Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-11
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 glare went round and round like great gflded humming top, such as the babies clapped their hands at at the Ksrmesse.
 She was happy; she felt sure now that God would not let him die till she got to him. She WAS quite glad that he had left her ell that lorg, terrible winter, for she had learned so much and was so much more flttsd to be with him.
 Weary as she was, and strang>, as the pain in her head made her feel, she was happy, very happy; warm flush came on her little pale cheeks as she thought how soon he would kiss them, her whole body thrilled with the old sweet nameless joy that she had sickened for in vain so long.
 Though she saw nothing else that was around her, she saw some little knots of moss foses that girl was selling on the quay, as she used to sell them in front of the Maison du Roi. She had only two sous left, but she stopped and bought two little rosebuds to take to him. He had used to care for them so much in the summer at Brabant
 The girl who sold them told her the way to the street he lived ill, it was not very far off the quay. She seemed to float on air, to have wings like the swallows to hear beautiful music all around. She felt for her beads, and said ayes of praise. God was good.
 It was quite night when she reached the street and sought the number of his house. She spoke his name softly, and trembling very much with joy. not with any fear, but it seemed to her too sacred thing ever to utter aloud.
 An old man looked out of den by the door, and told her to go straight up the stairs to tho third floor, and then turn to the right
 The old man chuckled as he glanced after her, and listened to the wooden shoes batter ing wearily up the broad stone steps,
 Bebee climbed thenl-ten, twenty, thirty, forty. "He must be very poor!' she thought, ito liverso high" and yet the place was wide and handsome, and had a look of riches Her heart beat so fast, she felt suffocated; her limbs shook. her eyes had a red blood like mist floating before them; but she thanked God each step she climbed-a moment and she would look upon the only face she loved.
 'He will be glad-oh, am sure he will be glad!" she said to herself, as fear that had never before come near her touched her for a moment-if he should not carea
 But even then, what did it matteri Since he was ill she should be there to watch him night and day; and when he was well again, If he should wish her to go away-one could always die
 But ho will be glad-oh, know he win be glad!" she said to the rosebuds that she carried to him. And If God will only let me save his life, what else do want moref'
 His name was written on q door before her. The handle of a bell hung down; she pulled it timidly. The door unclosed; she saw no one, and went through. There were low lights burning. There were heavy scents that were strange to her. There was Q fam tastic gloom from old armor, and old weapons, and old pictures ill the dull rich chambers. Tho sound of her wooden shoes was lost in the softness and thickness of the carpets.
 It was not the home of poor man. A great terror froze her heart-if she were not wanted here2
 She went quickly through three rooms, sec ing no one, and at the end of the third there were folding doors.
 "It is I-Bebee," she said softly, as she pushed them gently apart; and she held out the two moss rosebuds.
 Then the words died on her lips, and O great horror froze her, still and silent, there.
 She saw the dusky room as ill a dream. She saw him stretched on the bed leaning on his elbow, laughing and playing cards upon the lace coverlet She saw women with loose, shining hair and bare limbs, and rubies and diamonds glimmering red and white. She saw men lying about upon the couch, throwing dice and drinking and laughing with one another
 Beyond all she saw against the pillows of
 
 thing, like some velvet snake, who leaned over him as he threw down the painted cards upon the lace. and who had cast about his throat her curved, bare arm with tho great coils of dead gold all a-glitter on it.
 And above it all there were odors of wines and flowers, clouds of smoke shouts of laugh ter, music of shrill, gay voices. She stood like q frozen creature and saw the rosebuds ill her hand. Then with great piercing cry she let the roses fall, and turned and fled. At the sound he looked up and saw her, and shook his beautiful brown harlot of | him with an oath.
 But Bebee flew down through the empty chambers and the long stairway as hare flies from the hounds; her tired feet never paused, her aching limbs never slackened :; | she ran on, and on, and on into the lighted streets into the fresh night air; on, and on, and on, straight to the river. | From its brink some mans strength caught and held her. She struggled with it.
 Let me die! let me dle!" she shrieked to him, and strained from him to get at the cool gray silent water that waited for her there
 Then she lost all consciousness and saw the stars no more.
 When she came back to any sense of life, the stars were shining still, and the face of | | tears.
 He had followed her to Paris when they had missed her first, and had come straight by train to the city, making sure it was thither she had come, and there had sought her many days, watching for her by the house of Flamen.
 She shuddered away from him as he held her, and looked at him with blank, fearless eyes.
 "Do not touch mel Take me home."
 That was ell she ever said to him. She never asked him or told him anything She never noticed that it was strange that he should have been here upon the river bank. He let her be, and took her silently in the cool night back by the iron ways to Brabant. | CHAPTER XXIV.
 She sat quite still and upright in the wagon with the dark lands rushing by her. She never spoke at all. She had a look that