Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-02-08

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English FL 60 to - her, II | put my hand
On my hears and weep. she viii jeer at mas
but If wait and work for her IN silence, TIN
shs win believe He made parior for hr
In the roori above his shop. and every week,
q be bad time and money, be went out 20
chooss some ornament for il His maiden
sister watched these actions with suspicion,
threw scornful looks at him when be observed
her watchfulness, and lent q kindly helping
hand when be WIS out Of sight The parlor
grew into q shrine ready for its divinity. and
the hair dresser worked and waited in silence.
All, how many another lover has made his
mistake, As if love unexpressed and IN
known had power to bless any but the heart
Of the lover
Meanwhile the girl also waited She could
not go back to the hair dressers shop lest she
should seem to invite a renewal Of those at
tentious which had given her the sweet sur
rAse Of the JOY Of love. The law Of her
wo:nan's nature stood like a hon In the path.
She waited through the months of the dreary
winter till the one CLEAN Of sunshine which
had come into her sad young life had faded,
till the warmth it had kindled in her heart
died-as lamps flame dies for lack Of oil;
died-as dower dies in the drought; died
into anger for the man who had disturbed her
peace; and when she thought she cared for
him no more she went again to get her hair
cut.
You have come said Saintou; but the
very strength of his feeling made him grave.
Good gracious, yes. have come TO have
my hair cut You would not cut il " hen l
was here, and | have been very poorly these
three months | could not come out, so the
other day | had my sister cut it of Ny
father wanted to send for you, but l said
no. and oh. my it looks just as if a don
key had come behind and mistaken it for
hay"
How quickly q train of thought can flash
through the brain! Saintou asked himself if
he loved the girl or the hair, and his heart
answered very sincerely that the hair, divine
as it was, had been but the outward sign
which led him to love the inward soul Of the
girl
"Mademoiselle ought not to have said no.
should have come very willingly and would
have cut your hair if had known it must be
80"
II made my sister cut it, but it's frightful
1t looks as if one had tried to NOW q lawn
with pair of scissors or shear a sheep with .
penknife."
Il will make all that right" said Saintou
soothinsly; Il will make it all right. Just
in a moment | will make i: very nice"
Yes, it was too true, the hair was gone;
and very barbarously had it been handled.
II shall MAKE it all right" he said cheerfully.
II shall trim it beautifully for mademoiseie.
All, the beautiful color is there ell the same"
"As red as a sunset or . geranium," she
said
You do not believe that" sighed Saintou.
He trimmed the hair very tcnderly, and
curled it about the white face, till it looked
like a great fair marigold just beginning to
curl in the petals for the night. He worked
slowly, for he had something he wanted to
say, and when his work was done he sum
moned up courage and said it. He told her
his hopes and fears He told the story
blunderingly enough, but it had its effect.
mon Dieu!' said Saintou, but he said it in
tone that made his sister, who was listening
to every word through the door, leave that
occupation and dart in to his assistance
"Qu'elle est morte," was her brief, stern
comment. And SO it was. The bakers
daughter had felt, and she had died
This is not wholly unexpected, +" said the
baker sadly, when he came to carry away
the corpse Of his daughter. I'VE all expected
it," said the neighbors, "she had heart dis
ease" And they talked their fill, and never
discovered the truth it would have pleased
them best to talk about.
The short hair curled softly about the face
Of the dead girl as she lay in her coffin, and
Saintou paid heavily for masses for her sweet
soul. When they had laid her in the church
yard he came home and took the key and
went into the little parlor all alone. She had
never seen it. She had never even heard of
1t. 1t is sad to bury baby that is deal; it
Is sadder, if We but knew it, to bury in dark
ness and silence a child that has never lived
A joy that has gone from us forever is
jewel that trembles like tear on Sorrows
breast, but the brightest stars in her diadem
are the memorieso of hopes that have passed
away unrealized and untold All well, per-
haps the gay trappings of the little room, by
their daily influence on his life, drew him
nearer to heaven. He gave the key to his
sister afterward. and they used the room us
their own; but that day he locked himself in
alone, and, hiding his lace in the cushion Of
her dainty chair he weps as only . strong
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