Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-02

"Oh!-women, tiresome enough; if 1 had seen you, I would have dropped you some fruit Poor little Bebee! Did you go by, and I never knewa'
 "You were laughing''-
 "Was IF"
 ''Yes, and they were beautiful!'
 "In their own eyes; not ill mine."
 'Nor'
 She stopped her spinning and gazed at him with wistful, wondering eyes. Could it be that they were not beautiful to him2 those deep red, glowing sun basked dahlia f1owers2 Do you know," she said very softly, with flush of penitence that came and went, ''when I saw them I hated them; I confessed it to Father Francis next day. You seemed so content with them, and they looked so gay and glad there-and then the jewels! Some how, seemed to myself such little thing, and so ugly and mean. And yet do you know"-
 And yet-wall!'
 They did not look to me good-those wo- men," said Bebee thoughtfully, looking across at him in depreciation of his possible anger. 'sThey were great people, l suppose, and they appeared very happy; but though l seemed nothing to myself after them, still I think l would not change"
 "You are wise without books, Bebee."
 'Oh, no-I am not wise at all only feel. And give me books; oh, pray, give me books! You do not know; will learn so fast-and l will not neglect anything, that l promise. The neighbors and Jeannot say that shall let the flowers die, and the hut get dirty, and never spin or prick Annemie's patterns; but that is untrue. will do all, just as have done, and more too, if only you will give me things to read for I do think when one is happy one ought to work more-not less"
 But will these books make you happy? If you ask me the truth, 1 must tell you-no. You are happy as you are, because you know nothing else than your own little life; for ig- norance is happiness, Bebee, let sages, ancient and modern, say what they will. But when you know little, you will want to know fnore; and when you know much you will want to see much also, and then-and then the thing will grow-you will be no longer content. That is, you will be unhappy"
 Bebee watched him with wistful eyes,
 Perhaps that is true No doubt it is true, if you say it. But you know all the world seems full of voices that hear, but that cannot understand; it is with me as I should think it is with people who go to foreign countries and do not know the tongue that is spoken when they land; and it makes mo un- happy, because l cannot comprehend, and so the books will not make me moro so, but less. And as for being content-when 1 thought you were gone away out of the city, last night, I thought 1 would never be able to pray any more, because I hated myself, and I almost hated the angels, and I told Mary that she was cruel, and she turned her face from me-as it seemed, forever"
 She spoke quise quietly and simply, spin ming as she spoke, and looking across at him with earnest eyes, that begged him to believe her. She was saying the pure truth, but she did not know tho force or the meaning of that truth.
 He listened with a smile; it was not new to him; he knew her heart much better than she knew it herself, but there was an unconscious ness, and yet strength, in the words that touched him though.
 He threw the leaves away, irritably, and told her to leave off her spinning.
 'Some day I shall paint you with that wheel as painted the Broodhuis. Will you let me, Bebee?'
 "Yes"
 She answered him as she would have an swered if he had told her to go on pilgrimage from one end of the Low Countries to the other.
 ''What were you going to do today?''
 II am going into the market with the flow CTS; go every day"
 "How much will you make?"
 1.-TWO or three francs, if I am lucky"
 And do you never have hoiday?'
 "Oh, yes; but not often, you know, because it is on the fete days that the people want the most flowers"
 "But in the wintera" "Then work at the lace"
 Do you never go into the woods?'
 "I have been, once or twice; but it loses 8 whole day"
 "You are afraid of not earninge' "Yes. Because am afraid of owing peo pie anything"
 "Well, give up this one day, and we will make holiday. The people are out; they vii not know. Come into the forest, and we vii dine at cafe in the woods; and we will be a: poetic as you like, and will tell you Q tale oi one called Eosalind, who pranked herself il boys attire, all for love, in the Ardenne country wonder. Come, it is the very day for the forest; it will mako me a lad again a Meudon, when the ilacs were in bloom. Poo Parisl Come"
 Do you mean its'
 The color was bright in her face, her hear was dancing, her little feet felt themselve already on tho fresh green turf.
 She had no thought that there could be an, harm in it. She would have gone with Jean not or old Bac.
 "Of course mean it. Come. was goin, to Mayence to see the Magi and Van Dyck' Christ We will go to Soignies instead, am study green leaves. will paint your face b sunlight. It is the best way to paint you You belong to the open air. So should Gret chen; or how else should she have the blu sky in her eyesf' ...=
 But have only wooden shoes!'
 Her face was scarlet as she glanced at he feet; he who had wanted to give her the sil stockings-how would he like to be seen wall ing abroad with those two clumsy, caatterine work-a-day, little sabotsa ''Never mind. My dear, in my time hay had enough of satin shoes and of silver gil To be continued. TT, FS HOTET,