Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-09
CHAPTER XX1ll.


 1t was dark. The May days are short in the north lands of the Scheldt.
 Shc had her little winter cloak of frieZe and her wooden shoes and her little white cap, with tho sunny curls ripping out of it in their pretty rebellion. She had her little lantern, too; and her bundle; and she had put few fresh egge in her basket with some sweet herbs and the pal;a sheaf that Father Francis had blessed last Easter-for who could tell, she thought, how i'll he might not be, or how poori
 She hardly gave look to the hut as she ran by its garden gate; all her heart was on ill front, ill the vague far off country where ae lay sick unto death
 She ran fast through the familiar lanes into the city. She was not very sure where Paris waS, but she had the name clear and firm and she knew that people were always coming Snd going thence and thither so that she had fear she should net find it.
 She went straight to the big busy, -bewild- ering place ill the Leopold quarter where the iron horses fu,ned every day and night along the iron ways She had never been there before, but she knew it was by that great
 
 on. and she knew that it would carry people also we'll
 There were bells changing, lights flashing, and crowds pushing and shouting as she ran up-a little gray figure, with the lantern spark glimmering like any tiny glow worm astray in gas lit city.
 ITO Paris! she asked, entreatingly, gSrg where she saw others going, to little grated wicket in a wall
 "Twenty-seven francs-quick they de- manded of her.
 Bebee gave a great cry, and stood still, trembling md trying not to sob aloud She had never thought of money; she had forgot ten that youth and strength and love and willing feet and piteous prayers-all went for nothing as this world is made
 A hope flashed on her, and glad thought. She loosed the silver buckles and held them out.
 Would you take theses They are worth much more"
 There was derisive laughter; some one bade her with an oath begone; rough shou!- ders jostled her away. She stretched her arms out piteously.
 Take mech, pray take me! I will go with the sheep, with the cattle-only, only take mer'
 But in the rush and roar none needed her; some thief snatched the silver buckles from her hand, and made off with them and was lost in the throng; great iron beast rushed by her, snorting flame and believing smoke; there was 0 roll like thunder, and all was dark; the night express had passed on its way to Paris. Bebee stood still, crushed for moment with the noise and the cruelty and the sense of absolute desolation; she scarcely noticed that the buckles had been stolen; she had only one thought-to get to Paris "Can l never go without moneya" she asked at the wicket; the man there glanced a moment, with touch of pity, at the little wistful face.
 'The least is twenty francs-surely you must know thatY' he said, and shut his grat- ing with O clang
 Bebee turned away and went out of tho great. cruel, tumultuous place; her heart ached and her brain was giddy but tho sturdy of her nature rose to need. There is no way at all to go without money to Paris, suppose?" she asked of en | old woman whom she knew a little, who sold | nuts and little pictures of saints and wooden | under the trees in the avenue hard by.
 Tho old woman shook her head
 "EhHno, dear. There is nothing to be done anywhere in the world without money. Look, cannot get litro of nuts to sell un- less pay beforehand"
 "Would it be far to walka"