The herald., 1894-07-15

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with all my strength. call Arthemise,
my grandfather
An assistant teacher tells me to keep
still She shakes me. am not still ]
defend myself They carry me to gar
ret and leave me there, do not know
how long. Even to this day it seems to
me that that day lasted several months.
1t occupies as much space among my
souvenirs as whole years Of other times.
ner time. have not stopped crying. II
had known what it was to die, should
have wished for death.
Twill you keep still?" says the assist
ant teacher tome. will you be good?"
I execrate this wicked woman, the
first enemy that I have ever met.
threaten her. She places piece Of dry
bread at my side and leaves me, saying;
''You will give up
Mime. Dufey has forgotten me. My
grandmother knows it later. I have
never had q more violent anger than my
anger against the door which is closed
! have never found those who are called
"the others" more cruel than on that
day. After q perfect tornado of weep
ing, knocking, crying, fell on the floor
exhausted, and slept.
/ awole in the nr1ns Of Arthemise
who was in tears. frightened to see me
pale, and with my face all shriveled
She rocked me to lull me to sloep while
she told me some gay stories of eau
manchon- She repeated, "They do not
love you, they do not love you!''
Now, as had Arthemise again, did
not cry any more. I felt strong will
in me, I said to my nurse:
"Arthemise, you love me, don't you?"
my dear little one, of course love
you," answered she.
"Well, Juliette wants to go to eau
manohon. You will obey her."
She resisted.
''They Will say that have stolen you.
No, no, but I shall not fail to tell her
all the harm she has done you-your
grandmother-bc sure of it. F"
"Juliette wants to 60 right away, J"
said /. Arthemise gave up to my pray
ers.
And as we went out of the boarding
school 1 hurried up tho stairs of the
rampant and began to run as fast as
could
Arthemise caught me, took mo in her
arms and pressed me against her. She
ran without stopping in the direction
Of her village.
When she was too tired to carry me
any longer, Arthemise put me down,
and ran on, holding her by the hand.
1t seemed to me that I was doing a
great thing, and that was in the right,
while my grandmother was wrong
While running OF in the arms Of Arthe-
mise / repeated the word which had
struck me so much:
''It is a murder!'
"Yes, it is murder" said Arthe-
mise, "but we shall see what we shall
see.'
We walked ON in the mud. It was
dark, and if had not been with Arthe-
mise I should have been very much
frightened at the ruts where the COWS
were lost. was hungry, very hungry,
and thought was very unhappy lit
tie girl.
We arrived at the house Of my nurse.
The door stood open. A great clear fire
burned in the large chimney. The IA
ther and the mother of Arthemise ap-
peared to me to be older than my grand
father and my grandmother. They were
eating soup and rose up in alarm when
they saw me.
''Why do you bring mann 'selle here?'
exclaimed they.
because they want to do her harmP'
''Who?" said the father.
''The master and the mistress -
"You are orazyl 1t is none Of your
business" cried the mother.
II am hungry. Will you give me
some soup?" asked L
The good people helped me, both OF
them at the same time. That soup ap-
peared to me better than all the soups
Of my grandmother.
When / was warmed, Arthemise put
me to bed, undressing me only partial
". She left candle upon shelf. The
sheets were very coarse. There were
some spider webs on the walls and
hanging to the ceiling, and in the room
itself some wooden boxes, between the
| stats of which came out the little heads
Of rabbits.
My own head was on fire. It seemed
to me that the rabbits looked at me to
ask me my story.
dropped on my knees upon the coarse
sheets, and said:
"My good rabbits, I have grand
mother who does not love me. :"
do not know what the rabbits an
swered me- At that moment was talk
en- up in the arms of my grandfather,
who devoured me with his kisses, and
who carried me before the fire. Assist
ed by Arthemise, he tried to dress me
with his trembling hands
''You wicked little grill Your grand
mother is crazy with anxiety, - repeat
ed he.
II do not like her any more" cried
!, throwing myself upon Arthemise's
neck. II want to scay at Cauman-
chou, in the rabbits room. I do not
want to leave my Arthemise.
had a fever, and my grandfather,
who was surgeon, was afraid that I
might have convulsions. Besides h
could not take me away alone, since he
had to drive the horse.
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