The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-10-21
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ease of mind until she had the certainty
that she still beloved. Were her faith in
that mistaken she would be perfectly at
rest. Ii loved, she could bear anything. A
mt OF icing charitable had again taken
possession OF her, SO that she was touched
6y the slightest suffering. and her eyes were
niled with tears ready to overflow at any
moment. The old man Mascart made her
give MIN tobacco, and the Chouarts drew
from her everything they wished, even to
preserved fruits. But the Lemballeuses
also profited by her gifts, and Tiennette had
Deem seen dancing at the fetes, dressed in
one OF 1.-THE good young lady's" gowns. And
one DAY as she was taking to the grand
mother some chemises promised her the pre-
vlous evening, she saw from distance, in the
midst of the poor family, Madame de
panied by Felicien. The latter. no doubt,
mad taken them there. She did not show
herself, but returned home at once, chilled
TO The heart. Two days later she saw the
Two again as they came out from the Cha
teau; then one morning. the old man Mascart
told her of visit he had received from the
handsome young gentleman and two ladies.
Then she abandoned her poor people, who
seemed no longer to have claims upon her,
since Felicien had taken them and given
them to his new friends.
She gave up her walks for fear she might
see them, and thus be SO deeply wounded
that her sutferings would be increased ten
fold.
She felt as if something were dying with
in her, as if little by little her very life was
passing away.
One evening, after one of these meetings,
when alone in her chamber, sitting from
anguish, she uttered this cry:
But he loves me no longer"
Sha hnfpra har a1lV C'lairo ia
Voincourt, tall, beautiful, with ner crown
of black hair, and be was at her side, slight,
proud and handsome. We're they not really
created for each other, of the same race, so
we'll mated thai one might think they were
already married.
de no longer loves me! Oh! he no
longer loves me-"
This exclamation broke from her lips as
if it were the ruin of all her hopes, and her
faith once shaken, everything gave way
without her beng able to examine the
facts Of the case or to regard them calmly.
The previous evening she believed in some
thing, but that had now passed by. A
breath. coming from she knew not where,
had been sufficient, ami all at once by a sin
gle blow she had fallen into the greatest de-
sooir-that of thinking she was not be-
loved.
He had indeed spoken wisely when he told
the one iusupportable torture. Now, her
turn had come. Until then she had been
resigned, she felt s. strong and confident as
she awaited the miracle. But her strength
passed away with her faith: she wa tor
menred by her distress like child; her
whole being seemed to be only an open
wound Aud painful struggle c0!nm need
in her soul.
At fist she called upon her pride to help
I,
more. She tried to deceive herself, she p. O.
tended to be free from all care as she sang
while embroidering the Hautecoeur coat OF
arms, upon which she was at work But
her heart was so full, 1t almost stifiel her,
and she was ashamed ~ acknowledge TO her
self that she was weak enough 10 love him
still in spite of oil, aud eveI to love nm
more than ever.
For a week these armoral bearings, as
they grew thread by thread under her
fingers, filled her with terrible sorroN
CHARTERED one and four, two and three, of
Jerusalem and Hauteceu; Jerusalem, which
is argent, cross potence, or, between four
cross crosslets of the last and d Hautecaur,
azure, on castle, or, q shield, sable,
charged with human heart argent; the
whole accompanied by three fieurs de lys,
or two at the top aud one i'll the point. Thu
enamels were made of twist, the metals of
ROlu anu SILVER tnTe us. w ndJ misery II
was to feel that her hands trem bled and to
be obliged to lower her head to hide her
eyes. that were blinded with tears from all
this brightness. She thought only of him ;
she adored him in the lustre of his legen-
Diary nobility. And when he e ubroidered
the motto of the family, Isl Dieu veult, lie
veUx," in black silk on a ST Gamer of silver,
she realized that she was his slave, aud that
never again could she reclaim him. Then
tears prevented her from seeing, while me-
cnanically she continued to make little
stitches IN her work.
After this 1t was indeed pitiable. Angel
ique loved in despair, fought against this
hopeless affection, which she could not de-
stroy.
She still wished to go to Felicien, to re-
conquer him by throwing her arms around
his neck and thus the contest was daily re-
newed. Sometimes she thought she had
gained control over her feelings, s. great q
silence appeared to have fallen within and
around her. She seemed to see herself as if
in vision, stranger in reality, very little,
very cold, and kneeling like an obedient
child in the humility of remuneration.
Then 1t was no longer herself, but a sensl-
BILE young girl, made so by her education
and her home life. Soon a rush of ulood
mounted TO her face, making her dizzy; her
her perfect health, the ardent feelings OF
youth, seemed to gallop like runaway
colts, and sac resaw herself, proud and pas
sionate, in all tue reality of her unknown
origin.
Why, then, had she been so obedentl
There was no true duty to consult. only free
will. Already she had planned her fight,
and calculated the most favorable hour for
forcing open the gate of the bishops gar
den.
But already also, tho agony, the grave
uneasiness, the torment If a doubt had
come back to her. Were she to weld to
sequence. Hours, most abominable hours,
passed in this uncertainty as to what part
she should take under this tempestuous
wind, which constantly threw her from the
revolt of her love TO the horror of a fault.
And she came out of the contest weakened
by each victory over her heart.
One evening as she was about leaving the
house to go to join Felicien, she suddenly
thought of her little book from the Society
Of Aid to Abandoned Children. She was
so distressed to find that she no longer had
strength TO resist her pride. She took it
from tho depths of the chest of drawers,
turned over its leaves, whispered to herself
at each page the lowness of her birth, so
eager was she in her need of humility.
Father and mother unk Town; no name:
nothing but date and number; a COM
plete neglect, like that of wild plant that
grows by the roadsidel Then crowds of
memories came to her. The rich pasture,
Of the Mievre and the cows she had watched
there; the fat route of Soulanges, where
she had so often walked barefooted; and