Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-28
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 as Bebee was, would never have lighted her own candle; but even Psyche would not have borrowed any one elses lamp to tighten the love darkness
 To Ic5cc he Ns,5 sacred, unapproachable un1uestionable; he was wonderful perfect happiness that had fallen into her life: he was a gift of God. as the sun was
 She took his going and coming as she took that of the sun; never dreaming of reproach- ing his absence, never dreaming of asking if in the G9,pty night he shone on any other worlds than hers.
 It was hardly so much faith with her as an instinct; faith must reason ere it know itself to be faith. Bebee never reasoned any more than her roses did
 The good folks in the market place watched her little anxiously; they thought ill of that little moss rose that every day found it's way to one wearer only; but after all they did not see much, and the neighbors nothing at all. For he never went home to her. nor with her, and most of the time that he spent with Be bee was in the quiet evening shadows, as she went up with her empty basket through the deserted country roads.
 Bebee was all day long ill the city, indeed, other girls were but with her it had al ways been different. Antoine had always been with her up to the day of his death; and after his death she had sat in the same place, surrounded by the people she had known from infancy, and an insult to her would have been answered by a stroke from the cobbiei''s strap or from the tinker's hammer. There was one girl only who ever tried to do her any harm-a good looking, stout wench, who stood at the corner of the Montague de la Cour with a stall of fruit ill the summer time, and in winter time drove milk cart over the snow. This girl would get at her sometimes and talk of the students, and tell her how good it was to get out of the town on holiday, and go to any one of the viii lages where there was K SSSi.nesSe and dance, and drink the little blue wine, and have trinkets bought for one, and come homesin the moonlight in char-a-blanc, with the horns sounding, and the lads singing, and the ribbons flying from the old horses ears
 ''She is such a little close sly thing!' thought the fruit girl sulkily. To vice, inno- cence must always seem only superior kind of chicanery.
 "We dance almost every evening, the chil dren and l." Bebee had answered when urged fifty times by this girl to go to fairs and balls at the wineshops. That does just as well. And I have seen Kermesso once at Malines-it was beautiful Iwent with Mere Dax, but it cost a great deal I know, though she did not let me pay"
 "You little fool!' tho fruit girl would say, and grin, and eat pear.
 But the good honest old women who sat about in the Grande place hearing, had d. ways taken the fruit girl to task when they got her by herself.
 Leave tho child alone, you mischievous one," said they. Be content with being base yourself Look you, Lisette-she is not one like you to make eyes at the law students, and poster the painter lads for days outing. Let her be, or we will tell your mother how you leave the fruit for the gutter children to pick and thicve, while you are stealing up the stairs into that young French fellows cham Der. Oh, oh. fine beating you will get when she knows!'
 Lisette'S mother was fierce and strong old Brabantoise, who exacted heavy reckoning with her daughter for every single plum and | peach that she sent out of her dark sweet smelling fruit shop to be stunned in the streets and under the students love glances. So the girl took heed, and let Bebee alone. What should want her to come with us for?" she reasoned with herself. ''She is twice as pretty as 1 ana; Jules might take to her instead-who knows?'
 So that she was at once savage and yet | triumphant when she saw, as she thought | Bebee drifting down the high flood of tempta- | tion.
 'Oh, oh, you dainty one!' she cried one day to her. ''So you would not take the nuts l and mulbeTries that do for us common folk | because you had mind for fine pine out of the hothouses? That all was ita En- we'll Il do not begrudge you. Only take care: remember, the nuts and mulberries last through summer and autumn, and there are heaps of them on every fair stall and street corner; but the pine-that is eaten ill day, one spring time, and its like does not grow in the hedges. You will have your mouth full | of sugar an hour-and then, oh!-you will go | fanished all the year."
 "I do not understand" said Bebee, looking up, with her thoughts far away, and scarcely hearing the words spoken to her.
 "Oh, pretty little fool. you understand we'll enough" said Lisettc, grinning, as she rubbed up melon. "Does he give you fine thingss You might let me see!'' l (Na ANN