Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-06
CHAPTER XVI.

Then ne LOOK her 10 Qlne at one or the wooden cafes under the trees. There was little sheet of water in front of it, and gay garden around There was balcony and wooden stairway; there were long trellised arbors, and little white tables, and great rose bushes, like her own at home. They had an arbor all to themselves; O cool sweet smelling bower of green, with glimpse of scarlet from the flowers of some twisting beans.
 They had meal the like of which she had never seen; such huge melon in the center of 1t, and curious wines, and coffee or cream in silver pots, or what looked like silver to her-"just like the altar vases in the church." she said to herself.
 ''If only tho Varnhart children were here!" shc cried; but he did not echo the wish.
 It was just sunset. There was & golden glow on the little bit of water. On the other side of the garden some one was playing a guitar. Under lime tree some girls were swinging, crying Higherl higher at each toss.
 In longer avenue of trellised green, at q long table, there was noisy party of students and girls of the city; their laughter was mel lowed by distance as it came over the breadth of the garden, and they sang, with fresh, shrill Flemish voices, songs from an opera bouffe of La Monnaie.
 It was all pretty, and gay, and pleasant.
 There was everywhere about an air of light hearted enjoyment. Bebee sat with won derins look iii her wide opened eyes, and all the natural instincts of her youth, that were ikc curled up fruit buds in her, unclosed softly to the light of joy.
 ''Is life always like this in your Rubes' land9' she asked him; that vague, far away country of which she never asked him any thing moro definite, and which yet was so clear before her fancy.
 "Yes," he made answer to her. ''Only- instead of those leaves, flowers and pome- granates; and in lieu of that tinkling guitar, 0 voice whoso notes are esteemed like kings jewels; and in place of those little greer arbors, great white palaces, cool and still with ile1 woods and orange groves and sap phire seas beyond them. Would you like tc come there, Bebee!-and wear faces such as you weave, and hear singing and laughter all night long, and never work any more in the mold of the garden, or spin any more a, that tiresome wheel, or go any more out iu tue wind, and the rain and the winter mud to the market"
 Bebee listened, leaning her round elbows or the table, and her warm cheeks on her hands as 0 child gravely listens to fairy story. But tho sumptuous picture, and the sensuou phrase he had chosen, passed by her." It is of no use to tempt the little chaffinc} of the woods with ruby instead of a cherry Tho bird is made to feed on the brown berries on the morning dews, on the scarlet hips O roses and tho blossoms of the wind tosset pear boughs; the gem, though it be a mon nrch's, will only strike hard and tastelcss oi its beak.
 '1 would like to see it all," said Bebee | Eausingly, trying to follow out her thoughts But as for the garden work and the spinning T T l dono it all my life; and 1 do not think should l care to wear lace-it would tear very soon one would be afraid to run; and do you see know how it is made-all that lace. I knov how blind the eyes get over 1t, and how tn | hearts ache; know how the old womel starve, and the little children cry; knov that there is not Q sprig of it that is no stitched with pain; the great ladies do no think, dare say, because they have neve worked at it or watched the others; but have. And so, you see, think if wore it should feel sad, and if nail caught on it should feel as if it were tearing the flesh o my friends. Perhaps I say it badly-but tha is what feel"
 You do not say it badly-you speak well for you speak from the heart," he answere her, and felt a tinge of shame that he ha tempted her with the gold and purple of
 baser world than any that she knew.
 And yet you want to see new landsF' b pursued What is it you want to see theres
 ''Ah, quite other things than these, erie Bcbee, still leaning her cheeks on her hands ''That dancing and singing is very pretty an merry, but it is just as good when old Claud fiddles and the children skip. This wine, yo tell me, is something very graat--but fires milk is much nicer, think. It is not thes kind of things want-I want to know Q about the people who lived before us; wan