Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1894-07-11

W CdullduCIOu. Leave UQ6 EOOm :!
''You might have scolded her, bu
not sent her away says my grandfa
ther. ''Tlss girl loves the little on
sincerely. Besides, after all, she
right. 1t is a murder Let Juliette pla
a year or two more. :"
81 want her to surpass all the 9th
ers, answers my grandmother. ''Be
sides-be still. :"
''Ta, Ia, tar' repeats my GRANDPA
ther, who always gives up with thes
three words.
My grandmother takes me BY tn,
hand, and there l am, on the way t.
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, u
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, $40 boarding school''
the butchers wife adds: ''It is the same
thing. Poor little dearp'
The large door of Nine. Dufey's
boarding school closes with a sound like
the rolling of storm. 1 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.
II have had the mother; I shall have
the daughter, she says.
Ny grandmother wants to leave me.
I hang on to her skirts. 1 drag myself
by them along the ground. I choke.
repeat sobbing, You do not love your
little girl any more. 3"
For the first time my grandmother
remains insensible to my grief. She re-
pulses me. She, who SO far has consist
entity spoiled me, thinks that the mo-
ment has come to be severe.
''Be obedient," she says to me, "or
you shall never come back to the house
again.
Il shall keep her for dinner to get her
used to it." says Nine. Dufey to my
grandmother ''Do not send for her un-
til this evening.
No misfortune in my life has appear
ed to me greater than this abandonment.
No anxiety has more broken me. / am
leaning on the wall of the classroom
under the bell which they are ringing.
This noise, from which I have not the
strength to run away, breaks my head.
Pushed on by my new comrades, ]
enter dark, sad room. They oblige me
to seat myself alone at the end of
bench. I have q fit Of despair. cry
with all my strength. I call Arthemise,
my grandfather!
An assistant teacher tells me to keep
still. She shakes me- I 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.
The assistant teacher comes back at din
ner time. I have not stopped crying. If
had known what it was to die, should
have wished for death.
''Will you keep still?'' says the assist
ant teacher to me- "Will you be good?"
I execrate this wicked woman, the
first enemy that I havo ever met. I
threaten her. She places piece of dry
bread at my side and leaves me, saying:
''You will give up"
Nine. Dufey has forgotten me. Ny
grandmother knows it later. I have
never had more violent anger than my
anger against the door which is closed.
I have never found these who are called
"the others" more cruel than ON that
day. After perfect tornado of weep
ing, knocking, crying, fell on the floor
exhausted, and I slept.
awoke in the arms of Arthemise,
who was in tears, frightened to see me
pale, and with my face all shriveled.
She rocked me to lull me to sleep while
she told me some gay stories OF eau
manchon. She repeated, ''They do not
love you, they do not love you"
Now, as I had Arthemise again, did
not cry any more. I felt strong will
in me. l 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 Cau-
manchon. 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
syraD1motbnr-he SIRE of il -
''Juliette wants to go right away, y
said l. Arthemise gave up to my pray
erS.
And as we went out Of the boarding
school I hurried up the stairs of the
rampant and began to run as fast as
could.
Arthemise caught me, took me 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 I ran OH, holding her by the hand.
1t seemed to me that 1 was doing
great thing, and that was in the right,
while my grandmother was wrong.
While running or in the arms of Arthe-
mise I repeated the word which had
struck me so much;
cit is murder!"
Eyes, it is a murder" said Arthe-
mise, ''but we shall see what we shall
see."
We walked on in the mud. 1t was
dark, and if l had not been with Arthe,
mise I should have been very much
frightened at the ruts where the cows
were lost. l was hungry, very hungry,
and 1 thought 1 was q 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 fa-
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. y
"Yos are crazy! 1t is none of your
business - cried the mother.