The morning call., 1891-12-27
A LOVERS QUARREL.
THE KISS OF PEACE.
After the Rain-ThG Handsome Young
Lad at The Spring.
Appearance Of the Weeping Girl-Facs to Face
The Episode Of the Bucket-Reproaches
and Reconciliation.
srecial to THE SUNDAY GAEL.

SomOer horizon. shaking over the trees It's
last dews as slight as tiny specks of crystal
A warm light suddenly filled the sky. COM
municating its amber-hued splendor to all it
touched, as if the objects had been plunged
in bath of gold; the river seemed to roll
waves of pure metal. the saplings doomed
up like apparitions of fairyland and the
gravel Of the roads appeared to be diamond
dust.
For quarter of an hour the landscape
dred beneath the sultry brightness, send
ing 10 the blue heavens the soft mist which
follows downpour; the birds, gathered
under the cover of the wood, sang for the
first time that day; then the sun vanished
behind the hill, leaving in the luminous at
mosphere all the gold it has drawn from the
soil.
THE LAD AND HIS THOUGHTS.
The grass at this instant was Of brilliant
green, as sparkling as an emerald; the tar
nishlng dust had disappeared, swept away
by the rain, and the marvellous colOring of
the yerdure assumed the splendor OF new
thing.
The tops of the beeches remained gilded,
While their lower branches had already re-
sumed their grave and somber tint; then,
the entire trees were merged in the dark
ness Of the hills, forming a mysterious mass
t.'i"'N'N
tions; and still the green grass gliStened on
the edge of the little spring, in which the
zenith OF pale blue was reflected as soft
and calm as the eye Of tiny baby.
A handsome young lad slowly crossed the
meadow and seated himself at the border
of the spring upon the broad fiat stones.
polished by the feet of hundred genera
ti0nS. He sadly regarded, turn by turn,
the azure and the gold, and his thoughts
heaped themselves cGnfusedly in his mind,
IlAgN al Do had Il In
long day. At last, wearied but not con-
yinced by his trouble, he threw himself
backward and remained with his eyes fixed
on the sky as if resolved no longer to see
anything of that which could make him
think OF what ne wished to forget.
MAIDEN ON TIPToE.
A slight and tender figure appeared at the
entrance OF the wood, AID, timid. half pro-
tected as yet by the shade OF the tall
beeches, raised itself upon the tips of its
toes in order to assure Itself that the plain
was deserted.
Nothing stirred, the high grass, bent by
the rain, had already lifted itself and hidden
the approaches TO the spring.
The little figure advanced with rapid
step, turned about from time to time as II
afraid of being pursued. As she walked
walked quietly along the young girl wept,
and her furtive and gllstening tears rolled
down her cheeks.
'No, lie VIII not Gomez" said she to her
self, fastening still more. He would be
afraid after what he has dared TO say to ME.
l vain! | selfish! 1t is he who is wicked
amt uDgratefui Very sure he could no
longer look me in the face, httle heart that
he hasl And if he ever should repent l
! hope that shame will prevent him from de-
handing pardon of me! And that would
| be very fortunate for him; for, in truth.
never never could l forgive him his injus-
tice."
And the quicker she walked, talking to
|. herself, the faster her tears rolled down
upon her almost infantile corsage.
| As she approached the spring the young
lad arose; he was afraid of being surprised
| in that posture, at that hour, in that place,
where no motive could be assigned for his
presence.
How she would sneer," thought he, al
| she knew | lad come to this spot because
used 10 meet herhere in the evening when
| she loved me-scarcely two days ago"
At the moment he got upon his feet the
young girl turned the corner of the path
masked by huge elder bush all in bloom
and they found themselves face to face.
TROUBLE AND ANGER.
With low cry she let her big tin bucket
fall to the ground, and they both stood
! amazed, almost frightened, full of trouble
| and anger.
What are you doing here?" said she in
trembling voice. After what you have said
to me, do you dare come to seek me?"
The spring is free to all, responded he
with an air of defiance. II would like tt
| know who could prevent me from coming
here, and remaining if | choose to do so p
Very WE'LL" said she; You are right. L
| is | who will go away"
With feverish movement she seized hel
bucket and plunged it into the limpi(
| spring The water quyered and bubbleC
while the vessel filed The young CIR
made an effort to draw it out. but hel
! strength failed her and she could not
Nevertheless, too proud to ask help, she
braced herself against The stone and pulled
| too heavy. Then, realizing her pOwerleSs
ness, she could not restrain her tears.
"Wny don't you ask me to aid you a
usual ?' said the lad, who was watching
her.
responded she, brayely wiping the prespir-
| alton from her face. "Do not know wha
you have said about me? You said 1t t
me directly, so | cannot feign to be il
| ignorance of it."
RUSTIC GALLANTRY.
81 have said what have said," returned
| he, with a somber air; but that Is NJ
reason why you should hurt yourself before
| Fly eyes"
Bending himself Immediately, he drew
out the heavy bucket, which he PLACED
upon the stone. The water made circles
then gently settled, and finally remained
molionless. And, in the depths of the
little spring, the young people, who were
looking there in order not to see each other
| perceived the first star.
She dare not say, THANK youp' He dare
not speak to her. Suddenly they turned al
the same time and their eyes met.
why did you say that l was vain and
selfish 2" asked the young girl in a sal
voice. You know well enough that, bad al
/ may be, loved you better than any ont
| else-and more than myself"
1T was because | love you so much,
answered he, in one breath. 81 did no
want the others even to look ut YOU. Bu
you like that 1t gives you pleasure. And
when you look at the others you tear my
| heart out"
They had not turned away their heads
in their eyes anger was replaced by tears.
Suddenly he took her in his arms and she
did not resist.
Never again~ said he, in low tone
for his voice was full of anguish which b,
wished to hide from her. Never again
You Will no longer be a coquettep And
will no longer be unjust"
THE KISS OF PEACE.
:" So | have been coquette?" said she
lifting up to him her glance full of nnocen
mischief
"Oh. wicked girl! Oh. my torment re
sponded he, closing her mouth with o kiss
They stood silent, motionless, alone in thu
midst OF the plain which gave forth a re
| treshing perfume.
" Let us 90 home" said she, somewha
ashamed. They are waiting for me, ant
night has fallen"
He took the bucket and bore IL away
while the young girl leaned her slight an(
Shapely form against his boulder.
They walked slowly to be longer together
and vanished beneath the beeches whc
had become patches Of darkness.
Inc moon soon arose in the orient, and it
first rays touched the tranquil spring; bu
beneath the slvery light the grass was still
green-so green-after the rain.
HENRI GREvILLE.