The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-08-10

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vines. already showing promise of a good
vintage and a busy time for the vendan-
geurs who little later would gather the
purple fruit and tread It ont in yonder
barns, with many laugh and Jest. for
In those days when the century was still
but young such simple methods were
still practiced. and modern improve
ments were quite unknown IL that quiet
village in the heart Of France.
The auberge itself was picturesque
old building. with high peaked roof and
quaint little dormer windows lighting
the spacious roomy grenier, where the
winter store Of fruit was kept-apples
and pears and nuts Of various kinds,
while from lines stretching from rafter
to rafter were hung punches Of grapes,
each bunch snugly ensconced In its own
| bag and carefully separated from its
neighbor.
And the kitchen-kitchen but In name.
for no rough work was ever done there
how comfortable 1t was and how pictur-
esque, with its deep fireplace. where in
winter timo great logs blazed and
cracked, its roof hung with well
smoked hams and many bunch Of
sweet and savory herbs and pepper pods.
its rows of shining fagons and well pre-
served quaint old china and earthenware.
it's polished oaken tables and settles. the
vivid color of its red tiled foori In the
corner by the fireplace was the picture
Of the Virgin. with jug Of fresh flowers
on the little carved bracket beneath it,
for they were pious. these simple people.
and the Virgin never was without her
little offering.
Up stairs what piles Of soft wool mat
tresses. with store Of snowy homespua
linen sheets and coy blanketsl Then tbs
best room, with its armoire glace. its
red damask covered chairs and sofa in
the style OF the first empire. the tall
gilt framed mirror over the chimney. the
groups Of wax and paper flowers under
glass shades. and on the wall facing the
window the portraits Of M. Dumont and
his wife. taken when they were FIRST mar
ried. There was not girl in tho COM
mune who did not envy the future mis-
tress of that room. for Charles, the only
son Of III. Dumont had made his choice.
and the pretty. blond. blue eyed Glenn
mistress Of Les Bons Amis
NJ. Germenil was wealthy farmer
who lived at Brocard. on the borders Of
the forest of La Marche. some miles on
the other side of Simard. He was an old
friend and crony of M. Dumont--a warm
man. too-who could give his only daugh-
ter q nice bit of money. The two old
men had long planned this marriage and
had watched with satisfaction the grow
ing affection between the young people,
and hardly Sunday morning passed
that did not see the carriole Of NJ. Car
menil. with its owner driving and his
daughter beside him. arrive at Les Bons
Amis just as the bells began to ring for
the midday service. The carriole WAC
then put up, and the four set off together
to the church.
NJ. Germenil pretended that he ikedg
better the preaching Of the good cure o<
Simard than that Of the cure Of BrocArd.
and that was why he came. But for I'LL
that every one knew quite well that u
was but cunning device to give the
young folks an opportunity of meeting
Charles was little shy. but at last
took courage and spoke as he and Glenn.
entine walked home from church side BY
side under the tall poplars which Dor
dered the stream, while the elders fol-
lowed slowly at a discreet distance.
"Clementiner
yes. Charlesi"
A long pause. during which she gives
q sidelong glance at him out Of her blue
eyes. having pretty correct idea as to
what he is trying to say y
"Clementinel"
well. Charles. what is it7 Why do
you repeat my name like THAR
"Because--because- Dear Clemen-
tine. may speak to your father
Speak to my fatheri Why. of counsel"
she replies. perversely pretending to
misunderstood him. Il hope you don't
think wish to monopolize yoli'
"You know what mean. Clementine.
when ask you may speak to himlr
Indeed. don't. NJ. Charles. How
should n"
II love you. Clementine, and | want
you to let me ask your fathers consent
to our marriage. You know love SOU,
and that in my eyes there Is no giri IN all
the country to compare to you. If you
refuse me. will never marry any sna.
Say you love me little. Clementine. and
that you will be my wife!r