The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-06-26


English:
Good morning, Parssn North"
"And ManzeAe Lncflie9"
"Ah. just the sas1se, my Godt, Allthe day
stare-ssare Eygu had known rher before
is an affection, but I think she loves the
dewerss"
nashepsrson rode on with LUMP in
his thnoat.
So two years, passed, during which
MademOiselie HsnEietse TILED her garden
anq tayned iti into = pare&tse. There were
whitesFosassDn the south wala.>an in the
beds nljgnoHstee and beyas.io re; pansies,
carnations, ggly flowers, sweet Williams,
and flaming great hoIIyheeks; above all,
the monkey blossoms that throTe 30 well
in the nnarshy soil And al that while no
enc had oalagkt so much as & glimpse Of
her sister Lucille. Also how they lived
wRs marvel The-oattzndishlady bought
neither Gsh. asr butchers u1sat, nor bread.
To besuEs, the psrsonssent down pint Of
milk every morning from his dairy; the
can wasleft at the garden gate and fetched
at noon, when it was always found neatly
scrubbed, with4she prise Of tho milk in
side Besides. there was a plenty of Vege-
tables in the garden
But this was net enough to avert the
whisper of witchcraft. And one day,
when PaFsoR North had ridden of TO the
wrestling matches at Exeter, the blow fell
Farmer Anthony of Cafne- great-gPand-
father of the present faEmer-had been
losing sheep. Now,noVe man IN the.neigh.
bsPhood would own toshaving ssoionthem,
so what soeasy to suspect as witchcraft?
Who So fatally open toEsuspicien as the
two outaaadish sisters? Men, wives and
children formed a procession.
The month was July; and Nile. Henriette
was out in the garden, "a bunch OF monkey
flowers in her hand, when they arrived
She TUNED ala white and began to tremble
like aaeaf. Bot when SheSpokesman stated
the chargethere was another tale
ut was an infasny. Steal2 She would
have them know that she and her sister
were of good West Indian family-tres
biep eleVees." Then followed torrent of
epithets. They were laches-poltrons. Why
were they not fighting BonapaFse instead
of sending their wives up to the cliffs
dressed in red clcaks DO scarezhim away,
while they bullied weak women
held two rooms on the sground floor. In
the kitchen, which they searched first, they
found only some garden stuff and few
snaiis sailed in a pan. There was door
leading toxthe inner room, and the fore
most had his hand on it when Mile. Hen
riette rushed before him and flung himself
at his feet. The yellow monkey blossoms
were scattered and, trsmpled on the floor.
"Ah-Don. non, messieursI Je vous priel
Ellie est si-ti horriblep'
They flung her down and pushed on.
The invalid sister lay in an arm chair
with her back to the doorway bunch of
monkey flowers beside her. AS they burst
in she started, laid both bands on the arms
Of her chair and turned her face slowly
upon them.
She was leper.
They gave one look at the featureless
face, with the white scales shining upon it,
and ran back with their arms lifted before
their eyes. One woman screamed. Then
dead stiffness fell on the place and the
cottage was empty.
On the following Saturday Parson North
walked down to the inn, just ten minutes
after sta1ling his mare. He STROBE into the
tap room in his muddy boots, took two
men by the neck, knocked their skulls to-
gether, and then demanded to hear the
truth
VERY we'll" he said, on hearing the
tale; tomorrow l march every man Jack
of you up to the valley, if it's by the scruff
of your necks, and in the presence of both
of those l2dies-of both, mark you-you
shall kneel down and ask them to come to
church. don't care if 1 empty the build
ing. Your fathers (Eho were men, not
curs) built the south transept for those
same poor souls, and cut a slice in the
chancel arch through which they might
see the host lifted. That's where you sit,
Jim Trestrail. church warden; and by the
Lord Harry they shall have your pew"
He marched them up the very next morn
ing. He knocked at the door, but no one
After waiting a while he put
his shoulder against the door and forced
it in.
There was no one in the kitchen. In the
inner room one sister sat in the arm chair.
1t was Mile. Henriette, cold and stiff. Her
dead hands were stained with earth.
AT the back of the cottage they came
upon a freshly formed mound, and stuck
on the top of it piece of slate, such as
Cnlldfcn oToCb over a JlEuSH 8 grave. Ol IL
was scratched:
Ci-Git
LUCILLE,
Jadis 81 Belle;
Don't dix-neuf Jeunes Hommes, Planteurs de
SAINT DoMINUE
ont deman6e la Main.
MAS ELLIE NE VoUIAIr PAS
r. l.
This is the story of Loose heels, other
wise Lucines.-Q in Speaker.