The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-09-02

necessary. Then he was in state Of en-
chantment simply to look at her, with her
tinely-cut features, her motionless profile,
which seemed bathed in the liquid golden
tlnts of her hair; and he watched in ecstasy
the skiliful play of her flexible hands, as she
moved them up and down Ia the midst of
the needlefuls of gold or silk. She had be-
come so habituated to his presence that she
was quite at her ease and treated him as a
comrade. Nevertheless, he always felt that
there was between them something unex-
pressed which grieved him to the heart, he
knew not why. Occasionally shelooked up,
regarding him with an amused, half-mock-
ing air, and with an inquiring, impatient
expression in her face. Then, finding he
was intensely embarrassed, she at once be-
came very cold and distant.
But Felicien had discovered one way in
which he could rouse her, and he took ad-
vantage of it. 1t was this--to talk to her
of her art, Of the ancient masterpieces of
embroidery he had seen, either preserved
| among the treasures of cathedrals, or
copies of which were engraved In books.
For instance, there were the superb copes;
that of Charlemagne, in red silk, with the
great eagles with unfurled wings; and the
| cope of Sion, which is decorated with a
multitude of sanity figures. Then, the dali
matte, which is said to be the most beauti-
full piece of embroidery in the whole world;
| Uue Oh "hANA 10 CbIc-
brated the glory of Jesus Christ upon the
earth aud in heaven, the TRANSPORTATION,
and the last Judgment, in which the differ
ent personages are embroidered in silks of
various colors, and in silver and gold. Also.
there is wonderful tree of jesse, an orflSy
of silk upon satin, which is so perfect it
seems as if il were detached from a
window of the Fifteenth century; Abraham
at the foot, then David, Solomon, the
Blessed Virg IN Mary, and at the very top
| the Saviour.
Among the admirable chasybles he had
seen, one in particular was n uching in its
simplicity. 1t represented Christ on the
cross, and the drops of blood from his side
| and his feet were made by little splashes of
red silk on the cloth of gold, while in the
foreground was Mary, tenderly supported
| by Saint John.
On another one, which is called the chasu-
| BILE of Naintre, the Virgin is seated i'll
majesty, with rlchly-wrought sandals on her
| feet and holding the Infant Jesus on her
| knees. Others, and still others of marvel
Gus workmanship were alluded to, venera ole
| not only from their great age and the beau
tiful faith that they expressed, but from a
richness unknown in our time, preserving
the odor of the incense of tabernacies and
tue mystic light which seemed to come from
the slightly faded gold.
"Ah!" sighed Angelique, ''all those ex-
quisite thugs are finished now. We can only
find certain tones to remind us of their per-
lection"
a With feverish hands and sparkling eyes
Che stopped working when Felicien related
to her the history of the most noted men
and women who were embroiderers in the
olden tlme-Simonne de Gaules, Colin
Jolye, and others whose names have come
down to US through the ages. Then, after a
few moments, she took up her needles
again; and made them fly vigorously, as she
appeared TRANSPORTED and guarded on her
face the traces of the delight her artist nat
ure had received in listening to all these
accounts. Never had she seemed to him
more beautiful, so enthusiastic was she, so
maidenly and so pure, seated there in the
brighter surroundings of..so many colored
silks, applying herself with unfailing ex-
actitude to her work, into the slightest de-
tails of which she put her whole soul.
When he had left off speaking he looked at
her earnestly, until reused by the silence,
she realized the excited state into which all
these histories had thrown her, and became
as embarrassed as if she had done some
thing wrong.
"Oh, dear, look; all my silks are entan-
gled agaipi Mother, please not
to move about so much"
Hubertine, who had not stirred at all,
was amused, but simply smiled without
saying anything. At first, she hal
been rather disturbed by the constant at
tentions of the young man, and had talked
the matter over thoroughly with Hubert
one evening in their room But they could
not help being drawn toward him, and as
in every respect his appearance was good
and his manners perfectly respectful, they
concluded it was not necessary to object to
interviews from which Angelique derived
so much happiness. So matters were al
lowed to take their way, aud she watched
over the young people with loving air of
protection.
Moreover, she herself for many DAYS had
been oppressed by the lamenting caresses of
her husband, who seemed never to weary of
asking her if he had been forgiven. This
month was the anniversary of the time
when they had lost their child, and each
year at this date they had the same
regrets and the same longings; he, trem-
bling at her feet, happy to realize that be
was pardoned; she, loving and distressed,
blaming herself for everything. and de-
spairlng that fate had been inexorable to
all their prayers. They spoke of all this
to no one, were the same to outsiders in
every way, but this increase of tenderness
between them came from their room like a
silent perfume, disengaged ITSELF from their
persons at the least movement, by each
word, and by their way of looking at each
other, when it seemed as if for the moment
they almost exchanged souls. All this was
like the grave accompaniment, the deep con-
tnuous Dass, upon which sang in clear notes
the two hearts of the young couple
One week had passed aud the work on the
mitre advanced. These daily meetings had
assumed great and sweet familiarity
"The forehead should be very high.
should it notl Without any trace of eye
browse"
eyes, very high, and not the slightest
shade. Quite like an old miniature"
"Wiisyou pass me the white silkT'
"Wait minute that may thread it."
He helped her, AMI this union of work
put them at their ease. 1t made the occu-
patton OF each day seem perfectly natural
to them both, ana without a word of love
ever having been spoken, without their
hands having once met by voluntary
touch, toe bond between them grew
stronger each hour, and they were hence
fortlT eternally united one TO the other
1t was sufficient FOR them to have lived I'M
til now.
Father, what are you doing that we no
longer hear yous"
She turned and saw Hubert, who was oc-
cupied in windiIg long spool, as his eyes
were fixed aos5rac5eily on his wife,
81 am preparing some gold thread for
yoIr mother"
And from the reel taken to bis wife, from
the mute thanks of Hubertine, from the
constant little attentions her husband gave
her, there was a warm, caressiBg breath