St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-03

voice, and Mrs. Sheldon regarded he
curiously.
How long is it since you have seen
Antoine, nam Zelle?"
at is nearly seven years now,
madame"
And you miss him, of course" per-
sisted her visitor.
II never thought of that, madame, -
said the invalid indifferently; and then
she seemed to grow so wal and weary.
Mrs. Sheldon rose to 30. I'VE have
talked too much for one day. It's time
for au revoir." she said, bending to the
sweet face Oh the pillow. Il go to st.
Denis tomorrow; but you may look for
me the day after for certainty, and if
you are stronger we shall take a drive
to the Bots de Boulogne, my dear"
You are an angel, madame" cried
the other fervently. Mrs. Sheldon felt
the better of quiet cry in the deserted
hall Of the ninth floor, and when she
finally descended her Thoughts were
busy. How grived Richard would be to
hear about the child. But no, she
would not tell him. OF what use to have
him miserable again. If things had
been different. If there had been no
Antoine in the question, perhaps
after all. And she was a
good little thing. Seamstress
or no seamstress, the boy might have
done much worse. As 1t was, if he
only would be reasonable.
Richards mother furtively wiped her
eyes once more before going out to the
street, and then went swiftly on in the
direction of the madeleine, and stopped
at one of the numerous flower stalls IN
the shadow of the church to buy
great bunch of fresh yiolets for Mann
Zelle Marie.
AS Mrs. Sheldon slowly mounted to
the apartment of Mam'Zelle Marie two
day. later, she met the concierge grave
ly descending with tray in her hand.
''She sleeps at present, madame" she
whispered in answer to all anxious look
OF inquiry.
''She was extremely weak this morn
ing, but so patient and so OverjOyed
most beautiful cup arrived from her be-
trothed with the motto written in among
the roses. Look, Mere Jeanette she
said to me, this is from Antoine eau
tier and it reads, Faithful Unto DEATH
and then she wept very much indeed.
This morning when your violetS came
she kissed them. Mere jeanette, put
them in the new cup, please, and stand
it on the table here at the feet of the
virgin. She will understand Then
she thanked me and said she would
sleep, but that l must wake her when
madame came. That was quite three
hours ago, ard [ have been up twice
with the bouillon."
"And she is not awake yet?''
Not yet, madame. But will you
ascend?"
Eyes, will go up and sit with her
for while. You must see that she has
every possible comfort. Mere Jeanette"
"Bien. You are a saint, madame"
and stepping aside the concierge went
her way.
Mrs. Sheldon opened Mam'zelle's door
cautiously and listened. The room was
darkened; the silence oppressive, un-
natural. She ran hastily to the window
and tore aside the curtains, and once
more the sun streamed in On Mam'Zelle
Marie, making glory of the shining
hair. She did not Waken. Mrs. Shell
don uttered sharp cry as she sank
down beside the little form. ''Mam'zelle!
Mam'Zelle!"
The girls hands were pressed to-
gether. She clasped miniature to her
heart. The mother kissed it at once-it
was her boy Richard.
Beside the bed some violets thrived in
a cup-the letters glittered brightly.
Faithful Unto DEATH" "Mam zelle!
Mam'zelleW But Mam'Zplle still silent.