The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-26
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'OH, III Is indeed true lnab L rove IL! L
have already embroidered a Saint George,
but it WAS not so beautiful as this one"
con- not SO beautiful How can you say
thote | have seen it, if it is the Saint
George on the caasuble which the Abbot
Cornila wore last Sunday. 1t is marvel
lous thug
She blushed with pleasure, but quickly
turned the conversation as she exclaimed:
hurry and put another stone on the left
corner OF the sheet, or the wind will carry
1t away from us again"
He made all possible haste, weighed down
the linen, which had been in great commo-
ton, like the wings of great wounded bird
trying its lest TO fly away Finding that
this time it would probably keep its place,
the two young people rose up, and now An
gelique went tlrough the narrow green paths
between the pieces of linen, glancing at
each one, while he followed her with an
equally busy look, as if preoccupied by the
possib loss Of dish towel or an apron. All
this seemed quite natural to them both. SO
she continue1 to chatter away freely and
artlessly, as she told of her daily life and
explained her tastes.
For my part, | always wish that every
thing shoIld be in its place. In the
morning am always awakened at the same
hour by the striking of the cuckoo clock III
the work-roon; and whether it is scarcely
daylight or not, dress myself as quickly as
possible; my shoes and stockings are here;
my soap and all articles of toilet, there-a
true mania for order. Yet you may well
believe that l was not born SO! Oh, mol On
the contrary, was the most careless person
possible. Mother was obliged to repeat to
me the same words over and over again,
that might not leave nv things in every
corner OF The house, for l found it easer to
scatter them about. And now, when am
at work from morning to evening, L can
never do anything right if my chair is not
in the same place, directly opposite the
light. Forum tely, l am neither right nor
o t handed, but can use both hands equally
well at embroidering, which is great help
to me, for it is not everyone who can do
that Then, | adore flowers, but
cannot keep bouquet near me without
having terrible headache. Violets alone
can bear, and that is surprising. But
their odor seems to calm me, and at the
least indisposition have only need to smell
them and am at once cured"
He was enraptured while listening to her
prattle. He reveled in the beautiful ring
of her voice. which had an extremely pene-
trating, prolonged charm, and he must have
been peculiarly sensitive to this human
music, for the caressing in Election on certain
words moistened his eyelids.
Suddenly returning to her household
cares she exclaimed:
"Oh, now the shirts will soon be dry"
Then in the unconscious and simple need
of making herself known, she continued
her condolences.
''For coloring, the white is always beau
tiful, is it not! | tire at times of blue, of
red, and of all other shades; but white is
constant Joy of which | am never weary.
There is nothing in it to trouble you on
the contrary, you would like to lose your
self in it. We had white cat, with yellow
spots, which | painted white, 1t did very
well for while, but it did not last long.
Listen minute! Mother does not know it,
but keep all the waste bits of white silk
and have a drawer full of them, for just
nothing except the pleasure Of looking at
them and smoothing them over from time
TO time. And | have another secret, but
this is very serious one! When | wake
UP, there is every morning near my bed a
great white object which gently flies
away"
He did not smile, but appeared firmly to
believe her. Was not all she said, in her
simple way, quite naturala A queen in the
magnificence of her courtly surroundings
could not have conquered him SO quickly.
She had, in the midst of this white linen on
the green grass, charming grand air
happy and supreme, which touched him to
the heart, with an ever-increasing power.
He was completely subdued. She was
everything to him from this moment He
would follow her to the last day of his life.
in the worship of her light feet, her deli
cate hands, of her whole being, adorable
and perfect as dream. She continued to
walk before HIM, with a short quick step,
and hs followed her closely, Suffocated by q
thought of the happiness he scarcely dared
hope might come to him.
But another sudden gust of wind came
up, and there was perfect flight into the
distance of cambria collars and cuffs, of
necke rchiefs and chemisettes of muslin,
which, as they disappeared, seemed like a
flock of white birds knocked about by the
tempest.
Angelique began to run.
"Oh dear! what shall do2 You will
have to come again and help me. Oh,
dearm
They both rushed forward She caught
a kerchief on the borders of the Chevrotte.
He had already saved two chemisettes
which he found in the midst of some high
thistles. One by one the cuffs and the col
lars were re-talen. But in the course of
their running at full speed, the flying folds
of her skirt had at several different times
brushed against him, and each time his face
became sud ienly red, and his heart beat
violently. IL his turn, he touched her face
accidentally, as he jumped to recover tho
last fichu which he had scarelessly let go Of
Shs' was startled and stood quietly, but
breathing moro quickly. She joked no
longer; her laugh sounded less clear, and
she was not tempted TO ridicule this great,
awkward, but most attractive fellow. The
feminine nature so recently awakened in
her softened her almost to tears, and with
the feeling of inexplicable tenderness
which overpowered her was mingled half
fear.
What was the matter with her that she
was less gay and that she was so overcome
by this delicious pangs When he held out
the kerchief to her, their hands by chance
they looked a. eacn other inQuiringly.
Then she drew back quickly. and for several
seconds seemed not to know what she
should do under the extraordinary circum-
stances which had just occurred. At last
she started. Gathering up all the smaller
articles of linen in her arms, and leaving
the rest, she turi ed toward her home.
Felicien then wished to speak. "Oh, |
beg your pardon pray you to-"
But the wind, which had greatly in
creased, cut off his words. In despsir he
looked at her as she few along, as il carried
away by the blast She ran and ran, in
and out, among the white sheets and table
cloths, under the oblique, pale golden rays
of the sun. Already the shadow OF the ca
thedral seemed to envelop her, and she was on
the point Of entering her own garden by the
little gate which separated it from the Clos,
without having once glanced behiGd her.
But on the threshold she turned quickly, as
if seized with kind impulse not wishing