Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-22

 "What does she see, the angels or th. dead?" For she was alone, though she had so many friends Quite alone sometimes, for God haG been cruel to her. and had made her a larl without song When the sun faded and the beautiful case ments lost all glow and meaning, Bebee rose with a startled look-had she been dreaming was it nights-would the children be sorry and go supperless to bedl
 Have you rosebud left to sell to mer' 6 mans voice said not far off, it was low and sweet, as became the Sacltlment chapel Bebee looked up, she did not quite know what she saw; only dark eyes smiling into hers
 By the instinct of habit she sought in her basket and found three moss roses she held them out to him.
 ''l don't sell flowers here, but l will give them to you," she said, in her pretty, grave childish fashion.
 Il often want flowers" said the stranger as he took the buds Where do you sell yours-in the market2"
 "In the Grand place."
 Twill you tell me your name, pretty oneP 'l am Bebee"
 There were people coming into the church. The bells wero booming abovehead for yes perS, There was q shuttle of chairs and stir of feet Boys in white went to and fro lighting the candles. Great clouds of shadow drifted up into the roof and hid the angels. She nodded her little head to him.
 Good night, cannot stay. have a cake at home tonight, and the children are wait ing"
 'Ahl that is important, no doubt, indeed Will you buy some more cakes for the chil- dren from mef'
 He slid gold piece in her hand She looked at it in amaze. In the green lanes by Laeken no one ever saw gold Then she gave it him back
 II will not take money in church, nor any where, except what the flowers are worth Good night"
 He followed her and held back the heavy oak door for her and went out into the air with her
 It was dark already, but in the square there was still the cool, bright. primrose colored evening light.
 Bebee's wooden shoes went pattering down the sloping and uneven stones. Her little gray figure ran quickly through the deep shade cast from the towers and walls. Her dreams had drifted away She was thinking of the children and the cake
 "You are in such hurry because of the cakeI' said her new customer, as he followed her
 Bebee looked back at him with smile in her blue eyes
 'Yes. they will be waiting you know, and there are cherries, too.
 Mt is grand day with you thena'
 Ut is my fete day, 1 am l6."
 She was proud of this. She told it to the very dogs in the street.
 ''Ahl you feel old, dare sayr'
 "Oh, quite old They cannot call me a child any more"
 "Of course not; it would be ridiculous. Are these presents in your basket?'
 "Yes, every one of them" She paused a moment to lift the dead vine leaves and show him the beautiful shining red shoes. Look! old Grngolre gave me these. l shall wear them at mass next Sunday, 1 never had a pair of shoes in my life"
 But how will you wear shoes without stockingss"
 It was a snake cast into her Eden.
 She had never thought of it.
 Perhaps l can save money and buy some, she answered, after sad little pause But that l could not do till next year. They would cost several francs 1 suppose"
 Unless good fairy gives them to youa"
 
 her-relations indeed. She did not imagine that he spoke in jest
 "Sometimes pray very much and things come," she said, softly. "When the Gloire de Dijon was cut back too soon one summer, and never blossomed, and we all thought it was dead, prayed all day long for it, and never thought of anything else; and by au- tumn it was all in new leaf, and now its flow. CTS are finer than ever"
 But you watered it whilst you prayed, supposer'
 The sarcasm escaped her. She was wondering to herself whether 1t would be vain and wicked to pray for a pair of stockings: she thought she would go and ask Father Francis
 By this time they were in the Rue Royale, and half way down it The lamps were lighted. A regiment was marching up with band playing The windows were open and people were laughing and singing in some of them. The light caught the white and gilded fronts of the houses The pleasure seeking crowds loitered along in the warmth of the evening. .-.- Bebee, suddenly reused from her thoughts by the loud challenge of the military music, looked round on the stranger, and motioned him back
 "Sir-I do not know you-why should you come with met Do not do it. please. You make me talk, and that makes me late" And she pushed her basket further on her arm, and nodded to him, and ran ofR-as heetly as hare through fern-among the press of the people
 "To-morrow, little one," he answered her with a careless smile, and let her go unpur- sued Above, from the open easement of a cafe, some young men and some painted women leaned out, and threw sweetmeats at him, as in carnival time
 "A new model-that pretty peasants' they asked him.
 He laughed in answer, and went up the roses as he went, and trod on them, and did not wait.
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