Connecticut western news., 1891-09-17
CANAAN CONN, 17

were growing Wh1te She sank upon the chair beside the bed. She was very pale; it seemed as if she felt repentance. Her forehead fell upon the pillow, and at in- tervals, with broken words, she mur- mured to herself, while outside the cabin moaned the savage sea.
 "My poor man! Oh, heavens, what will he say? He has already so much trouble. What have done now? Five children on our hands alreadyl Their father tolls and tolls, and yet, as if he had not care enough already, must give him this care more. Is that he? No, nothing. I have done wrong-he would do quite right to beat me. Is that he? No! So much the better! The door moves as if some one were coming in; but no. To think that should feel afraid to see him enterl"
 Then she remained absorbed in thought and shivering with the cold, un- conscious of all outward sounds, of the black cormorants, which passed shriek- ing, and of the rage of wind and sea.
 All at once the door flew open, streak of the white light of morning entered, and the fisherman, dragging his drip ping net, appeared upon the. threshold, and cried, with gay laugh, "Here comes the navyw
 "Yout' cried Jenny; and she clasped her husband like lover, and pressed her mouth against his rough jacket.
 'tHere am, wife," he said, showing in the freight the good natured and contented face which Jenny loved so well.
 ssI have been unlucky," he continued.
 "What kind of weather have you had?" ..-
 ssDreadful."
 s.And the fshing?''
 s'Bad. But never mind. have you in my arms again, and 1 am satisfied. 1 have caught nothing at all. I have only torn my net. The deuce was in the wind tonight. At one moment of the tempest thought the boat was founder ing, and the cable broke. But what have you been doing all this timer"
 Jenny felt shiver in the darkness.
 'sI?'' she said in trouble. "Oh, noth- ing; just as usual. I have been sewing. I have been listening to the thunder of the sea, and was frightened"
 'Yes; the winter is hard time. But never mind it now"
 Then, trembling as if she were going to commit crime:
 Husband" she said, tour neighbor is dead. She must have died last night, soon after you went out She has left two little children, one called Wilhelm and the other Madeline. The boy can hardly toddle, and the girl can only lisp. The poor, good woman was in dreadful want"
 The man looked grave. Throwing into corner his fur cap, sodden by the tempest: "The deuce!' he said, scratch. ing his head. ''We already have five children; this makes seven. And al. ready in bad weather we have to go without our supper. What shall we dc now? Bah, it is not my fault; it's Gods doing. These are things too deep for me. Why has He taken away their mother from these mites? These mat. ters are too difficult to understand. One has to be a scholar to see through them. Such tiny scraps of children! Wife, gc and fetch them. If they are awake, they must be frightened to be alone with their dead mother We will bring them up with ours. They will be brother and sister to our five. When God sees thai we have to feed this little girl and boy besides our own He will let us take more fish. As for me, will drink water. will work twice as hard. Enough! Be off and get them! But what is the mat ter? Does it vex youp You are gener ally quicker than this"
 His wife drew back the curtain. ''Look!" she said.-Translated from the French of Victor Hugo for Strand Magazine