Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-03-04

on the subject Yes it was Marie.
She now wore a little straw hat trim
med with wreath OF rose buds and
she mad removed her apron. and wore
little shawl round her neck.
Her back was towards him. as she
knelt with hands and eyes raised to-
ward the statue OF our Lady; she was
evidently praying earnestly. Pres.
entity q stihed sob reached Jean S
ears; then her shoulders began to
heaye. her head sank on to her hands.
and she sobbed wildly for some min
| utes.
Il was right; she does love me
after all, shall go and comfort her?
dare not; she would scorn me as she
has done so often. On. if | were only
certain she loves me--if | could but
be sure thought Jean.
Presently the sobs ceased and. as
the clock chined half past six Marie
rose and came towards the con-
fessional
As quick as the thought which oc.
CURED to him Jean seated himself in
the priests place in the middle of the
confessional closed the wooden doors
and drew the curtains Marie was
coming to confession; he would hear
her and find out ii she loved him.
Marie advanced to the confessional.
saw the curtains were drawn and
concluded the priest was sitting so
she knelt down by the grating; after
moments pause Jean drew back the
sliding shutter over the grating NUT
tered the usual blessing in Latin. and
the unsuspecting Marie began her
confession.
Mon pere. l am so miserable
Why my child9" said Jean won
dering what on earth he should say
when she had finished.
Because | have driven Jean lis
sot to sea. He loves me. and have
served him as served them all L
laughed at him. cannot help it
father. | am a coquette. II is my
nature. I want 70 make them love
me. | love to hear them say they
love me. and then | laugh at them.
All! but you were right father You
told me | should do it once too often;
! have done it now. / shall never
laugh again, said Marie with sob.
Did you love him then2" asked
that wicked Jean.
Love him? | am dying OF love for
him. | shall die unless he comes
back. | can not live without Jean.
On! father | never loved any man
but Jean; he is my first and my last
Oh. what shall | do@i
What answer that rascal, Jean,
would have made to this question
wrung from Marte's heart in the ago
ny other remorse will never be known.
for at that instant the sacristy door
opened and simultaneously Jean
jumped ia, bolted out o; the comics.
sional almost into the old priests
arms as ne came towards il ana down
the aisle as fast as his legs would car
ry him.
The priest amazed at such extra
ordinary conduct pulled aside the
curtain to see if any one was kneeling
at the grating. saw Marie. whom he
recognized, sobbing her heart out.
and seating himself in his part asked
in astonishment;
''My dear child what does this
mean2 Who is that man"
What man father? ! have seen
no one but you " sobbed Marie.
But | have only just come into
church"
Haven't been confessing to you.
father2' said poor Marie in an agony
of terror.
No a vo,,prr r,,r - = H., $780,;
rushed out OF the confessional as |
came into church; it looked like Jean
Tissot said the priest
oh, father! / shall die OF shame
now. Oh! what will become OF me?
have been confessing 10 you as
thought that / loved him. oh!
wish we're dead. | would have died
before would have said what | have
just been saying to any one but you"
Poor child Tell me all about it,
said Pere Legrand.
So poor Marie made her confession
a second time. feeling more shame
and modification than despair this
time.
What shall l do fatherP' she con-
cIuded.
Nothing; leave it to Jean to act.
But promise me you will forgive
him"
Marie gave the required promise.
and shortly after the priest dismissed
her telling her to send Tissot to him
if she met him. as he had committed
a very grave sin.
There wore several people in the
church now waiting for the service at
seven but Jean was not amongst
them. Marie finished her devotions.
and then. not knowing whether she
most hoped or feared to meet Jean.
left the church,
1t was getting dusk now. hut it
was light enough for her to distingu-
ish Jeans handsome face waiting for
her in the porch as she closed the
church door.
The hot blood rushed into her
cheeka her heart beat violently; the