Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-07
CHAPTER XVIII.

turnefl Oack ali ms lHiuiStS WCi'H C.-lSts, and swayed him BOW hi.hcr, now ;Ai;her. in many contrary ways.
 He knew that the hour was cor..-that he must leave her and spare her. ;:> to himself he phrased it, or teach her >2s love words that the daisies whisper to wo.si2n.
 And why ota-sny way s,,o w4,:.d marry Jeannot
 He, half way to tine tos.l., ,.,;,i ;:ack again and paused moment 6, ...., .,.ee. an emotion, half pitifUl half crr;,~.! >t.r.>i in him
 Anyway, he would leave Scr il d favt days; Paris had again opened her arms to hi,s,. his old life awaited him; wo.ncn, wno claimed him by iniperious, amorous demands, re proached him; and, after ali, this day he had got the Gretchen of his ideal. a great picture for the future of his fame.
 As he would leave her any T'a /. 50 soon, he would leave her unscathca-poor little field hower-he could never take 1t with him to blossom or wither in Paris.
 His world would laugh too utterly if he made for himself a mistress out of a little Fleming in two wooden shoes. Besides-
 Besides, something, that was half weak and half Eoble moved him not to lead this child, ill her trust and her ignorance, into ways that, when she awakened from her trance, would seem to her shameful and full of sorrow For he knew that Beoee was not others nre.
 He turned back and knocked at the hut door and opened it.
 Bebee was just beginning to undreSs herself {; she had taken off her white kerchcf and her wooden shoes; her pretty shoulders and her little neck shone white in the moon; her feet were bare on the mud floor.
 hp rfk,i oy,I k, lo kerchief again on her shoulders, but there was no fear of him; only the unconscious in stinct of her girlhood.
 He thought for a moment that he would not go away until tho morrow-
 ''Did you want mes" said Bebee softly, with happy eyes of surprise and yet little startled, fearing some evil might have hap pened to him that he should have returned thus.
 No; did not want you, dear," he said gently; no-ko did not want her, poor little soul; she wanted him, but he-thero were so many of these things ill his life, and he liked her too we'll to love her
 No, dear, did not want you," said Fla men, drawing her arms about him, and feel ing her flutter like little bird, while the moonlight came i'll through the green leaves md fell i'll fanciful patterns on the floor But 1 came to say-you have had one happy day, wholly happy, have you not. poor little Bebee?"
 "Ah, yes!' she sighed rather than said the answer i'll her wondrous gladEess; drawn there close to him, with the sc;tncss of his lips upon her. Could he have co.,le back only to ask thati
 Well, that is something You will re- member it always, Debec!" hc murmured in bis unconscious cruelty. II did not wish to spoil your cloudless pleasure, dear-for you care for mo little, do you not-so came back to tell you only now that go away for a little while tomorrow"
 ''Go away"
 She tre.nbled in his arms and turned cola as ice; great terror and darkness fell upon her; she had never thought that he would ever 60 away. He caressed her, and played with her as boy may with O bird before he wrings it's neck.
 You will como backn'
 Ho kissed her-"Surely."
 "To-morrowl'
 ''Nay-not so soon."
 "In week!'
 Hardly"
 ''In month, thon!"
 Perhaps"
 Before winter, anyway"
 Hc looked aside from the baseaching, tear
 
 throat, and said, "Ycs, dear-hcyond a doubt"
 Shc clung to him, crying silently-he wished that women would not weep
 Come, Bebee, listen," ho said, coaxingly, thinking to break the bitterness to her. This is not wise and ie gives Eio pain There is so much for you to do You know so lit tlo There is So much to learn. I will leave you many books, and you must grow quite learned ill my absancc The Virgin is all very well in her way, but s.,c cannot teach us much, poor lady, for her kingdom. is called Ignorance. You must teach yourself. I leave you that to do. The days will go by quickly if you are iahorous and patient. Do you love me, littio one!' For an answer she kissed Lis hand
 "You are busy little Isebco always" he said, with his lips carcssia1; her soft, brown arms that were round his neck Bat you must be buster than ever while l am gone So you will forget. No. no, do not mean that; 1 mean So the time will pass quickest. And l shall finish your picture Bebee, and all Paris will see you, and the great ladies will envy the little girl with her two wooden shoes. An! that does not please you-you care for none of these vanities3 No Poor little Sebee, why did God make you, or Chance breathe life into yous You are so far away from LIS all. It was cruel What harm hes your poor, little soul ever done that, pure as flower, it should have beer sent to the hell of this worldx' She cluns to him, sobbing without sound. You will come backs You will come backT' she noaned, clasping him closer and closer. FlauIen's own eyes grew dim. But he lied to her: II will promise" It was so much easier to say so, and 1t would break her sorrow So he thought For the moment again hc was tempted to take her with him-but he resisted it-he would tire, and she would cling to him for ever.
 There was long silence. The bleating of the litle kid in the shed without was the only sound; the gray lavender blew to and fro. aol. x,los oh tlaraof he