to all this. she was obliged to hear his
praises sung by all the needy whom he
visited: "a young man so good, so kind,
and so well brought up" She was mere
nothing now. They talked only of him,
spreading out his gifts as if to shame hers.
Notwithstanding her firm determination to
forget him, she could not refrain from
Questioning them about him. What had
he left. What had he saida He was very
handsome, was he nOta Tender and diffident
as woman9 Perhaps he might even have
spoken of her. Ali yes, indeedl That was
true, for be always talked of her. Then she
was very angry; yes, she certainly hated
him, for at last she realized that he weighed
in her breast too heavily.
But matters could not continue in this
way forever; a change must take place.
and one May evening, at a wondrously
beautiful nlghtfall, it came. 1t was at the
home of the Lemballeuse, the family who
lived in the ruins of the mill. There were
only women there; the old grandmother,
scanned with wrinkles but still active, her
daughters and her grandchildren. OF the
latter. Tiennette, the elder, was a larger
Withholding girl, 20 years of age, and her
two little sisters, Rose and Jeanne, had al
ready bold, fearless eyes, under their I'M
kempt mops of red hair. They all begged
during the day on the highway and along
the moat, coming back at night, their feet
worn out from fatigue in their old shoes
fastened with bits of String. Indeed, that
very evening Tiennette had been obliged to
leave hers among the stones and had re-
turned wounded and with bleeding ankles.
Seated before their door, in the midst of the
high grass of the Clos Marie, she drew out
the thorns from her flesh, whilst her mother
and the two children surrounded her and
uttered lamentations.
Just then Angelique arrived, hiding
under her apron the bread which she had
brought them. as she did once every week.
She had entered the field by the little gar
den gate which she had left open behind
her, as she intended to go back as quick as
possible. But she stopped on seeing all the
What is the mattera Why are you in
such distreSsp
"Ah, my good LADY," whined the mother
Lemballeuse, do not you see in what ter
rible state this great foolish girl has put
herselfG Tomorrow she will not be able to
walk, so that will be whole day lost. She
must have some shoesl"
Rose and Jeanne, with their eyes snap
ping from under their tangled hair, re-
doubled their sobs, as thoy cried out loudly:
eyes, Yes! she must have some shoes!
She must have some shoes"
Tiennette, half lifting up her thin, dark
face, looked round furtively. Then, fiercely,
without a word, she made one of her feet
bleed still more, maddened over a long
splinter which she had just drawn out by
the aid of a pin, and which must have
panied her intensely.
Angelique. quite touched, by the scene,
offered her gift.
''See, here at least is some bread"
ooh, breadl" said the mother. "No
doubt it is necessary to eat. But it is not
with bread that she will be able to walk
again, of that am certainl And we were
to go to the fair at Bligny, a fair where
every year she makes at least francs. Oh,
good heavens! What will become of us if
she cannot go there"
Pity and embarrassment rendered Ange-
liaue mute. She had exactly sous in her
pocket 1t surely was not with sous that
one could buy pair of shoes, even at an
her want of money now paraly2ed her. And
that which exasperated her still more and
made her lose her self-control was that at
this moment, as she looked behind her, she
saw Felicien standing few feet from her
in the darkening shadow Without doubt
he had heard ali that had been said: perhaps
even he had been there for great while,
for he always appeared to her in this way
when least expected, without her ever
knowing from whence he came or whittier
lie was going.
She thought to herself, "He will give the
shoes"
Indeed he had already come forward.
The first stars were appearing in the pale
sky sweet, gentle quiet seemed TO fall
down from on high, soothing to sleep the
Clos Marie, whose willows were lost in the
dusk. The cathedral itself was only great
black bar in the west.
"Yes, certainly, now he will offer to give
the shoes"
And at this probability she was really
quite discouraged. Was he always then to
give everythlngl Could she never, even
once, conquer himl Never! Her heart
beat 80 rapidly that IL panied her. She
wished that she might be very rich TO
show him that she too could make others
happy.
But the Lemballeuse had seen the good
gentleman. The mother had rushed for
ward, the two little sisters moaned as they
held out their hands for aims, whilst the
elder one, letting go Of her wounded ankles,
looked at tho newcomer inquiringly with
her wild eyes.
Listen, my noisy children" said Fe-
licien. Then addressing the mother he
continued: "You may go the Grand Rue,
at the corner Of the Rue Basse-,"
Angelique had understood Immediately,
for the shoemaker had his shop there. She
interrupted him quickly, and was so
agitated that she stammered her words at
random.
"But that is n useless thing TO dol What
would be the good Of iti 1t is much more
simple
Yet she could not find in her own mind