The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-10-14
1t wnsinge uous ard brave; born of proud

?, ay al ne, givi z himself up entirely to
the TaSt his race and to himself, seeking
solitude which was respected by all con-
nected with the cathe lral. Asst fortunately
happened. tbs vas Saturday. She quickly
came TO decision. AT tie bishops palace,
not only would she be apt to find it difficult
to be received there, but, on the other
hand, there were always so many people
ab0ut. she would DO i'll at ease: whilst it
wOu!d be 50 simple to await him III the
chapel and to introduce herself to mon
seigneur as soon as he appeared. That day
she embroidered with her usual application
and co npOsure. Firm in her wish, sure OF
doing the right thing, she had no inpatient
fever of expectation. When it ives 4 o'clock
she spoke of going TO see tie Mere CADET,
and went cut, dressed as for an ordinary
walk, wearing her little garden hat tied
careleSsly under her chin. She turned to
the left, and pushing open the Tinted stuffed
door of the portal of Saint Agnes, let it fall
back heavily behind her.
The church was empty; alone, the con-
fessional of Saint Joseph was still occupied
by penitant. the edge of whose black
dress was just seen as one passed. Angel
ique, who had been perfectly self-possessed
until now, began to tremble as she entered
this sacred, cold solitude. where even the
little sound of her steps seemed to echo ter
ribly. Why was it that her heart grew 50
oppressed. She had thought she was quite
strong, AMI the day had passed most peace
fully-she was so sure OF bring right in her
desire TO be happy. But now that she was
ignorant of what might happen she turne
pale as if guilty. quite frightened at think
ing that she was to see monseigneur, and
that in truth she had come there expressly
to speak to him. She went quietly to the
Chapel HautecCeur, where she was obliged
to rnma n LEANING against the gate.
The chapel was ono of the most sunken
and dark of the old Ronanesque apse. Like
a cave hewn i'll q rock, straight and bare,
with the simple nerves of its low vaulted
ceiling, it had but one window, that of
stained glass, on which was the legend of
st. George, and in whose panes the red and
blue so predrminated that they made d
lilac-colored light, as if it were twilight.
The altar, in black and white marble,
was unornamented, and the whole place.
with its picture of the crucifixion, and its
two chandeliers, seemed like tomb. The
walls were covered with commemorative
tablets, collection from top to bottom of
stones crumbling from age on which the
deeply cut inscriptions could still be read.
Almost stihed Angelloue waited, motion
less A beadle passed., who did not even
see her, so closely had she pressed herself
against the interior of the iron railing. She
at the confessional near the entrance. Her
eyes, gradually accustomed to the half
light, were mechanically fixed upon the in
scriptions, the characters Of which she ended
by deciphefng. Certain names struck her,
calling back to her memory the legends of
the Chateau d'Hautec@ur, of Jean Y. lie
Grand, of Raoul Ill, and of Herve VII.
She soon found two others, those of Lau-
rette and of Balbine, which brought tears
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and anxiety-Laurette. who fell from ray
of moonlight, on her way to rejoin her be-
trothed, aud Balbine, who died from sud-
den Joy at the return of her husband, whom
she thought had been killed in the war.
They both of them came back at night and
enveloped the castle with their immense
flowing white robes. Had she not seen them
herself the day of her visit to the ruins, as
they fioated toward eve ing above the tow
ers IN the rosy pallor of the dusk. An how
willingly she would die as they did, although
but IS years of age, in the supreme happi-
ness of the realization of her dream!
A loud noise which reverberated under the
arches made her trembIe. 1t was the priest
who came out from the confessional of
Saint Joseph and shut the door after him.
She was surprised at no longer seeing the
penitent, who had already gone. And
when, in his turn, the clergyman went out
by way of the sacristy, she realized that
she was absolutely alone in the vast solitude
of the cathedral. At the loud
sound of the door of the con-
fes ional, as it creaked ON its hinges, she
thought that monseigneur was coming. 1t
was nearly half an hour since she had ex-
pected him, yet she did not realize it, for
her excitement prevented her from taking
any note of time.
Soon a new name drew her eyes toward
the tablets-Felicien I'LL, who went to Pal
estine, carrying a candle in his hand, to full
fill VOW of Philippe le Bel And her heart
beat with pride as she saw before her, men
tally the youthful Felicien VII, the de
scendant of all these worthless, the fair
haired, noble man whom she adored and by
whom she was so tenderly loved. She sud
denly became filled with pride and fenr.
Was it possible that she herself was there
in the expectation of bringing about q
prodigy Opposite her there was fresher
plaque of marble, dating from the last CEN
tury, the black letters upon which she could
easily read. Norbert Louis Ogier, Mar
auis d'Hauteceur, Prince of Miranda and
of Rouvres, Count of Ferrieres, of Mon
tegu and Of Saint Marc, and also of Vile
mareuil, Chevalier of the four Royal Ord
ers of Saint Esprit, Saint Michel, Notre
Dame de Carmel and Sal int Louis, Leuten.
ant in the Army of the King, Governor OF
Normandy, holding office as Captain-Geu
eral of the Hunting, and Master of the
Hounds. All these were the titles of Fe.
liciens grandfather. and yet she had come
SO simple, with her working dress and heI
fingers worn by the needle, in hopes oil
marrying the grandson of this dead digni
taryl
There was a slight sound, scarcely rust.
ling on the flagstones. She turned and saw
monseieneur, and remained motionleSs at
this silent approach without the pomp and
surroundings she had vaguely expected. He
entered into the chapel, tall, erect and no
ble-looking, dressed in purple, with his pale
face, his rather large nose, and his superb
eyes, which still seemed youthful in their
expression. AT first he did not notice hel
against the black gate. Then, as he was
about to kneel down, he saw her before him
at his feet.
With trembling limbs, overcome by re.
spect and fear, Angelique had fallen upon
her knees. He seemed to her at that mo-
mont like the Eternal Father, terrible in as
pect and absolute master of her destiny.
But her heart was still courageous, and she
spoke at once:
"Oh, monseigneur, Ihave come"
As for the bishop, he had risen imme-
diately. He had vague recollection OF
her; the young girl, seen first at her win
dow on the day Of the procession, and re-
found little later standing on a chair in
the church; this little embroiderer, with
whom his son was SO desperately in love.
He uttered no word, he made no gesture.
He waited. stern and stiff.
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