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

ncr most, MS sac rel eSneN neN arms Ill tn.S
turbulent water, was Ia picture hun inno-
cent ike herself, ignorant of the world, and
with an equally intense desire to have
taste of life. Their, was no need of his
telling to others who Inc was: for had not
Invisible messengers and unseen hips made
known to her that nc was to be her owns
She looked once moro, just as he was turn
ing his head, and so the minutes passed, and
it was delicious.
Suddenly she saw tAat he iumned from
the Staging. then that lie walked backwards
quite distance through the grass, as If to
take certain position from which he could
examine the window more easily. But she
could not help smiling, SO evident was 1t
that he simply wished TO approach her. he
had made firm decision, like a man who
risks everything, and now it was touching
as well as comical, 10 see that he renamed
standing a few steps from her, his back
toward her, not daring to move, fearing
that he had been too hasty in coming so far
as he had DONE For moment she thought
he would go back again to the chapel win
dow as he mad come from it, without pay
ing any attention to her. However, be-
coming desperate, at last he turned, and as
at that moment she was glancing in his di
rection, their eyes met and they remained
gazing tixedly at each other. They were
both deeply confused they lost their self
DOSSeSSlOIl anu Ill&UU llcNei nave OSci 'OLO
to regain it, had not dramatic incident
arouzed them
"Oh, dear! Oh, dearw exclaimed the
young girl, in distress.
In her excitement, q dressing sacque,
which she had been rinsing unconsclouslv,
had just escaped her, and the stream was
fast bearing it away Yet another minute
and it would disappear around the corner
of the wall of the Voincourt park, under
hal hnNy
rotte passed.
There were several seconds of anxious
waiting He saw at once what had hap
pened, and rushed forward. But the cur
rent, leaping over the pebbles, carried this
sacque, which seemed possessed as it went
along, much more rapidly than he He
stopped, thinking he had caught it, but
took up only a handful of soapy foam.
Twice he failed. The third time he almost
fell. Then quite vexed, with brave look
as if doing something at the peril of his life,
he went into the water, and seized the gar
ment just as it was about being drawn I'M
der the ground
Angelique, who until now had followed
the rescue anxiously, quite upset as if
threatened by great misfortune, was SO
relieved that she had an intense desire to
laugh This feeling was partly nervous, it
is true, but not entirely so. For was not
this the adventure of which she had SO often
dreamed? This meeting on the border of
lake; the terrible danger from which she
was to be saved by young man more
beautiful than the day! Saint George, the
tribune, the warrior These were simply
united in one, and he was this painter of
stained glass this young workmn in his
white blouse! When she saw him coming
back, his feet wet through and through. as
he held the dripping camisole awkwardly
in his hand, realizing the ridiculous side of
the energy he had employed in saving 1T
from the waves, she was obliged to bite her
tongue to check the outburst of gaiety
which seemed almost to choke her.
BE forgot himself as he looked at her.
She was like a most adorable child in this
restrained mirth with which all her youth
seemed to vibrate. Splashed with water,
her arms almost chilled by the stream, she
seemed to send forth from herself the purity
and clearness of these living springs which
rushed from the messy woods. She was an
impersonation of health, joy, and freshness,
in the full sunlight. One could easily fancy
that she might be a careful housekeeper
and a queen withal, as she was there in her
working dress, with her slender waist, her
regal neck, her oval face, such as one reads
of in fairy tales. And he did not know
how to give her back the linen, he found
her so exquisite, 30 perfect representation
of the beauty of the art he loved. 1t en-
ragged him, in spite of himself, that he
should have the air of an idiot, as he plainly
saw the effort she made not to laugh. But
he was forced to do something, so at last he
gave her back the sacque.
Then Angelique realized that if she were
to open her mouth and to try to thank
him. she would shout. Poor fellow! she
sympathized with him and pitied him. But
it was irresistible; she was happy, and
needed to give expression to it; she must
yield to the gaiety with which her heart
overriowed. 1t was such lovely weather,
and all life was so beautiful.
At last she thought she might speak,
wishing simply to say: "Thank you, mon
sieur."
But the wish to laugh had returned, and
made her stammer, interrupting her at
each word. 1t was loud, CHEEKY laugh, a
sonorous outpouring of pearly notes. which
sank sweetly to the crystalline accompani-
ment of the Chevrotte.
The young man was SO disconnected that
he could find nothing to say. His usually
pale face had become very red; the tiInid,
childlike expression of his eyes had changed
into fiery one like that of an eagle, and he
moved away quickly. He disappeared
with the old workman, and even then she
continued to laugh as she bent over the
water, again splashing herself as she shook
the clothes hither and thither, rejoicing in
the brightness Of the happy day.
On the morrow he came an hour earlier.
But at o'clock in the morning the linen,
which had been dripping all night, was
spread out on the grass. There was brisk
wind, which was excellent for drying. But
in order that the different articles need not
be blown away, they were kept in place by
putting little pebbles on their four corners.
The whole wash was there, looking of daz-
cling whiteness among the green heritage,
having a strong odour of plants about it,
and making the meadow as if it had sud-
denly blossomed out into a snowy covering
of daisies.
When Angelique came to look at it after
breakfast she was distressed, for so strong
had become the gusts of wind that all
threatened to be carried away Already a
sheet had started, aud several napkins had
gone to fasten themselves to the branches of
of a willow. She fortunately caught them,
but then the handkerchiefs began to fly.
There was no one to help her; she was so
frightened that she lost all her presence of
mind. When she tried to spread out the
sheet again she had regular battle, for she
was quite lost in it, as it covered her with
great cracking sound.
Through all the noise OF the wind she
heard a voice saying, "Mademoiselle, do
you wish me to help yon|
It was he, and Immediately she cried to
him, with no other thought than her pre-
occupation as "a good housewife.
'Of course, / wish it. Come and help me,
then. Take the end over there, nearest to