The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-26

1888. in the Office of'the Librarian of
Congress at Washington, by S. S.
McCLUREl
Ian Rights ReSerUed.l
CHAPTER VI.
II was a great affair for the whole house
hold when every three months Hubertine
rrepared the "lye" for the wash. A woman
was hired to aid them, the Mother CADET, as
she was called, and for four days en-
broidsry was laid aside, while Angelique
took her part in the unusual work, making
If il perfect amusement, as she soaped
and rinsed the clothes in the clean water of
the Chevrotte. The linen when taken from
the ashes was wheeled to the Clos Marie
through the little gate of communication in
the garden. There, the days were spent in
the open air and the sunshine.
~ will do the washing this time, mother,
for it is the greatest of delights to me-"
And gaily laughing, with her sleeves
drawn up above her elbows, fiourishing the
beetle, Angelique struck the clothes most
heartily in the pleasure of such healthy ex-
e,cise. 1t was hard work, but she thor
oughly enjoyed it, and only stopped occa-
sionally to say few words or to show her
shiny face covered with foam.
Look, mother This makes my arms
strong. 1t does me world of good"
The Chevrotte crossed the field diagon-
ally, at first drowsily, then its stream be-
came very rapid as it was thrown in great
bubbles over pebbly descent. 1t came
from the garden of the bishop, through
species of fioodgate left at the foot of the
wall, and at the other end it disappeared
under an arched vault at the corner of the
Hotel Voincourt, where it was swallowed
I'D in the earth, to reappear 200 yards
further on, as it passed along the whole
length of the Rue Basse to the Ligneul,
into which it emptied itself. Therefore, it
was very necessary to watch the linen con-
stantly, for run as fast as possible, every
piece that was once let go was almost in
evitahly lost.
Mother. wait, wait little! l will put
this heavy stone on the napkins. We shall
then see ii the river can carry them away.
TIE little thiefF
She placed the stone firmly, then returned
to draw another from the old, tumbllng
down mill, enchanted to move about and to
fatigue herse, :; and although she severely
bruised her finger she merely moistened it
little, saying, "Oh. that is nothing"
During the day the poor people who
sheltered themselves in the ruins went out
to ask for charity from the passsrs-by on
the highways So the Clos was quite de-
serted. 1t was delicious, fresh solitude,
with its clusters of pale green willows, its
nigh poplar trees, and especially its verdure,
it's overlooking OF deep rooted wild herbs
and grasses, so high that they came up to
ones shoulders. A quiyerlng silence came
from tho two neighboring parks, whose great
trees barred the horizon. After o'clock IN
the afternoon the shadow Of the cathedral
was heightened out with calm sweetness
and perfume of evaporated incense.
Angelique continued to beat the linen
harder still, with all the force of her we'll
shaped, white arms.
sob, mother, dear! You can have no
idea how hungry l shall be this even
ingl Aui you know that you have
promised to give me good strawberry
cake
On the day of the rinsing Angehque was
quite alone. The Mere CADET, suffering
from sudden, severe attack of sciatica.
had not been able to come as usual, and
Hubertine was kept at home by other house
hold cares
Kneeling in her little box, half filled with
straw, the young girl took the pieces one by
one, shook them for a long time in the
swiftly rolling stream, until the water was
no longer dimmed, but had become as clear
as crystal. She did not hurry at all, for
since the morning she had been tormented
by great curiosity, having seen, to her as
constituent, an old workman in white
blouse, who was putting up a light scafPold-
ing before the window of the chapel Haute-
coeur. Could it be that they were about to
repair the stained glass paness There was,
it must be confessed, great need Of doing SO.
Several pieces were wanting in the figure
of Saint George, and in other places, where
in the course of centuries panes that had
been broken, had been replaced by
ordinary glass. Still all this was
irritating to her. She was so ac-
customed to the the gaps of the saint who
was piercing the dragon with his sword,
end OF the royal princess as she led the con-
quered beast along with her scarf, that she
already mourned as If one had the inten-
tion of mutilating them. 1t was sacrilege
to think of changing such old, venerable
rhings. But wren she turned to the field
after her lunch, all her angry feelings
passed away Immediately; for q second
workman was upon the staging. young
man this time, who also wore white
blouse. And she had recognized him! 1t
was hel Her hero
Gaily, without any embarrassment, An
gelique resumed her place on her knees on
the straw Of her lox. Then, with her
wrists bare, she put her hands in the deep,
clear water, anG recommended shaking the
linen back and forth
Yes, it was he. Tall, slight, blonde,
with his fine beard and his hair cured like
that of god, his complexion as fresh as
when she had first seen HIM under the white
shadow of the moonlight. Since 1t was he,
there was nothing to be feared for the
window; were he to touch it he would only
embellish it. And it was no disappoint-
ment to her whatever to find him in this
blouse, a workman like herself, painter on
glass, no doubt. On the contrary, this fact
made her smile, so absolutely certain was
she of the eventful fulfillment of her dream
of royal fortune Now, it was simply an
appearance, a beginning What good
would it do her TO know who he was, from
whence he came, or whittier he was going.
Some morning he would prove + he that
which she expected him to be. shower OF
gold would stream from the roof the ca
thedral, triumphal march would break
forth in the distant rumblings Of tue organs,
and all would come truel She did not stay
70 ask herself how he could always be there,
day and night. Yet it was evident either
that he must live in the neighborhood or
In one of the neighboring houses, or he
must pass by the lane des Guerdaches,
which ran by the side OF the bishops park to
the Rue Magloire.
Then charming hour passed by. She