Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-05-04
CHAPTER Y.

otnef treasures IN her drawer the next morn
ing, and taking her broom and pain to wash
down her little palace.
But centime day d great deal In Bra
bant, when one has not always enough foi
bare bread, and when, In long chill winter,
one must weave thread lace all through the
short daylight for next to nothing at all
Tor there are 20 many women In Brabant.
and every one Of them, young or old, car
mako lace, and II one do not like the pitifu
wage, ono may leave Il and 60 and
die, for what the master lace makers care OF
know; there will always be enough, many
moro than enough, to twist the thread round
the bobbins, and weave the bridal wells, and
the trains for the courts
And besides II can save centine ths
Varnhart children ought to have it," thought
Bebee, a. she swept the dust together II
was 20 selfish OF her to DO dreaming about q
pair Of stockings when those little things
often went for days on q stew Of nettlea
30 she looked ut her own pretty feet
pretty, and slender, and arched, rosy and
fair, and uncramped by the pressure Of
leather-and resigned her day dream with
brave heart, as she put up her broom and
went out to weed, and hoe, and trim. and
prune the garden that had been for once neg
lected the night before.
Zone could not move half 90 easily In
stockings" she thought with true philosophy,
a. she worked among the black, fresh, sweet
smelling mold, and kissed rose now and
then an she passed one.
When she got into the city that day, her
rush bottomed chair, which was always left
upside down, In case rain should fall In the
night, was set ready for her, and on its seat
was gay, gilded box, such as rich people
give away full of bonbona
Bebee stood and looked from the box to the
Broodhuis, from the Broodhuis to the bog
she glanced around, but no one had come
there 30 early as she, except the tinker, who
was busy quarreling with his wife and let
ting bis smelling Gre burn q hole In hi
breechea
"The box was certainly for her. since n
was set upon her chairr'-Bebee pondered
moment; then little by little opened tho lid.
Within, on q nest Of rose satin, were two
pair Of silk stockingsl--Real silk with tho
prettiest clocks worked up their sides in color
Bebee gave little scream, and stood still
the blood hot In her cheeks; no one heard her
the tinker's wife, who alone was near, having
just wished heaven to send a judgment on hei
husband, was busy putting out his smoking
stnau clothes. It is q way that women and
wives have, and they never see the batho.
Of II.
1ne place niied gradually.
Inc customary crowds gathered. The bust
ness Of the day began underneath the multi
tudinous tones Of the Ginning bells. Bebeef
business began, too; she put the box behind
her with beating heart and tied up hei
flowers.
1t was the fairies, OF courseI-but they had
never SET a rush oottomed chair on Its legs he
TORE and tnis action OF theirs frightened her.
~ was rather an empty morning. She sold
nttie' ana there was the more time to think.
ABOUT an nour aiteT noon q voice addressed
her:
nave you moro moss roses Tor me"
bebee looked up with smile, and found
s0me Twas ner companion OF tne cathedral.
nhe nao thought much OF the red shoes and
inc siiVer ciesps' put she had thought nothing
~ an OF him.
fou are not TOO proud to DO paid todayr
no said, giving her silver franc-he woald
not aiaru her win any more gold che
shanKen MN, ana slpped It IN her little
'eatnern poucn' ana went on sorting some
c.oVs p'nKS
"You do not seem to remember met" be
said, with little sadness.
"Oh, remember you" said Bebee, lifting
her frank eyes "But you know speak to so
many people, and they are all nothing to me-"
'Who Is anything to your II was softly
and insidiously spoken, but it ewoke no echo.
"VaTnhart's children" she answered him,
instantly. "And old Annemie by the wharf
side-and Tambour-and Antoincs grave
and the starling-and, Of course, above all,
the flowers"
"And the fairies, ] suppose1though they
do nothing for you"
Eha looked af him aaparlv
"They have done something today. Ihave
found box, and some stockings-such beau
tiful stockings! Silk onesl Is it not very
oddf
1T Is more odd they should have forgotten
you SO long May see themf'
Il cannot show them to you now. Those
ladies' are going TO buy. But you can see
them iater-n you wait"
WIZ wait and paint the broodhuis"
80 many people do that; you are painter
thenT
fes-in way"
he sat down on an edge OF the stall, and
spread his things there, and sketched, while
the traffic went around them He was very
many years Older than she, handsome, with
dafK' ana changefui, ana iis'1ess lace, he
wore brown velvet, and had a red ribbon at
MS throat, ne iooRed a httle as Egmont might
nave done when wooinG Claire
be''ee, as she sold the flowers and took the
change hity times IN the hour, glanced at
nm now ana then' and watched the move
ments OF Ills hands--she could not have told
why
He spoke TO her rarely, and sketched on and
on in rapid bold strokes tho quaint graces
and massive richness Of the Maison du Roi
Tho painter tooka long time Heset about
1t with the bold ease of one used to all the in
tricacies OF form and color, and he had the
skill of a master But he spent more than
half the time looking Idly at the hunors Of
the populace or watching how the treasures
of Rabaa's cardap want nwav nue by oua in