Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-11-18
.harge ignorant Of their terror.

Charge ignorant of their terror.
They caressed her, soothed her, aud
nearly persuaded themselves by the
power of reassuring speeches that this
was nothing. nothing at all. In an hour
or so she might see again.
The doctor came. He examined care
fully the soft blue eyes. Then he said
1T is not serious, my little friend.
Some lotions which will quickly make
will restore your sight as clear as ever,
but you mnst be patient Your cure re-
quires some time, This viii delay lit.
tie your marriage.
Yvonna seized the hands of the old
man.
~You promise me that l shall see,
that shall not always be blind"
Most certainly, stammered the poor
man, confused. Have patience, dear;
this is not serious 1t is a severe attack, :"
he said in an undertone to the two
women, who listened in CONSERVATION.
The cure will be slow, difficult. inn
possible. perhaps. / need not hide it
from you, but she may be kept in ig-
norance. You have made her heart so
tender that if she knew she would die,
my poor friends.
Now, resumed the aunt, when the
doctor had departed, I'VE have broken
hearts, but must appear gay"
What an awakening, said the
mother. so much happiness we had
expected to-day.
While servant had gone to inform
Paul what had happened, the two ladies
remained by Yvonne.
Bewildered by the announcement of
the misfortune, Paul Volney hastened to
the villa. Yvonne was sleeping when he
arrived. No one had courage to awaken
her. Paul, bending over the couch, con-
templated for long time the gentle
face, so beautiful. so pale, so sad. A
struggle was going on in his heart.
Finally, he took the hand of the young
girl in parting, promising TO return in
the afternoon.
Both the mother and the aunt doubted
him.
He does not love her well enough to
wed her now, they said.
And sadly both sewed upon the white
dress and the lace veil. They placed her,
with her feet in her small slippers and
her crown upon her head, in large
chair.
Paul returned as he had promised. He
was grave. Softly he approached the
fauteuil in which Yvonne, with closed
eyes, was seated, and kneeling before her
said:
My beloyedl My Yvonne, you would
know if l love you. Well to-day,
though you are sad, i'll, love you more
than ever. swear to you to be d good
husband will you be my wife2'
The marriage took place five hours
after this very unexpected denouement.
Yvonne and Paul dwelt in the villa.
A year passed; there came little in.
fant, girl, blonde and roselike, who had
three mothers to adore her.
Always hoping for the cure of Yvonne.
the doctor affirmed that it was but .
question of time. How long he could
not say, but he hoped to make the inter.
val brief. 1t was always tomorrow.
One day near midsummer, under an
dTch OF noDeySuckle blossoms, vonne
Graded in her arms her pretty babe.
Near by Paul regarded her lovingly.
Madame de Courcey and the aunt were
engaged in knitting little stockings of
white wool for the dear one
She has pretty ways, said the father
suddenly. She warbles already like a
little lady. She is your portrait, my
dear. Your blonde hair, your eyes
Yvonne raised the baby to her face,
fixing upon her eyes bathed in joyful.
ness. Then, in a voice that struggled
with emotion, she said:
~Deceiverl You know well that she
has dark eyes like yoursl"
BY the effort to see her child she had
recovered her sight.