Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1891-04-18

day. 1t is nice"
And so she would go through the day
with lighter step and heavier purse
than Of yore.
But it was Babette who always took
care Of Snow-white when Felice was
away Babette was blanchisseuse, and
was always washing, washing, washing
ia the big tubs down in the court. So
when Snow white was old enough and
the days grew mild Babette would take
her shawl, and spreading il out on the
warm bricks that paved the court put
the baby upon it, shading her little face
from the sun by one Of Pierre's big straw
hata bnn" uv.on stick The baby grew
10 iove Bapette, with her broad round
face and her plump, white arms-grew
30 love the warns court where there was
so much sunlight, and always the splash
ins Of wafer and the tapping Of snowy
clothes on the line.
Then there was Sieur Antoine, with
his violin, whom Snow white soon
learned 10 love too. At first he would
only pause when he met Felice or Pierre
upon the stair, and inquired in his sweet,
gentle voice after the little one; but By
and by he grew to stopping on his way
up TO his room to see the lady, oil white
and soft and clean, tucked away in her
little bed. Sieur Antoine spoke but lit
tie, but he played, oh, 80 beautifully, sit
ting away up stairs by himself His vi
olin talked Tor him, he would say. He
was always lad and often hungry, Pierre
said. So when Snow-white was able to
climb tho stair without the fear Of fan
ing, Felice used sometimes send her up
20 Sieur Antoine's room with a slice Of
bread or a bit Of meat that he might
find it waiting for him on his table.
1t was Pere Martin himself who used
to come for the little girl when she was
old enough to run about, and carry her
with him TO the church and his own coy
little house with its vine clad porch and
its garden of roses behind. He would
pluck the heavy headed buds that
brushed her cheeks as she passed by
them, and take her back home with her
apron full Of flowers, or her two hands
full Of the yellow oranges that grow
upon the tree beside his window.
MAY not give the Virgin oneY' the
child would say, as she picked the finest
flower Of her bunch to lay Mt Mary's feet
as they passed the church.
Thus among her good friends grew
and prospered the little God given child
OF Pierre and Felice.
"How VIII. o is the snow, mamany she
would say to Felice; lis it so beautiful!
that you would have me like itP'
by and ty we shall see, Petite" Fe-
lice would answer.
But the sweet, warm, sunny weather
came and went. There were chilly days
now and them days when Pierre would
come home .shiyering in bis big ovcrcoat;
when Sieur Antoine's face would look
paler and more pinched than ever; when
Babette would lift the tubs to her room,
and hang the clothes on lines before the
fire; when the roses in Pere Martins
garden would be blighted with the cold.
but the snow never came.
GLOW white is the snow, papag' the
child would ask, and Pierre would taks
n sample Of cotton from the pocket Of
his blouse, and, tearing it into bits, scat
Ter it In flakes about her head.
whittier than that he would say,
"but we shall see, Petite.
"Whiter than this" Babette would
tell her. taking the frothy suds from her
tub and throwing it about the childs
head in the air, whence it fell in little
water bits upon the pavement.
"Whiter than these Pere Martin
would say. as he lifted her to his broad
shoulders and held her aloft till her face
was buried in the mass Of orange bios
SONS above.
have told you that Snow white grew
and prospered, and so she did, only ere
yet her eighth year was passed, when
the winter came ON Pere Martin felt the
burden grow lighter as he lifted the
child TO his shoulder, and Sieur Antoine
thought the little footsteps were less
brisk as she mounted the stairs to his
room.
"Our little one is not well, said Marta
TO Felcc one day; "she no longer likes
the candy she no longer comes for her
bit in the morning"
And that night when Snow-white lay
asleep in her bed Fehce kuolt down be-
side her, and saw that the little face had
indeed grown paler, and the little form
thinner.
what If the good God should take
again the clild he has lent us, Pierre3"
she said despairingly, and together they
llnelt beside the childs conch and
prayed. The next day the child could
not rise; she lay there growing weaker
and weaker, and fading away like the
roses in Pere Martins garden.
"Am 1 going to be a baby again,
mamau?" she would say sometimes. Il
cannot walk, and you have always to
lift me-
What sad household it was when the
little ones step was heard no more on
the stair aud her voice sounded no more
in the hailsl AS the week passed on
Felice's song was huShed, and she went
out but seldom. Pierre's comrades no
ticed the poor fellows sadness and pitied
HIM. Babet.c would leave her tubs fer
hours 10 sit by the dear ones bed. Mar