The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-12

The sun shone brightly on the roof Of the
cathedral fresh odor Of lilacs came up
from the bushes in the garden of the bishop.
angelioue smiled, as she stood there, daz-
.lad and as if bathed in the spring tide,
Then starting, as if suddenly awakened
from sleep, she said'
FEATHER, have no more gold thread for
my work"
Hubert, who had just finished pricking
the tracing of the pattern of cope, went TO
vat a skein from the case of drawers, cut it,
tapered of the two ends by scratching
the gold which covered the silk, and he
brought it to her rolled up in parchment.
ais that all you need"
YES, thanks.
With quick glance she had assured her
self that nothing more was wanting; the
needles were supplied with the different
colds, the red, the green and the blue. there
we're spools of every shade of silk: the
spangles were ready; and the twisted wires
for the gold lace were in the crown of a
hat which served as box, with the long
fine needles, the, steel pincers, the thimbles,
the scissors and the ball of wax. All these
were on the frame even, or on the material
stretched therein, which was protected bya
thick brown paper.
She had threaded a needle with the gold
thread. But at the first stitch it broke, and
she was obliged to thread it again, breaking
off tiny bits Of the gold, which she threw
Immediately into the pasteboard waste bas-
ket which was near her.
Now at last am ready" she said, as she
finished her first stitch.
Perfect silence followed. Hubert was pre-
pairing TO stretch some material on another
frame. He had placed the two heavy ends on
the chantlate and the trestle directly oppo-
site in such a way as to take lengthwise the
red silk of the cope, the breadths of which
Hubertine had just stitched together. and
fitting the laths into the mortice of the
beams, he fastened them with four little
nails. Then, after smoothing the material
many times from right to left, he finished
stretching it and tackled on the nails. To
assure himself that it was thoroughly tight
and firm, he tapped on the cloth with his
fingers and it sounded like drum.
Angelque had become a most skillful
worker, and the Huberts were astonished
at her cleverpess and taste. Elm addition to
what they had taught her, she carried into
all she did her personal enthusiasm, which
gave life to flowers and faith to symbols.
Under her hands, silk and gold seemed ami
mated; the smaller ornaments were full of
mystic meaning; she gave herself up to it
entirely, with her imagination constantly
active and her firm belief in the infinitude
of the invisible world.
, The diocese of Beaumont had been so
charmed with certain pieces of her en-
fJroidery, that a clergyman who was an
earchRologist, and another who was an ad-
mrer of pictures, had come to see her, and
were in raptures before her Virgins, which
they compared to the simple, gracious
figures of the earliest masters. There was
the same sincerity, the same sentiment of
the beyond, as if encircled in the minutest
perfection of detail. She had the real gift
of design, a miraculous one indeed, which,
without teacher, with nothing but her
evening studies by lamplight, enabled her
often to correct her models, 10 deviate en-
tirely from them, and to follow her own
fancies, creating beautiful things with the
point of her needle. So the Huberts, who
had always insisted that thorough knowl
edge of the science of drawing was neces-
sary to make a good embroiderer, were
obliged to yield before her, notwithstanding
their long experience. Aud little by little,
they modestly withdrew into the back
ground, becoming simply her aids, surren-
dering to her all the most elaborate work,
the under part of which they prepared for
her,
From one end of the year to the other,
what brilliant and sacred marvels passed
through her handsl She was always occu-
pied with silks, satins, velvets, or cloths of
gold or silver. She embroidered chasubles,
stoles, maniiples, oopes, dalmatics, mitres,
banners and wells for the chalioe and the
pyx. But above all, their orders for
chasubles never failed, and they worked
constantly at those vestments, with their
five colors; the white, for confessors and
virgins; the red, for apostles and martyrs
the black, for the days Of fasting and for
the dead; the violet, for the innocents and
the green, for fete days. Gold was often
used in place of white or of green. The
same symbols were always in the center of
! the cross; the monograms of Jesus and of
the Virgin Mary, the triangle surrounded
with rays the pelican, the dove, chalice, a
monstrance, and bleeding heart pierced
with thorns; while higher up and on the
arms, we're designs, or flowers, all the orna-
mentation being in the ancient style, and
allthe flora in large blossoms, like anemones,
Jumps, peonies, pomegranates or hortensias.
NO season passed in which she did not re-
make the grapes and thorns symbolic, put
ting silver on black, and gold on red. For
the most costly vestments, she varied the
pictures of the heads of saints, having, as
central design the annmciation, the last
supper or the cruciflxion. Sometimes the
orfreys were worked on the original mate
RAJ itself; at others; abe applied bands Of
SILK or satin on brocades of gold cloth or of
'O@ Auo hh bIffh otIfOToSConCo OEshCIeu
sptendor was created little by little by her
deft fingers At this moment the vestment
on which Angelique yaas at work was a
chasuble Of whitasatfn, the cross Of which
was made by a sheaf OF golden lilies, inter
t.ned with bright roses. In various shades
Oh silk. In the center, in a wreath of little
roses Of dead gold, was the monogram Of
tne Blessed Virgin 10 red and green gold,
with great variety of ornaments.
Bor an hour, during which she skilfully
nnished the little roses, the silence had not
peen broken even by q single word. But
nef thread broke again, and she rethreaded
ner needle by feeling carefully under the
Irame, as only an adroit person can do.
inen, as she raised her head, she again in
ualed with satisfaction the pure, fresh air
mat came in from the garden.
"AhW she said, softly, show beautiful it
perfect
hubertine shook her head as she stopped
70 wax her thread.
:, AS for me, am so wearied, it seems as
mad no arms, and it tires me to work.
ous that is not strange, for seldom go but
auu am no longer young and strong as you
Angelique had reseated herself and re-
sutned her work. She prepared the lilies
sewing bits Of vellpm on certain
PAGES that had been marked, SO as to give
Suem relief, but the flowers themselves
we're not to be made until later, for fear the
Suiu De furnished were the hands moved