Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-04-27
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Whose ssts day hsd ever begun IKE th,.
one of bessp
She vas little pces at heart, and should uc<
have cared for such vanitics; but when ono 4
only t6 and has only little rough WOODEN
froct. and sits In the market place or the
lace rum. will, other girls around, how
should one be altogether Indifferent 10 q
broad. embossed, beautiful shield of silver
that Tnrkied with each step one tookt
A quarter Of IN hour Idle thus was ali.
however. that Dcebe or her fricnds could
spare al seci,rk on summer morning, wncn
the city was waiting for its eggs, it, honey,
It's flowers, It's crcam aud its butter. and
Tanlpcr was shaking his leather haruess In
hntnticncc 10 bc on with his milk cans
So l'eebe, all holiday though u was, and
eer.snc though she felt herself, ron indoors,
put up her cakes and cherries, cut her two
baskctfuls out Of tho garden. locked her hut.
and went on her quick and happy little feet
along tho grassy paths toward tho city.
The sorting and tying up Of the flowers she
always left until she was citing under the
awning In front Of the Broodhuis, tho same
awning, tawuy a. an autumn pear and
weather blown ~ an old sail, which had
served 10 shelter Antoine Macs from heat and
rain through all the years Of his life
Go TO tho Madclaine; you will make mon.
ey there. with your pretty blue eyes, Bcbec,"
people had said to her OF latc; but Bet,ce had
shaken her head
Where shc had sat In her babyhood at An.
toines feet she would dt 80 long as shc sold
flowers In Brussels--hcre, underneath the
shadow Of tho Gothic towers that saw Eg,
mont die.
Hero Bcbcc, from years old, had been
USED to sit beside him She knew all the
pcople-thc oil cobbler. who sat next her. and
chattcrcd all day long like magpie, tho
tinker, who had como up many q summer
night to drink a glass with Antoine, the
Cheap John, who cheated everybody else,
but who had always given hor toy or
trinket at every Fcte Dicu all tho summers
sho had known; the littlo old woman. sour as
crab, who sold rosarics and pictures Of
saints, and little waxcn Christs upon tray,
tho big dogs who pulled tho carts In, and lay
painting all day under tho rush bottomcd
chairs on which the egg wives and tho fruit
sellers sat, and knitted and chafferet, nav,
even tho gorgeous huissicr and the frowning
gendarmc, who marshaloi tho folks into or
der Us they went up for municipal rcgistrics,
or for town misdcmcanors She knew them
all had known them all ever since she had
first trottcd In like little dog at Antoines
heels
So Bebco stayed there
IL Is, perhaps, tho most beautiful square In
all northern Europe, with It's black tmbers
and gilded carvings, and blazoned windows,
and majestic scutcheons, and fantastic pin
naclcs That Bcbce did not know, but slio
loved IL, and she sat rcsolutely In front Of tho
Brvodhuis, selling her flowers, smiling, chat
ting, helping tho old woman, counting her
little gains. eating hcr bit OF bread at noon.
day like any other market girl, but at times
glancing up to tho stately towers and tho
blue sky, with look on her face that made
the old tinker and cobblcr whisper together,
what docs she SEQ thcro--the dead people or
the angcsr
The truth was that even Bcbce herself did
not know very surely what she saw--some
thing that was still nearer to her than oven
this kindly crowd that loved her That was
all she could have said had anybody asked
her.
But mono did
No one wanted to hear what the dead said;
and for tho angels, tho tinker and the cobbier
were Of opinion that one had only too much
Of them sculptured about everywhere, and
shining on all tho casements--in reverence be
Il spoken. Of course