The herald., 1894-07-15

t'ster, would give her to you, assure
tou.
"Why has she neither brother nor
a sistar?" asked my grandfather, with
smile. SIS it our fault?''
I, too, ask, myself why have not a
little brother or little sister. tell
myself my grandmother is right, and
that my parents from Rlerancourt are
wrong.
"You must give Juliette back to us, -
says my father again.
"No. never!' answers my grand
father.
Then begins scene which has beer
renewed during my whole childhood,
in which they cry out sharply; in which
they pull mo first to one side, then te
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 come with us?" "Wil
you remain with us?'
answer, crying, having no idea oi
my cruelty toward my faSher aud moth
or: II want my grandmother! l want
Arthemiso aad 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 al
Chauny. Tsy father repeats to me
hundred times:
"Do you love your papa and NAM
ma?''
eyes, yes, yes"
My grandmother adds:
1--WE must begin her education. which
can only be done at Chauny. She shall
go to tho 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
tho expression of my grandfather, !
called "the family drama" has fa-
tigued me.
As it is my habit. in the large salon
with four windows, which my first rec
elections 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 going from the knees Of the
one to the knees Of the other. Arthe-
mise is standing mp, and my dresses are
spread out upon chair. They dress
me after having washed me--a thing
which 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
Piles come to her faoe."
Instead of my pretty white dress Of
tho evening before, thcy have put on
me dark one. My white apron is cov-
cred all over by black apron. find
that I am not pretty, and feel sad
My grandfather says:
"Poor, good little woman"
burst into sobs know we'll enough
what boarding school is. I have some
large friends who 60 there. might be
proud Of it. but I am not. ! am afraid.
| repeat through my tears: Grand
mother, will be good. / do not want
to go to boarding school, Keep me
here
Ny grandfather says that they might
let the winter pass before sending me to
boarding school.
Arthemise declares that am yet too
little-that it is murder!
day in my ears, like the explosion Of O
bomb.
"a murder, a murderi" exclaims my
grandmother, with her face all red.
"You are crazy"
Here is again "a family drama "
My grandfather calls Arthenise inso-
lent. After having become angry they
do not get over 1t as easily as my par
ents.
''This evening you shall pack your
trunk says my grandmother to my
nurse, land tomorrow you shall return
to Caumanchon. Leave the rooml'
"You might have scolded her, but
not sent her away" says my grandfa-
ther. "This girl loves the little one
sincerely. Besides, after all, she is
right. It is q murder. Let Juliette play
a year or two more
''I want her to surpass all the 9TH
ers." answers my grandmother. "Be-
sides-be still"
'Ta, to, ta!' repeats my GRANDPA
ther, who always gives up with these
three words.
My grandmother takes me by the
hand, and there am, on the way to
boarding school.
My friend the grocer, to whom ]
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, !"
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 punishment. As my grand
mother answers, "To boarding SCHOOL,"
the butchers wife adds: lit is the same
thing Poor little dearr'
The large door Of Nine. Dufey's
boarding school closes with sound like
the rolling Of storm. enter into the
yard, where there are some little ones
and some tall ones" Nine. Dufey ap-
pears before me- She has mustaches,
| and the sight of her terrifies me-