The morning call., 1893-03-19

the poor girl; sue was like the fresh and
balmy flower, the brightness and perfume
of which are diSdained.
One day the troubled Odette was dream
fully watching the flight Of a pair Of turtle
doves when she heard a soft voice at the
foot Of the chateau. She leaned out OF he-
window and saw a handsome young man
who, with song upon his lips, was de-
harding hospitality. She listened and did
not understand the words, but the soft voice
oppressed her heart and the tears flowed
slowly down her cheeks, wettiGg a stalk of
sweet mariOTam which she held in her hand
The chateau remained closed; an armed
man cried from the walls:
"Wthdraw; oEly warriors are hereW
Odette was still looking. She let the
stalk Of sweet marjoram wet with tears
eacate from her, and It fell at the feet Of
Tie singer. The latter. lifting his eyes and
seeing that blonde head, kissed the stalk
ana depart d, turning to look back al every
step.
When he had disappeared Odette knelt at
her prie-dieu, where she made a long
prayer. She thanked heaven without KIN ow-
Ing why: she felt happy, though totally
ignorant of the subject Of her joy.
Al night she had beautiful dream. It
seemed 10 her that she saw the stalk Of
sweet marjaram which she had let fall.
Slowly in the midst Of the quiyering leaves
appeared fairy, but fairy 80 pretty, with
wings Of fame, crown Of my0s0tis and a
'Odette," SAID she harm onioUsly, 81 am
the Fairy Amoureuse. 1t was l who sent
TO you this morning Lois, the young man
with the soft voice. 1t was | who, seeing
your tears, wished to dry them. l 60
through the earth cleaning hearts and bring
Ing together those who sigh. | visit the
cot as we'll as the manor-house. l have
often taken pleasure in uniting the shep-
herdess' crook to the scepter Of kings.
sow Il Wers beneath tie stems Of nv
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brilliant and precious threads that their
hearts leap for joy. | dwell among the
grass Of the paths, the glowing embers of
the winter hearth, the draperieS Of cOnjngal
beds, and everywhere l place my foot
kisses and tender chats are born. Weep no
longer, Odette; l am AmOuTeuse, the good
fairy, and | come to dry your tears %
Aud she went back into her flower, W hich
Tefulded its leaves and again became a bud.
When Odette aWOke a raw of sunshine
was lighting her chamber, the song Of
bird was mounting from without, and the
morning breeze, Deriumed by the first kiss
Il had just given the flowers, was caTessing
her blonde tTesses. She arose j0yOusly and
spent the day IN singing, wholly believing
what the good fairy had told her She
glanced at the country every few instants,
smiling at each bird that passed. feeling
impulses within her which made her leap
ana clap her little hands one against the
other.
When evening arrived she went down
into the great hall of the chateau. Beside
the Comte Enguerrand was a knight who
was listening TO the old mans recitals. She
TOOK her distaff, seated herself before the
hearth where the cricket was singing and
the ivory spindle whirled rapidly in her
fingers.
At the height of her work, having cast
her eyes on the knight, she saw the stalk Of
sweet maTjoram in his hands and instantly
she recognized Lois, with his soft voice. A
~ nj fntr a linn nu tar r., do H.
bushes she bent over toward the ashes
stirring the Goals with long iron poker
The embers cracked, the flames scattered
noisy sheaves sprang forth, and, suddenly,
from the midst Of the sparks AmouEeuse
arose smllingly aud hastily. She shook
from her green robe the fiery particles,
which ran over the silk like golden span
giles; she spraDg into the hail, and. inVisi-
bic 10 the Comte, placed herself behind the
young folks There, while the old knight
relating a terrible fight against the
infdels, she said to them softly:
Love each other, my ehildreni Leave
TecOllectl0ns to austere old age, leave it
long Iecitals beside glowing embers. Let
only the sound OF your kisses mingle with
the cracking OF the flames. Later on there
VIII be ample time to soften your vexations
by recalling these delicious hours. When
one loves al 16 the voice is useless; a mere
glance says more than a long discourse
Love each other, my children; let old age
do the talkingp
Then she covered them with her wings so
that the Comte, who was explaining how
tine giant Buch Tete-de- Fer was slain by n
terrible blow from GirAlda, the ''weiglity
sword" did not see Lois placing his first
kiss upon the forehead of the quIyering
Ode;te.
must speak OF the beautiful wings OF the
Fairy Amuureuse, They were as trans
parent as glass and as light as the wings Of
gnat But, when the two lovers found
themselvesin peril Of being seen, they grew,
grew, and became so obscuring, so thick,
that they stopped gIances and stifed the
sound of kisses. Hence. the old man con-
tinued his Trodigious reel al for long time,
and for long time Lois caressed the blonde
Odette under the very beard OF the wicked
suZsTain.
Mon Dieul Mon Dieul what beautiful
wings they weres- The young girls, have
been told. still find them sometimesl
When the COmte had finished his long
story, the fairy Amoureuse vanished in the
flames and Lois TOOK his departure, thank
irg his host and sending a final kiss to
0deltc. The young girl slept so happily
that night that she dreamed Of mountains OF