Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-04
THE WATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT. MONDAY. MARCH 4,

 I know what you mean. A ittle-nluch- passionately-untild death-not at all What the girls say when they want to see if any one loves thema Is that it?'
 She looked ct him without any conscious ness-except she loved the flowers.
 Do you think the daisies Enow?' she went on, seriously, parting their petals with her fingers "Flowers do know many things that Is certain"
 'Ask them for yourself"
 Ask them what2'
 How much-any one-loves you!'
 'Oh, but every one loves me; there is nc one that is bad. Antoine used to say to me, Never think of yourself, Bebee; always think of other people, so every one will love you. And 1 always try to do that, and every one does"
 ''But that is not the love the daisy tells of to your sex"
 ''No?"
 No; the girls that you see count the flow ers-they are thinking, not of all the village, but of some one unlike all the rest, whose shadow falls across theirs in the moonlight You know that?'
 "Ah, yes-and they marry afterwards yes"
 She said it softly, musingly, with no esnbar- rassnnent; it was an unreal, remote thing tc her, and yet it stirred her heart little with a vague trouble that was infinitely sweet.
 There is little >alk of love in the lives ot the poor; they have no space for it; love to them means mere mouths to feed, more wooden shoes to buy, more hands to dive into the meager bag of coppers. Now and then 6 girl of the commune had been married, and had gone out just tho same the next day tc her blowing in the fields or to her lace weav ing in the city. Bebee had thought little of it
 ''They marry or they do not marry. That is as it may be" said Flamen, with a smile ''Bebee, must paint you as Gretchen be fore she made a love dial of the daisies. Wha, enough Gretchen's you would not under stand just yet"
 But what did the daisies say to her2'
 My dear, the daisies always say the same thing, because daisies always tell the truth and know men. The daisies always say .e little;' it is the girls ear that tricks her anG makes her hear till death,' a folly and false hood of which the daisy is not guilty"
 But who says it if the daisy do not?'
 "Ah, the devil, perhaps-who knowsa H. has so much to do in these things" But Bebee did not smile; she had look o horror in her blue eyes; she belonged to { peasantry who believed i'll exercising tht fiend by the aid of the cross, and who not SC very many generations before had driver him out of human bodies by rack and flame She looked with little wistful fear on tn. white, golden eyed marguerites that lay o1 her lap.
 Do you think the fend in these?" sht whispered with awe ill her voice. Flamen smiled. "When you count then he will be there, no doubt.' Bebee threw them with a shudder on tn, grass.
 Have I spoiled your holiday, dear?' h' said, with certain self reproach. She was silent minute, then she gathered up the daisies again. and stroked them anC | put them to her lips
 Ut is not that they do wrong. You say 1 the girls ears deceive them. It is the girl who want a lie and will not believe the trutl l because it humbles them; it is the girls tha are to blanc, not the daisies. AS for me, will not ask the daisies anything ever, so thu 1 fiend will not enter into them" "Nor into you. Poor little Bebee." Why, you pity me for that2" "Yes Because, if women never see tn serpent's face, neither do they ever scent tn smell of the paradise roses and it will be hare for you to die without a single rose d'amoul ill your pretty breast poor little Bebee."
 II do not understand But you frightel mo little"
 l He rose and left his easel and threw him ! self at her feet on the grass; he took the itt wooden shoes in his hands as reverently as h. would have taken the broidered shoes of duchess; he looked up at her with tender 1 Synilinp eyes