The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-16

Re beloved. He trembled before this limo
&c C so ardent and so ingenious He took
Der hands gently and c. OSsed them upon
ne: breast. For moment he looked at her,
radiant with the intense happiness her CON
fession had given him, unwilling to wound
her del cacy in the slightest degree, and not
thinking of yielding to the temptation of
even kissing her hair
You love me, and you know that love
you! Ali what bliss there is in such knowl-
edgew
But they were suddenly drawn from
their ecstatic state by change about them.
What did it ali meanl They realized that
now they were looking at each OF or under
great white light. 1t seemed to them as
If the brightness of the moon had been in
crea 'ed, and was as Respondent as that of
the sun. 1t was in reality the daybreak, a
slight shade of which already Hinged with
purple the tops of the elm trees iii the neigh
bouring gardens. Whate 1t could not be
possible that the dawn had comee They
were astonished by it, for they did not real
lze SO long time had passed since they
began to talk together on the balcony. She
had as yet told him nothing, and he had SO
many things he wished to sayl
"Oh stay one minute more, only one
mnutet" he exclaimed.
The daylight advanced still faster-the
smiling morning, already warm, of what
was to be hot day in summer. One by one
the stars were extinguished, and with them
fled the wandering visions, and all the host
OF invisible friends seemed to mount up
ward and to glide away on the moons rays.
Now, in the full clear light, the room be
hind them had only its ordinary wilderness
of walls and ceilings, and seemed quite
empty with its old-fashioned furniture of
dark oak. The velvet hangings were no longer
there and the bedstead had resumed its
original shape, as it stood half hidden by
the falling of Que of its curtains.
do stay let me be near you only one
minute more !"
Angelique, having risen, refused and
begged Felicien to leave Immediately
Since the day had come, she had grown
confused and anxious. The reality was now
here. At her right hand she seemed to hear
delicate movement of wings, whilst her
hair was gently blown, although there was
not the slightest breath of wind. Was it not
Saint Agnes, who having remained until
the last, was now forced to leave, driven
away by the sun?
mo, leave me, 1 beg you. l am unwill-
ing you should stay longer"
Then Felicien, obedient, withdrew.
To know that he was beloved, was enough
for him and satisfied him. Still, before
leaving the balcony, he turned. and looked
at her again fixedly, as if he wished to carry
away with him an indelible remembrance of
her. They both smiled at each other, as they
stood thus, bathed with light, in this long
carressing look.
At last he said:
II love YOU"
And she gently repeated:
'Ilove you.n
That was all, and he had in a moment,
with the agility of bird, gone down the
woodwork of the corner of the building,
while she, remaining on the balcony, leaned
on the balustrade and watched him, with
her tender, beautiful eyes. She had taken
the bouquet of violets and breathed the per-
fume to cool her feverishness. When in
crossing the Clos Marie, he lifted his head,
he saw that she was kissing the flowers.
Scarcely had Felicien disappeared behind
the willows, when AngeliQue was disturbed
by hearing below the opening of the house
door, Four o'clock had Just struck and no
one was in the habit of getting upuntil two
hours later. Her surprise increased when she
recognized Hubertine, as it was always HUI
bert who went down the first. She saw her
follow slowly the walks of the narrow
garden, her arms hanging listlessy at her
Sides as if, after rest ess, sleepless night,
feeling of suffocating, need of breathing
the fresh air, had made her leave her room
so early. And Hupertine was really very
beautiful, with her clothes so hastily put
on; and she seemed very weary-happy,
but in the deepest grief
The morning of the next day, on waking
from sound sleep of eight hours one Of
those sweet, deep, refreshing sleeps that
come after some great happiness, Angelique
ran to her window. The sky was clear,
the air pure, and the fine weather had re-
turned, after a-heavy shower of the pre-
vious evening. Delighted, she called out
joyously to Hubert, who was just opening
the blind below her:
Father, fatherl do look at the beautiful
sunlight Oh, how glad l am, for the pro-
cession will be superbi"
Dressing herself as quickly as possible
she hurried to go down stairs. 1t was on
that day, the 18th of July, that the process
sion of the miracle would pass through the
streets of the upper town. Every summer
at this date it was also a festival for the
embroiderers; all work was put aside, no
needles were threaded, but the day was
passed in ornamenting the house, after
traditional arrangement that had been
transmitted from mother to daughter for
400 years.
All the while that she was taking her
coffee, Angelique talked of the hangings.
Mother, we must look at them at once,
to see if they are in good order"
"We have plenty of time before u.s. my
dear, replied Huhertine, in her quiet way.
I'VE shall not put them up until after
noon"
The decorations in question consisted of
three large panels Of the most admirable
ancient embroidery, which the Huberts
guarded With the greatest care as a sacred
family relic, and which they brought out
once a year on the occasion of the passing
of this special procession:
The previous evening, according to a
time-honored custom. the master of cere-
monies, the good Able Cornille, had
gone from door to door to notify
the inhabitants of the route which
would be taken by the bearers of the statue
of Saint Agnes, accompanied by Monseig-
neur the Bishop, carrying the Holy Saora-
ment. For more than five centuries this
route had been the same. The departure
was made from the portal of Saint Agnes,
then by the Rue des Orfevres to the Grand
Rue, to the Rue Base, and after having
gone through the whole of the lower town
it returned by the Rue Magloire and the
Place du Cloitre, to re-appear again at the
great front entrance of the church. And
the dwellers on all these streets, vieing with
each other in their zeal. decorated their
windows, hung upon their walls their rich
est possessions in silks, satins, velvets or
tapestry. and strewed the pavements with
flowers, particularly with the leaves of roses
and carnations.
Angelique was very inpatient until per-
mission had been given her to take from
the drawers, where they had been quietly
resting for the past twelve months, the
three pieces of embroidery.
'',They are in perfect order, mother. Moth