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

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She saw him constantly before her. as he
was when he left the house in the
morning; the despairing expression of his
face, his troubled eyes, mis- trembling lips;
and in Imagination she followed him
through the streets, as he went home, pale,
utterly desolate, and wounded to the hearts
core by her. Where was he now? Perhaps
at this very hour he was really ill
She wrung her hands in agony, distressed
that she could not at once repair the evil
she had done. All! how she revolted at the
idea of having made another suffer, for she
had always wished to be good. and to rem.
der those about her as happy as possible.
Twelve o'clock would ere long ring out
from the old church tower; the great elm
of the garden of the bishops palace hid the
moon, which was just appearing above the
horizon, and the chamber was still dark.
Then, letting her head fall back upon the
pillow, Angelique dwelt no longer upon
these disturbing questions, as she wished to
60 to sleep. But this she could not do; al
though she kept her eyes closed, her mind
was still active; she thought of the flowers
which every night during the last fortnight
she had found when she went upstairs upon
the balcony before her window. Each
evening it was lovely bouquet of violets,
which Felicien had certainly thrown there
from the Clos-Marie. She recollected hav-
ing told him that flowers generally gave her
a sick headache, whilst violets alone HAD the
singular virtue of calming her, and SO he had
sent her quiet nights, and a perfumed sleep
refreshed by pleasant dreams. This even
ing she had placed the bouquet by her bed
side. All at once she had the happy thought
of taking it into her bed with her, putting
it near her cheek. and little by little being
soothed with its sweet breath. The purple
blossoms did indeed do her good. Not that
she slept, however; but she lay there with
closed eyes, penetrated by the refreshing
odor that came from his gift; happy to
await events, in a repose and confident
abandonment of her whole being.
But suddenly she started. 1t was past
midnight. She opened her eyes and was
astonished to find her chamber filed with
clear bright light. Above the great elms
the moon rose slowly, dimming the stars in
the pale sky. Through the window she saw
the apse of the cathedral, almost white, and
it seemed to her as if it were the reflection of
this wilderness which entered her room, like
the light of the dawn, fresh and pure.
The whitewashed walls and beams, all this
blank nudity was increased by it. enlarged
and moved back as if it were unreal as a
dream.
She still recognized, however, the old,
dark, oaken furniture, the wardrobe, the
chest and the chairs, W it'll the shining edges
of their elaborate carvings. The bedstead
alone-this great, square, royal couch
seemed new to her as if she saw it for the
first time, with its high columns supporting
its canopy of old-fashioned, rose-tinted Gre
tonne, now bathed with such a sheet of
deep moonlight that she half thought she
was on a cloud in the midst of the heavens,
borne along by a flight of silent, invisible
wings For a moment she felt the full
swinging of it; it did not seem at all strange
or unnatural to her. But her sight soon
grew accustomed to the reality; her bed
was again in its usual corner, and she was
in it, mob moving her head, her eyes alone
turning from side to side, as she lay in the
midst Of this lake of beamipg rays, with
the bouquet Of violets upon her lips.
Why was it that she was thus i'll a state of
waitingi Why could she not sleeps She
was now sure that she expected some one.
That she had grown quite calm, was a sign
that her hero was about to appear. This
consoIing light, which put to flight the dark-
ness Of all bad dreams, announced his az
rival He was on his way, ana the moon,
whose brightness almost equaled that of the
sun, was SIMPLY his forerunner. She must
be ready to greet him.
The chamber was as if hung with white
velvet now, SO they could see each other
we'll Then she got up, dressed herself thor
oughly, putting on simple white gown of
foulard, the same she had worn the day of
their excursion to the ruins of Hautecoeur.
She did not braid her hair, but let it hang
over her shoulders. she put pair of slip
pers upon her bare feet, and drawing an
armchair in front of the window, seated
herself, and waited in patience
Angehque did not pretend to know how
he would appear. Without doubt he would
not come up the stairs, and it might be that
she would simply see him over the Clos
Marie, while sne leaned from the balcony
Still she kept her place on the threshold of
the window, as it seemed to her useless to go
and watch for him just yet. SO vague was
her idea of real life, so mystic was love, that
size did not understand in her imaginative
nature why he might not pass through the
walls like the saints in the legends. Why
should not miracles come now, as in the
olden days, for had not all this been Or
dained from the beginnings
Not for moment did she think she was
alone to receive him. No, indeed she felt as
wins who had always been near her, since
her early youth. They entered on the rays
of the moonlight, they came from the great
dark trees with their blue green tops in the
bishops garden, from the most intricate
corners of the ENHANCEMENT of the stone
front of the cathedral. From all the ia
miliar and beloved horizon of the Chew
rotte, from the willows, the grasses, and
bushes, the young girl heard the dreams
which came back to her, the hopes, the de-
sires, the visions, all that which she had put
of herself into inanimate objects as she saw
them daily, and which they now returned to
her. Never mad the voices of the invisible
unknown spoken so clearly. She listened
to them as they came from afar recognizing
particularly in this warm, beautiful night,
SO calm that there was not the slightest
movement in the air, the delicate sound
which she was wont to call the fiuttering uf
the robe of Agnes, when her dear guardian
angel came TO her side She laughed quietly
to know that she was now by her and wait
ing with the others who were near her.
Time passed, but it did not seem long to
Angelique. She was quite unconscious of
what was passing around her. 1t appeared
to her perfectly natural, and exactly as IL
had been foretold, when at last she saw Fe-
licen striding over the balrstrade of the
balcony.
His tall figure came out in full relief be-
fore the background Of the white sky; he
did not approach the open window, but re-
manned in It's luminous shadow.
''Do not be afraid 4 1t is /
| have come to see you"
She was not in the slightest way alarmed;
she simply thought that he was exact to the
hour of meeting, and SAID calmly.
"You mounted by the timber framework,
did you notp
Eyes, by the framework"
The idea of this way made her laugh, and
he himself was amused by it. He had, in
fact, pulled himself up the pent house shed;