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

would come cut Of ths peach nower ruuy q
tho wall there, NE b the lIt&ls hut; an5cae
the neighbors; sleepy and safs and souI1sD-
u no let her alone
II be stayed and saw her on The morFow -
knew, too, the end a. surely = b. hnew ~
tho branch Of white pear blossom WHOA =
carelessneD be bad Knocked down wieh
stone on the gras yonder, would fads in ~
night and would never bring forth IL sWes4
simple fruit In tho sunshine
To leave the peach flower TO come 10 a.
turity and be plucked BY . peasant-os -
pull down the pear blossom and ride the budoe
Carelessly and lsnguidly be balanced ~
question with himself, whilst Bebee. forgetful
Of the lace patterns and the flight Of the hour4
stood looking at him with anxious and plead
ing eyes, thinking only-was be angry again,
or would no really bring her the bouin an6
mako her wise. and let bcr know The storl0 q
tho pasti
"tihall $50 you tomorrow she said ~
fully.
Should shef-if be lsft the peach bsupru
safo on tho wall, Jeannot tho wood cutter
would como BY and by and gather the fruit
II ho left the clod Of earth In it, passurS
with all It, daisies untouched, this black
browed young peasant would cut Il round
with his hatchst and carry Il to his wickr
cayc that tho homciy brown Iark of his love
might sing to II some stupid wood note und9
cottage cavc
Tho sight Of the strong young forsstsr 60
Ing over the darkcncd ilelds againss the dun
red skies was feather that snfiics to sway
to ono side a balance that hangs On . hair.
lie had bccn inclined to leave her alcus
when he INV In bis fancy the Glenn, simple,
mindless, honest life that her fanciful girls
ia.
60 ON. But when In tho figure Of tho wood.
man there was painted visihly on The duaky
sky that end for her which ho had foresseG,
DO was not Indifferent to IL; no resented 10;
he was stirred to vague desire to rsndsr q
impossible
II Jeannot bad not gono BY acrcss IL
folds no would have left her and 1t be-
alono from that night thcnceforward, . q
wus--
Good night, Bcbce,r he said to her. ITO
morrow wio finish tho Brooihuis and bring
you your FIRST book. Do not dream 10 much
or you will prick your laco patterns al awry.
Good night, pretty ona~
Then he turned and went back through III
green dim lanes to the city
Bebce stood moment looking after him,
with happy smilc. thcn sho picked up thl
fallcn peach bough and ran homo - fast =
her feet would tako her.
That night she worked very latc watsrine
her nowers, and trimming them. and thea
ironing out little clean white cap for III
morrow, and then dtting down under IN
open lattice 10 prick out all old Annsmiet
dcsigns by the strong light Of the full nsooe
that flooded her hut with its radiance
But she sang all the time that she worksd,
and tho gay, pretty, worthless Npies noate6
across tho wator and across the iielda, and
woke some old people In their bsds - thsy
lay With their windows open, and they turned
and crossed thomsslves, and said, "lSsas
hcarti-this b tho eve Of the ascension. and
the angels are ~ near We henr thcm.r
But II was no angel; only ths thing that
b nearer heaven than anything elss--A utt1s
human heart that h happy and Innocent
Bebeo had only ono sorrow that night
Tho peach bloasoms were all dead -and ~
care could call them hack even tor IN housh
blooming.
He did not think whom ho struck than
down." sho said tO hersclf, regretfuily.