, 1888-11-16

dark man YVES a Frenchman under
Rochambeau. / have lost his tname, but
he was a de la something or other grand
with ancestry enough at the back of him
TO make him
"a very humble individual?'
Eyes, if he ever thought of how much
glory and 'noblesse' he had to keep up;
ah, that old chivalryi Well, this one
could do it, | fancy. Well, after they
had gone la belle was more wretched
than ever. She had sent them from her
without the kind words they had pleaded
for; if either were slain how could she
give herself to the other2 Sc her young
life was just a misery of anxiety and self
reproach. Only think what it must have
been to her, all those long weeks of
weary waiting, poor young thing, tossed
about by desires, feelings and emotions
so at variance with each other. Can't
you fancy the anxious days, the weary
nights, always waiting, waiting for some
thingT Always expecting, she knew not
what. The eager questionings when a
courier would arrive, bearing perhaps
some little word or token from one or the
other. There's a little element of alb
surdity in it all, know; you can't help
thinking of the old line about being
happy with either
But it seems to have been serious
work for the poor little belle. and after
all it is pathetic too. Poor little tempest
tost soul, one must pity her with all her
naughty, coquettish wiles and wicked
nesses. And you cam help believing that
away down at the bottom of her little
hayward heart she was sweet and true,
and h was so youngl Poor little for
lorn heartl" and Mans gray blue eyes
grew sad, and her sweet voice had a tone
in it that-weQ, it's true, | sobbed out
right. You see | had been with them
all three the night before, and | had seen
all her tears and her grief, and L believed
in them all. Well, my dear, they never
came back? We heard-they heard of a
great fight at sea-there were sea fights
in the revolution, weren't there? That
was followed by a heavy storm. and in
her crippled condition the - went
down; at least it was supposed so, for
another frigate that had been in the en-
gagement with her reported her as dis
mantled and evidently sinking. On &C
count of the gale it was impossible to
give any help.
almost at the same time came the
news that n battle had been fought some
where in the west and the fair Saxon
lover had been slain; they gave him
Christian burial, as they call it, as if to
be laid away in the clear blue depths of
Gods ocean by his own hand were a thing
less desirable, less holy, and the thunder
of the waves and the roar of the winds
were not a grander thing han drum and
fife and the popping of a platoon of
muskets.
What is it about? One was killed in
the east by the sea and one in the west?'
So that was the news that came to tho
little waiting heart and broke it forever.
So it was settled for la belle Barberine.'
81 suppose she would very likely nave
gone into n convent, and if she had she
would have become the mother superior
before she died. | should fancy that a
very good way of ending such a story,
don't you Think"
Mani! if you havel"-
Have WHAT
Made it up"
What if | have? I've done my very
best for you
IN never forgive you!"
For doing my bestl'
For not believing my story"
She thought it was the morphine, out l
knew bettcr.-IIome journal.