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

ceived as before, downstairs, by Hubert,
who, on account of the want of clearness in
his explanations in regard 80 his visit, con-
eluded the best thing to be done was to allow
HIM to go upstairs again.
My daughter, monsieur, wishes to speak
to you on certain points of the work that
do not quite understand"
Then Felicien stammered:
III it would not disturb mademoiselle too
much, would like to see how far ~
These ladies advised me TO personally super
intend the work That is, if by
doing So | should not be in any ones way"
Angeliques heart beat violently when she
saw nm come in. She almost choked, but
making great effort, she controlled her
self. The blood did not even mount to her
cheeks, and with an appearance of calm in
difference she replied:
"Oh, nothing ever disturbs me, monsieur
l can work equally well before any one.
As the design is yours, it is quite natural
that you should wish to follow the execu-
ton of it.n
Quite discountenanced by this reception,
Felicien would not have dared to have
taken seat. had not Hubertine welcomed
him cordially, as she smiled in her sweet,
quiet way at this excellent customer. AL
most Immediately she resumed her work,
bending over the frame where she was
embroidering on the sides of the mitre the
gothic ornaments in guipure, or open lace
work.
On his side Hubert had just taken down
from the wall banner which was finished,
had been stiffened, and for two days past
had been hung up to dry, and which now
he wished to relax. No one spoke; the
three workers kept at their tasks as If no
other person had been in the room with
them.
In the midst of this charming quiet, the
young man little by little grew calmer.
When the clock struck 8, the shadow of the
cathedral was already very long, and a deli
cate half light entered by the window,
which was wide open. 1t was almost like
the twilight hour, which commenced early
in the afternoon for this little house, SO
fresh and green from all the verdure that
was about it, as it stood by the side of the
colossal church. A slight sound of steps
was heard on the pavement outside; it was
school of young girls being taken to con-
fessiop.
In the work room, the old tools, the time
stained walls, everything. which remained
there immovable, seemed to sleep in the re-
pose of centuries, and from every corner
came freshness and rest A great square of
white light, smooth and pure, fell upon the
frame over which Hubertine and Ange-
lique were bending, with their delicate pro-
files in the fawn-colored reflection of the
gold.
"Mademoiselle," began Felicien, feeling
very awkward. as he realized that he must
give some reason for his visit, 81 wish to
say, mademoiselle, that for the hair it seems
to me it would be better to employ gold
rather than silk"
She raised her head, and the laughing ex-
preston of her eyes clearly signifed that he
need not have taken the trouble of coming
if he had no other recommendation to
make. And she looked down again as she
replied, in a half hooking tone:
'There is no doubt about that, mon
sieur.n
He was indeed ridiculous, for he remarked
then for the first time that it was exactly
what she was doing. Before her was the
design he had made, but tinted with water
colors, touched up with gold, with all the
delicacy of an old miniature, little soft.
ened like what one sees in some prayer
books of the Fifteenth century. And she
copied this image with the patience and the
skill of an artist working with a magnify
ing glass. After having reproduced it
with rather heavy strokes upon the white
silk. tightly stretched and lined with heavy
linen, she covered this silk with threads of
gold carried from the bottom to the top,
fastened simply at the two ends, so they
were left free and close to each other
When using these same threads as a wool,
she separated them with the point of her
needle to find the design below. She fol-
lowed this same drawing, recovered the gold
threads with stitches of silk across, which
she assorted according to the colors of the
model. In the shaded parts the silk com.
pletely hid the gold; in the half-lights the
stitches of silk were farther and farther
apart, while the real lights were made by
gold alone entirely uncovered. 1t was thus
the shaded gold, that most beautiful of all
work, the foundation being modified by the
silks, making picture of mellow colors as
if warmed from beneath by glory and a
mystic light.
"Ohl" suddenly said Hubert, who began to
stretch out the banner by separating with his
fingers the cords of the trellis, .the master
piece of a woman who embroidered in the
olden time was always in this difficult work
To become member of the corporation she
had to make, as it is written in the
statutes, figure by itself in shaded gold. a
sixth part as tall as if life size. You would
have been received, my Angelique."
Again there was an unbroken silence.
Felicien watched her constantly, as she
stopped forward, absorbed in her task,
quite as if she were entirely alone. For the
hair of the saint, contrary to the general
rule, she had had the same idea as he, that
was, to use no silk, but to recover gold with
SOlU, dliu SIlo ho)t Oou HcSuieo dG WOFk WIN
this brilliant thread of all shades, from the
dark red Of dying embers, to the pale, deli
cate yellow tint of the leaves of the forest
trees IN the autumn. Agnes was thus COW
cred from her neck to her ankles with
stream of golden hair 1t began at the
back of her head, covered her body with
thick mantle, flowed in front of her from
the shoulders in two waves which united
under the chin, and fell down to her feet in
one wavy sheet. 1t was, indeed, the mirac-
ulous hair, a fabulous fleece, with heavy
twists and -curls, a glorious, starry effior-
escence, the warm and living robe of the
saint, perfumet with its pure nudity
That day Felicien could do nothing but
watch Angelique as she embroidered the
curls, following the exact directions OF their
rolling with her little pointed stitches, and
he never weared of seeing the hair grow
and radiate under her m ,gic needle. It's
weight and the great quivering with
which it seemed to be unrolled at one tn n,
disturbed him.
Hubertine, occupied in sewing on SPAN
giles, hiding the thread with which each ono
was attached with a tiny round of gold
twist, lifted up her head from time to time
and gave him n calm, motherly Look,
whenever she was obligel to throw into
the waste basket a spangie that was not well
ma le.
Hubert, who had just taken away the
side pieces of wood, hat he might un itch
folding it up carefully. And at last, Fe-
licien, whose embarrassment was greatly
Increased by this unbrokea silence, realized
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