Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-21

Pasvas Q ociock on summer morning, when the cdty was waiting for fts eggs, its honey, tts Bowers. its cream and its butter. and Tambour was shaking his leather harness in impatience to be of with his milk cans So Beet'e. all holiday though 1t was, and heroine though she felt herself, ran indoorn put up her cakes and cherries, cut her two basketfuis out of the garden. locked her hut, and went on her quick and happy little feet along the grassy paths toward the city. The sorting and tying up of the flowers she always left until she was sitting under the awning in front of the Broodhuis. the came awning. tawny as an autumn pear and weather blown as an old sail, which had served to shelter Antoine Macs from heat and rain through all tine years of his life.
 ''4o to the Madelaine. you will make mon. ey therr. .i'h your pretty blue eyes, Bebee. D peo,;- ;i,i.i said to her of late, but Bebee had shaken n.r head
 "h''f' -:'e had sat in her babyhood at An tniii@S i''i siie would sit 90 long as che sold flower III i'russelS-here. underneath the sha'!'f" "i tae tiothic towers that saw Ea. m,ut -i.
 Here i;'nse, from 5 years old, had been us'ti |" -it tssde him She knew all the pts'pis' ti.s. 'ii col,'ler who sat next her, and cti;ittered s!i day long like a magpie; the tinker who had come up many q summer night to drunk glass with Antoine; the Cheap John, who cheated everybody else. but who had always given her toy or trinket at every Fete Dieu all the summers she had known. the little old woman. sour e . crab, who sold rosaries and pictures of santa and little waxen Christs upon . tray; the big dogs who pulled the carts In, and Lay panting all day under the rush bottomed chairs on which the egg wives and the fruit sellers sat, and knitted and chanered; nay, even the gorgeous huissier and the frowninp gendarme, who marshaled the folks into or der as they went up for municipal rexistries, or for town misdemeanora She knew them ell; had known them ell ever since she had drst trotted In like . little dog at Antoiness heels
 So Bebee stayed there
 It is perhaps, the most beautiful square In all northern Europe, with It's black timbers and gilded carvings, and blazoned windows, and majestic scutcheons and fantastic pin nacles That Bebee did not know, but shs loved 1t. and she sat resolutely in front of the Bsoodhuis selling her flowers, smiling. chat ting. helping the old woman, counting her nttle gains, eating her bit of bread at noon day like any other market girl, but at times giancing up to the stately towers and the blue sky. with look on her face that made the old tinker and cobbler whisper together: What does she see there-the dead people or tho angels7
 The truth was that even Rebes herself did not know very surely what she saw-some- thing that was still nearer to her than even this kindly crowd that loved her. That was all she could have said had anybody asked her.
 But none did
 No one wanted to hear what the dead said: and for the angels, the tinker and the cobbler were of opinion that one had only too much or them sculptured about everywhere, and shining on all the casements-in reverence be it spoken, of course