Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-05-25

doors with great book upon her table, but
no sight for II In her aching eyeA The star
ling bopped TO and fro on the sunny floor;
Sleeps bells carnc In on the stillneaL All was
peaceful and happy except tho little weary,
breaking, desolate heart that beat In her like
q cagei BIRDS
"He will come,i am sure be viii come"
she said to herself; but she was % tired, and
Il was 50 long-oh, dear 0odi-so very long.
hand tapped at the lattice The shrill
voice Of Refine. the sabot makers wife, broken
with anguish. called through the hanging
ivy:
"Bebee. you are wicked one, they say. but
the only one there Is at home In the village
this day Get you to town for tho love Of
heaven, and send Dr. Max hither. for my
pet, my flower, my child lies dying and not
q soul near. and che black a. o Coal with
choking--go, 60, gol-and Mary win forgive
you your sins Save the little one, dear Bebee,
do you heart and will pray God and speak
fair the neighbors for you. Col"
Bebee rose up, startled by the now unfa-
miiar sound Of human voice, and looked at
the breathless mother with eyes Of plying
wonder
Surely will CO." she said, gently; "but
there Is no need to bribe me I have not
sinned greatly-that know"
Then she went out quickly and ran through
the lanes and into the city for the sick child,
and found the wise man, and sent him, and
did the errand rather In sort Of sorrowful,
sympathetic instinct than In any reasoning
consciousness of doing good
When she was moving through the once
familiar and happy ways, as the sun was set
ting Oh the golden fronts OF the old houses
and the chimes were ringing from the many
towers, a strange sense Of unreality. OF non
existence, fell upon her.
Could it be slie--she, indeed, who had gone
there the year before the gladdest thing that
the earth bore, with no care except to shelter
her flowers from the wind and keep the fresh.
est blossoms for the burgomaster' housewifei
She did not think thus TO herself but a
vague doubt that she could ever have been
the little, gay, iaborious happy Bebee, with
day that dawned, came over her as she went
by the black front of the Broodhuis
The strong voice Of Lisa, tho fruit girl,
Jared on her as she passed the stall under its
yellow awning that was Tapping sulenly In
tho evening wind.
"Oh, he, little fooll" the mocking voice
cried. "The rind of the fine pine Is full Of
pickles and stings the lips when the taste Is
gone, to be sure. Crack common nuts like
me and you are never wanting-hazels grow
FREQ in every copse Prut, tutl Your grand
lover lies a-dying-so the students read out Of
this just now--and you such q simpleton as
not to get roll Of napoleons out Of him be-
fore he went to rot in Paris. ! dare say he
was poor as sparrows, II one knew the truth.
He was only painter after all"
Lisa tossed her as she spoke torn sheet, in
which she was wrapping gentians, 1t was q
piece Of .vspaper some three weeks old and
In IL then @as single line or so which said
that the artist Flamen, whose "Gretchen"
was the wonder Of the Salon Of the year, lay
sick unto death in his rooms in Paris
Bebee stood and read; the strong, ruddy
western light upon the type, tho taunting
laughter Of the fruit girl on her ear.
bitter shrek rang from her that made
even the cruelty Of I.isa's mirth stop In q
sudden terror.
She stood staring, like thing changed to
stone. down on the one name that to her
filed all the universe.
"ul-he is lido you hearsn she echoed
piteously, looking at Lisa; land you say be
ispoorf'
"Poori for surei Is he not painterI" said
the fruit girl, roughly. She judged by her
own pehniless stHdent lads; and she was an
gered with herself for feeling sorry for this
little silly thing that she had loved to torture.
"You have been bad and base to me; but
now--l bless you, love you, viii pray for
you," said Bebee, in a swift, broken breath,
and with look upon her faco that startled
into pain her callous enemy.
Thor tpttb sh,r ~ A.
paper in her bosom, and ran ont Of the square
breathless with haste and with q great re
solve.
He was il-and he was poorl Tho brave
little soul of her leaped at once to action. He
was sick, and far away, and poor, they said.
AL danger and all difficulty faded to nothing
before the vision Of his need
Bebee was only little founding who ran
about In wooden shoes; but she had the
"dogis soul" In her--the soul that will follow
faithfully though to receive q curse, that
will defend Loyalty to meet blow, and that
will die mutely loving to the last.
She went home, how she never knew; and
without the delay Of moment packed upa
change Of linen, and fed the fowls and took
the key of the hut down to old Jehans cabin.
The old man was only half witted by reason
Of his atlliction for his dead daughter, but he
was ehouEu W Wudt hne
wanted of him, and honest enough to do it.
IL am going into the city," she said to him;
land II ! am not back tonight, will you feed
tho starting and the hens. and water the
flowers for mef'
Old Jehan put his head out of his lattice; II
was7 in the evening. and ho was going tc
bed
"What are you after, little oner he asked:
"goins TO show the fine buckles at students
balli Nay, fie-that is not like you"
81 am going to-pray-dcar Jehan," che
answered, with sob In her throat, and the
first falsehood she had ever told "Do what
ask you-do, for your dead daughters sake
or the birds and the flowers will die Of
hunger and thirst. Take the key and prom.
ise me-"
He took the key and promised.
do not let them see those buckles shine;
they will rob you," he added
Bebee ran from him fast; every moment
that was lost was SO precious ard so terrible
To pause second for fears sake never oc-
CURED to her. She went forth as fearlessly
as young swallow, born In northern April
days, flies forth On instinct to now lands and
over unknown seas when autumn falls
Necessity and action breathed new life into
her The hardy and brave peasant ways OF
her were awoke once more. She had been
strong TO wait silently with the young life in
her dying out drop by drop Ia tho heart
sickness Of long delay. She was strong now
20 throw herself into strange countries and
dim Perils and immeasurable miseries, ON
the sole chance that she might be Of service
10 him.
few human souls here and there can love
like dogs. Bebees was one.
CHAPTER XIII.
1t was dark The May days are short I'm
the north lands Of the Scheldt