The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-11-25

Stupid Old fool or q waiter. Ihe young
man might have been more troublesome,
but fortunately he is gone hope he
won't be too much disappointed when he
arrives in the morning and finds the lady
minus the cashl But lovers don't mind
these practical details. The world has
hardened me-" he went on in tone of
mock sentiment, "but I've been in love
myself and know all about it.
LA tendre Annette
Sen va seulette,
Sous la coudrette,
Chanter le Robin des bois.
ale beau Narcisse,
La croyant novice,
La suit a la piste-
La suit pas pasS"
During the latter part of their CONVEX
sation they had gone round to the other
side of the house to look for Pierre,
whose voice they heard in that direction
giving some orders for the morning.
"Bravo" he cried as Remond came up
singing. Monsieur can sing at any
rate. 'Tis a pleasure to hear such voice
as his! l used to sing myself once on
time, but I'm too old now"
"Let me see," he went on, "m'sieu
wants the note, suppose. Two cheeses
10 sous; Q breads, sous; pommes de
terre rhuile, 10 sous; / bottle of vim
ordinaire, sous; c'est, m'sieu, 20 sous"
However, Remond explained to him
that they had not come in search of their
bill. but wished to engage a room for
the night, which Pierre told them they
could have if they did not object to
small room on the entire sol, explaining
at the same time that "M'sieu Charles
had given directions TO that effect. in
order that no risk might be run of dis
turbing M. Germenil or "M'amselle
Clementine." He little thought, poor
man, that the strangers knew all that as
well as he did. However, they assured
him quite gravely that that they would
be quite contented with the room he pro-
posed to give them, Remond adding, with
a significant wink at his companion be-
hind the back of the unsuspicious Pierre.
that they would take every precaution
In order not to disturb the gentleman's
slumbers.
Seeing that Pierre was quite ready for
agossip, they profted by the opportunity
and were soon the best of friends.
In the hustle and excitement of
Charles departure for st. Maurice and
the circumstances which led to it the
poor wayfarer in the courtyard had been
for the moment forgotten. AT first she
felt restless and i'll at ease, impelled by
the instinct of the hunted, suffering crea-
ture to be up and on her way, but by
degrees the peacefulness and homelike
security of the place soothed her rest
lessness, and she sank into deep rev.
erie, which carried her back for many a
long year-to the days when she'was
still young and happy-to that peaceful
southern village where her childhood
and girlhood had been passed, years full
of innocent pleasures and harmless en-
joyments-years spent under the roof OF
loving parents, whose pride and JOY she
was.
All was happiness till he came-the
handsome, false hearted stranger, who
had changed the clear, peaceful current
Of her life into troublous and muddy
waters. She saw herself wife-at first
o happy wife-then neglected, i'll used,
her mother dead Of a broken heart at
seeing her childs misery. Oh, horrorl
her fathers gray hairs bedabbled with
blood, and shed by whom? Herself tho
victim Of false accusation. Then a
fugitive, fleeing to save her child from
the degradation Of being born in prison.
Then the agony of that mother who
abandons her child to strangers to save
il from possible future of misery and
crime. And then the weary years that
followed = hunted, suspected - hungry
and footsore, friendless and forsaken-
living in hourly terror of seeing again
the face of him who had been tho evil
genius Of her life.
"Ah, my God" she cried In low tone
Of horror, startled from her reverie and
looking round her, her eyes dilated and
her hollow cheeks blanched with unu.-
terable terror.
But there was nothing there TO alarm
her-nothing-only the benevolent form
of M. Germenil just emerging from the
house door, while q mellow voice behind
the auberge sang:
Ia tcndre Annette
Sen va soulette, etc.
"Ah," she murmured, will the sound
of that voice never leave my earsl Is
there no peace on earth for me1 Even
here, she thought. these memories haunt
me, and yet. If could only find such a
refuge as this, might in time learn TO
forget little. They all seem so good
and kind. IL they would only let me re-
main here, would serve them well. My
son, IL he were alive, would be about the
age of this young man who was so kind
10 me. But IL is impossible. They would
ask me questions which could not an.
swer All, mol" she thought as she
wrunghe hands despairingly, lit will be
even better not TO remain here tonight.
will thank them for their goodness and
will go. ! am strong now and able TO
walk-yes, il will be better 20. will
60, l must co. She said these last