The herald., 1894-07-13

mother. II Jullettc had brother or
sster 1 would give her to you, assure
sou."
why has she neither brother nor
a sister," asked NY grandfather, with
smile. SIS it our fault?'
I, too, ask myself why have not q
little brother or little sister. tell
myself my grandmother is right, and
that my parents from Blerancourt are
wrong.
"You must give Juliette back to us,
Gays my father again.
mo, neverl' answers my grand
father.
Then begins q scene which has been
renewed during my whole childhood,
in which they cry out sharply; in which
they pull me first to one side, then to
the other; in which they kiss me, with
faces all wet; in which they grow angry
and scold; in which they make me
idiotic by asking me:
''Will you como with us?" OWL
you remain with us?''
l answer, crying, having no idea OF
my cruelty toward my father and moth
err ''I want my grandmother! / want
Arthemise and my grandfather!'
On that day, as very often afterward,
my parents yield-they become ap-
peased. My grandmother, by force OF
tenderness, obtains from them the con"
cession that they will leave me at
Chauny NY father repeats to me
hundred times:
''Do you love your papa and mann.
ma?''
Eyes, yes, yes.
My grandmother adds:
eve must begin her education, which
can only be done at Chauny. She shall
go to the boarding school tomorrow.
My mother puts ON her hat, my IA
ther wraps her in her shawls, they enter
tho carriage and I send them some
kisses on the tips Of my fingers.
The next morning | am awakened
early. I am still very sleepy That
which, when very little, according to
the expression of my grandfather, !
called "the family drama" has IA
tigued me.
AS it is my habit, in the large salon
with four windows, which my first rec
objections paint to me as immense, and
which. since then has grown good deal
smaller, / am seated near the fire be-
tween my grandfather and my grand
mother, or gsing from the knees of the
one to the knees of the other Arthe-
misc is standing up, and my dresses are
spread out upon chair. They dress
me after having washed me-a thing
which l do not like much, although it
is small matter-a little on the face
and the hands, and even then my grand
father says to my nurse:
''Let her alone. You will make PIN
pies come to her face. !"
Instead of my pretty white dress of
the evening before, they have put on
me dark one. My white apron is COW
cred all over by black apron. l find
that l am not pretty, and I feel sad.
My grandfather says:
Poor, good little woman"
I burst into sobs. know we'll enough
what boarding school is. 1 have some
largo friends who go there. / might be
proud of it, but l am not. am afraid.
l repeat through my tears: ''Grand-
mother, will be good. ! do not want
to go to boarding school. Keep me
here.
My grandfather says that they might
let tho winter pass before sending me to
boarding school.
Arthemise declares that I am yet toe
ittle-that it is murderl
That word murder is sounding to this
I -
bomb.
ga murder, a murderP exclaims my
grandmother, with her face all red.
"You are crazy"
Here is again 80 family drama. -
My grandfather calls Arthemise inso-
lent. After having become angry they
do not get over it as easily as my par
ents.
''This evening you shall pack you1
trunk" says my grandmother to my
nurse, land tomorrow you shall return
to Caumanchon Leave the roomW
"You might have scolded her, but
not sent her away" says my GRANDPA
ther.. '"This girl loves the little one
sincerely Besides, after all, she is
IltS1lt. IL 40 ts 1lulttSi. l4Cp a ulACtuC pay
year or two more. "
81 want her to surpass all the 9TH
ers, )" answers my grandmother. ''Be-
sides-be still. -
''Ta, ia, ta!' repeats my grandfa-
ther, who always gives up with these
three words.
My grandmother takes me by the
hand, and there l am, on the way to
boarding school.
My friend the grocer, to whom l
bring all MY pennies to get sugar balls,
yellow, red, white ones, greets us, and
my grandmother tells him that she is
taking me to boarding school.
You want to make savant of her, p"
answers the grocer.
The butchers wife is at her desk in
the wide open shop. She asks where
am going thus with my black apron-if
it is for a punishment. AS my grand
mother answers, ''To boarding SCHOOL,
the butchers wife adds: sit is the same
thing. Poor little dear''
The large door of Nine. Dufey S
boarding. school closes with sound like
the rolling of storm. l enter into the
yard, where there are soIne little ones
and some tall onps ,, Mue C1fev on