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

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little, thenr
"0h, ali day long. tor was % AFRAID { bad
hecn ungratefulr
That ; vuy prstty Of you Women are
nsvS grateful, my dear, except when they
are very III treated Mercury, whom ws
wers talking ol, gave them, among othsr
giftA dogS hcart.~
Bcbcs feit bewildercd; she did not reason
about Il. but tho idle, shallow, cynical touc
panied her by its levity and ~ unlikenca TO
the sweet, still, gray summer evening.
"why arc you In such hurryr be pur.
sued "Ths night b cool, and it b only
O'Clock I win walk part Of The way With
you
81 am In hurry because have AnnsmisS
patterns 10 do" aid Bcbee. glad that he
spoke Of thing that she knew how to an
swcr. "You No, AnncmisS hand shakes, and
her eyes are dim, and che priclu the pattern
all awry and never perceivcs it; it would
break her heart II one showed her %. but tho
Baes would not take them ~ they arc, they
are Of no uz at all. So prick them out
myself on fresh paper. and the Bses thinks
u Ia all her doing. and pays her the same
money, and she b quito content And a !
carry the patterns to and fro for her, be-
cnuso she cannot walk, II b easy TO cheat her
like that, and II is no harm to cheat %, you
know.n He was silent
"You are good little girl, Bcbec, can
scc," he said at last, with gravcr sound In
his voice "And who b this Anncmio for
whom you do 20 much--an old woman, sup
posor
"Oh, yes, quite old; Incredibly old. Hcr
man was drowned at sca sixty years ago, and
she watches for his brig still, night and morn
Ing"
"The dogs hearth No doubt ho boat ber.
and had wife In fifty other porta"
''Oh, no." said Debee, with little cry, -
though tho word against tho dead man hurt
her. "Shc has told mo SO much OF him He
was n good as good could bc and loved her
70. and between tho voyages they wcro 10
happy. Snrely that must have been dirty
years now, and she Is no sorry still, and still
will not believe that ho was drowned"
Ho looked down on her with q smile that
had certain pity In II
"Well, yes; there arc women like that,
believe. But bo very sure, my dear, ho beat
her OF the two, ono always holds tho whip
and uses it--tho other croucheA"
II do not understand" ;" said BobcN
"No--but you will"
~ win Whenr
Ho smiled again.
"Oh-to-morrow, perhaps, or next year
or when Fate fanciee."
"Or rathcr-whcn choose" no thought to
himself, and let his eyes rest with q certain
pleasure on tho littlo feet, that went beside
him In the grass, and tho pretty fair bosom
that showed ever and again, ~ the frills of
her linen bodice were blown back by the
wind and her own quick motion
Rot,<s, 1rokr<1 als nj ht,,, kc ,o,-vv
handsome, and looked 30 to hcr, after tho
broad blunt characterless fnccs Of tho Walloon
peasantry around her. lie walked with an
easy grace, no was clad In picture like vel
vets, ho had a beautiful poetic head. and eyes
like dccpbrown waters, and a face like ono
Of Jordaen's or Rcmbrandt's cavaliers In tho
galleries where she used to steal In Of Sun
day, and look up at tho paintings, and dream
Of what that world could bo In which those
people had lived
"You arc Of tho people Of Rubcs country,
are you notf' she asked him.
"Of what country, my dearr
"Of tho people that live In tho gold
frames,r said Bebee, quito seriously ''In
tho galleries, you know. ] know a charwo-
man that scrubs tho floors Of the Arcnberg
palace, and sho let's me In sometimes to look;
and you arc just like those great gentlemen
In tho gold frames, only you have not a hawk
and o sword, and they always havo used
to wonder whero they camo from, for they
arc not like any Of III ono bit, and the char
street OF tho Pot .l'Etain-always said, Dear
heart, they all belong 70 Rubcs' land--we
never SEQ their like nowadayx' But you
must como out Of Rubes' land, at least. I
think 10, do you notr'
Ho caught her meaning; ho know that
Rubcs was tho homely nbbroviation Of Ru.
bcns that oil tho Nctberlandors used, aud no
guessed tho idea that was reality to this little
lonely, fanciful mind
perhaps 1 do" no answered her with a
smile, for II was not worth bis while TO dis
abuse her thoughts Of any Imagination that
glorfled him to her. "Do you not want to
SEQ Rubcs' world, little onef To SEQ tho gold
and tho grandeur, and tho glitter Of II alb
mover to toll or get tircdf-always to mova
In a pageantf-always to live like tho hawks
In tho paintings you talk Of, with silver bells
hung round you, and hood all sewn with
pearlsr
''No," said Bebcc, simply. II should like
TO SEQ it--just TO SEQ II, ns ono looks through
grating into the kings grape houses hero
But should not Ike to live In II. Iloyo nv
hut and tho starting, and tho chickens, and
what would tho garden do without mef-and
tho children, and tho old Annemiel could
not anyhow, anywhere DO any happier than
am There II only one thing wish"
"And what Is thatr
ITO know something; not 10 DO 30 ignor.
ant. Just look ! can read a little, II Is truo;
my Hours, and tho letters, and when Krebs
brings In newspaper ! can read little OF Il
mot much. | know French well, because
Antoine was French himself and never did
talk Flemish to me, and they, being Neither
landers, casnot, Of course, read the news.
papers Mt all, and 80 think II very wonderful
indeed In mo But what want IL to know
things, TO know all about what was before
ever l was living. St. Gudule, uow--they
say 1t was built hundreds Of years before;
and Rubes, again-they say he was a painter
king In Antwerpen before tho Oldest, Oldest
woman like Annernie over began to count
timo am suro books will tell you all those
things, because SEQ tho students coming and
going with them; and when I saw onco ths
millions Of books In tho Rus du Museo asked
tho keeper what use they were for, and hs
said, To mako men wise, my DEAR But
Gringolre Bac, tho co5bler, who was with
mott was fete day-Bac, ho said, DO not
you believe that, Bebee; they only muddle
folks brains; for ono book tells them one
thing and another book another, and 90 on
till they arc dazed with all tho contrary lying;
and II you SEQ bookish man, DO sure you soc
a very poor creature, who could not hoe o
patch, or kill pig, or stitch an upper leather
were 1t ever So. But do not believe that
Bac said right. Did her
~ am not sure. On the whole, think Il
Is tho truest remark on literature l have
ever heard, and ono that shown great judg.
ment In Bac. Wellso
"Wel-sometimes, you know" said Bebec,
not understanding his answer, but pursuing
Der thoughts confdentially; sometimes tall
| like this to tho neighbors, and they laugh al