Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-23
The little tender. honest heart of her was troubled and oppressed For once that night she slept ill
CHAPTER VI

All the next day she sat under the yellow awning, but she sat alone
 It was market day. there were many strangers Flowers were in demand The copper pieces were ringing against ono another all the hours through in her leathern bag The cobbler was in such good humor that he forgot to quarrel with his wife The fruit was ill such plenty that they gave her a leaf full of white and red entrants for her monday dinner And the people split their sides at the Cheap Johns jokes he was so droil No one saw the leaks in his kettles or the hole in his bellows or the leg that was lack ing in his milking stool
 Everybody was gay and merry that day But Bebee's blue eyes looked wistfully over the throng and did not find what they sought Somehow the day seemed dull. and the square empty
 When the day was done Bebee gave quick sigh es she looked across the square, She had wanted to tell him that she was not un- grateful. ard she had a little moss rose ready, with sprg of swoetbrier, and a tiny spray of maiden hair fern that grew under the will lows, which she tad kept covered up with
 leaf of sycamore all the day long. No one would have it now
 The child went out of the place sadly. as the carillon rang There was only the moss rose in her basket. and the red and white entrants that had been given her for her dinner, She went along the twisting. many colored. Quaintly fashioned streets. till she came to the water side. Bebee was fond of watching the brigs and barges, that looked so big to her. with their national flags flying and their tall masts | standing thick as grass, and their tawny sails 1 Tapping in the wind, and about them the | sweet. strong smell of that strange unknown | thing. the sea
 But this dull day Bebee did not go down | upon the wharf, she did not want the sailors
 tales. she saw the masts and bits of bunting
 that streamed from them and they made her
 restless, which they had never done before
 Instead she went in at dark old door and
 climbed up a steep staircase that went up
 and up, as though she were mounting St | Gudue's belfry towers, and at the top of 1t
 entered a little chamber in the roof, where
 one square unglazcd hole that served for light | looked out upon the canal, with all its
 crowded craft, from the dainty schooner
 yacht, fresh as gliding and holystone could | make her. that was running for pleasure r.
 the Scheldt, to the rude, clumsy coal barr
 black as night, that bore the rough diamon 1 of Belgium to the snow buried roofs of Chr!.,
 tiania and Stromstad
 In the little dark attic there was a very
 old woman in a red petticoat and a high cap.
 who sat against the window, and pricked out
 lace patterns with pin on thick paper She
 was s5 years old, and could hardly keep body
 and soul together,
 Bebee. running to her. kissed her.
 "Oh, mother Annemie. look here! Beauti- fui red and white entrants. and roll,
 saved them for you. They are the first cur
 rants we have seen this year Me9 oh, for
 me, have eaten more than are goodl You
 know 1 pick fruit like a sparrow, always.
 Dear mother Annemie, are you betterf Ara
 unife a better tOt1avT
 The little old withered woman, brown as a
 walnut and meager as a rush, took the CUT rants, and smiled with childish glee, al:d } began to eat them, blessing the child with } each crumb she broke off the bread. Why had you not grandmother of your
 own, my little onef she mumbled How good you would have been to her, Bebee!'
 "Yes," said Bebee, seriously. but her mind , could not grasp the idea. It was easier roI her to believe the fanciful lily percentage o1
 Antoine's stories How much work nave ) you done, Annemies Oh. all thats All that ' But there is enough for week. You wort too early and too late. you dear Anneme " ) May, Bebee, when one has to get one! t bread that cannot be. But am afraid my ' eyes are failing That rose, now is it wei 9 doneF'
 ) Beautifully done Would the Baes tak' take them if they were nott You know he one that cuts every centinle ill four pieces "Ahl sharp enough, sharp enough that
 true. But am always afraid of my eyes t do not see the flags out there so well as use< 4 to do"
 e Because the sun is so bright. AnneInie Il that is all 1 myself, when 1 have been sit ting all day in the Place i'll the light, tn 5 flowers look pale to me- And you know it
 not age with me, Annemie."
 The old woman and the young girl laughe ' together at that droll idea.
 "You have q merry heart, dear little one, O said old Annemie "The saints keep it to 70 s s's always"
 U U May l tidy the room littlea'' " ITO be sure, dear, and thank you too. Il have not much time, you see and somehe'
 my back aches badly when stoop." |. And it is so damp here for you. over d o that water" said Bebee as she swept an 's dusted and set to rights the tiny place, an 5 put in little broken pot few sprays ( le honeysuckle and rosemary that she ha II brought with her Ut is so damp herr 7' You should have come and lived in my hy .s with me. Annerne, and sat out under the win Ss all day, and looked after the chickens fc me when l was in the town. They are sue 10 mischievous little souls, as soon as my bac 'o is turned one or other is sure to pus
 through the roof, and get out among tt 'o dowerbedS Will you never change you mind, and live with me. Anremief ] am SUI ,. y you would be happy, and the starling say ss your name quite plain, and he is such funn oo bird to talk to, you never would tire of hin le Will you never conie' It is SO bright ther 0I and green and sweet smelling. and to thin 0i you never even have seen itl-and the swar 'N and all-it Is a shame"
 No dear" said old Annenle. ea:iir, n' X last bunch of entrants, 'NGu have said I,, so often, and you are good and n,c:la 1t, tn; y l know But could not leave the water =, % would kill me Out of this window. you kno,
 l saw my Jeannot's brig go away ~-aws ,, -away-till the masts were lost in the mist - Going with iron to Norway, the Fle,
 d'Epine of this town. a good ship. al S 's a sure, and her mate, and as proud as mig ns be, and with little blest Mary in les lu round his throat. She was to be ba' As in port in eight months, bringing timbe j. Eight months-that brought Easter tim 'e, But she never came Never. never neve s'a eu you know. I sat here watching them con