The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-02
Ian Rights Rese,ved.l


Congress at Washington, by S. S.
McCLUREl
Ian Rights Rese,ved.l
CHAPTER VII.
For two days Angeiqus was conscience
smitten. As soon as she was alone, she
sobbed as if she had done something
wrong. And this question, which she
could not answer, came constantly to her
mind: Had she sinned in listening to this
Young man! Was she lost, like the dread
full woman in the Legend, who, having been
tempted. has yielded to the devil9 Was life
to-day as it was centuries ago? The words, so
softly uttered, 81 love you,n still resounded
with such tumult in her ears, and she was
confused, yet pleased by them to such a de-
gree, that they must certainly have come
from some terrible power hidden in the
depth of the invisible. But she knew not
in fact, how could she have known any
thing in the ignorance and solitude in which
she had grown ups Her anguish was re-
doubled by this mysterious and inexplicable
struggle within her.
Had she sinned in making the acquaint-
secret? She recalled to her mind, one by
one. all the details of her daily experience
during the past few wes!Ss; she argued with
her innocent scruples.
What was sin, in short! Was it simply to
meet-to falkland afterward to tell false
hood to ones parents? But that could not
be the extent of the evil. Then, why was
she so oppresseds Why, if not guilty, did
she suddenly seem to nave become quite an
other personals agitatsd IS if a new soul
had been given herr Perhaps it was sin
that had made her so weak and uncomforta-
hle Her heart was full OF vague, unde-
fined longings-so strange a medley of
words, and also of acts, in the future, that
she was frightened by them, without, in
the least, understanding them. The blood
mounted to her face, and eXquiSitey col
ored her cheeks, as she heard again the
sweet, yet appalling words, II love you;"
and she reasoned no longer, but sobbed
again, doubling evideut facts, fearing the
commission of fault in the beyond-in
that which bad neither name nor form.
But that whicli especially distressed her
now, was that she had not made a conf
dant of Hubertine Could she only have
asked her what she wished to know, no
doubt the latter with word would have
explained the whole mystery 70 her. Then
it seemed to her as if the mere fact of speak
ing to some one of her trouble would have
cured her. But the secret had become too
weighty; to reveal it would be more than
she could bear, for the shame would be too
great She became quite artful for tie mo-
ment, affected an air of calmness, when in
Inc depths of her soul tempest was raging.
If asked why she was so preoccupied, she
lifted her eyes with a look of surprise as she
replied that she was thinking of nothing.
Seated before the working frame, her hands
mechanically drawing the needle back and
FORTH very quiet to all outward appear.
auce, she,was from morning till evening
dist ac ed by one thought. To be loved to
bc loved! And for herself, on her side,
was she in loves This was still an obscure
question, to which in her experience she
found no answer, She repeated it 50 con-
stantly that at last it made her giddy, the
words lost all their usual meaning, and
everything seemed TO be in a whirl which
carried her away. With an effort she re-
covered herself, and realizsd that with
needlein hand she was still embroidering
with her accustomed application, although
mechanically. as If in half dream. Per-
hapS these strange symptoms were sign
that she was about to have severe illness.
One evening she had such an attack of shiy-
ering when she went to bed that she
thought she would never be able to recover
from it. That idea was at the same, time
both cruel and sweet. She suffered from it
do IL IL WClO bOO SICaO q Jpy. LNOu bu0
next day her heart beat as if it would
break. and her ears were filed with sing
ing sound, like the ringing of a distant
bell. What could il meau9 Was she Ia
love, or was she about to dies Thinking
thus, she smiled sweetly at Hubertine, who
in the act OF waxing her thread was looking
at her anxiously.
Moreover, Angelque had made a VOW
that she would never again see Felicien.
She M lon ro tho rich IF rnaatinU him
among the brambles and wild grasses i'll the
Clos-M Marie, and she had even given up her
daily visits to the poor. Her fear was in
tense lest, were they to find themselves face
to face. something terrible might come to
pass. In her resolution there was mingled
besides feeling OF penitence, a wish to pun
fsh herself for some fault she might unin-
tentionally have committed. So in her
days of rigid humiliation she condemned
herself not even to glance once through the
window, so sure was she of seeing on the
banks Of the Chevrotte the one whom she
dreaded. But after awhile, being sorely
tempted, she looked out, and if it CHANGED
that he were not there, she was sad and
low-spirited until the following day.
One morning, when Hubert was arrang-
ing dalmatic, ring at the door bell
obliged him to go down stairs. 1t must be
a customer no doubt an order for some ar
ticle, as Hubertine and Angelique heard the
hum of voices which came through the
doorway at the head of the stairs, which
remained open. Then, they looked up In
great astonishment; for steps were mount
ing, and the embroiderer was bringing
some one with him TO the work room, most
Unusual occurrence. And the young girl was
quite overcome as she recognized Felcien
BE was dressed simply like journeyman
artist, whose hands are white. Since she no
longer went to him he had come to her,
after days of vain expectation and Of anxi-
Gus uncertainty, during which he had
constantly said TO himself that she did not
yet love him, since she remained hidden
from him.
Look, my dear child, here is something
which will be of particular interest to YOU"
explained Hubert. Monsieur wishes to
give orders tor an exceptional piece of
work. And upon my word, that we might
talk of it at our ease, ] preferred that he
should come up here at once. This is my
daughter, sir, to whom you must show your
drawing"
Neither he nor Hubertine had the slight
est suspicion that this was not the first time
the young people had met They approached
them only from a sentiment OF curiosity to
see. But Felicien was like Angelique, al
most stihed with emotion and timidity. As
he unroled the design, his hands trenbled,
and he was Obliged TO speak very slowly to
hide the change in his voice.
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