The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1895-05-24

fHt foam at the corners of his mouth.
nave heard his breath caught in it like
! the little breezes in the wet leaves early
! in the morning.
How do know? All. madame would
| not ask If she ever had heard the foot
steps of Monsieur S;bot. Madame shall
| hear them one day. and she never shall
| forget any more: never. any more. Mon
sltur Sabot shall come behind her, follow
| ing. following. Madame shall fear to
turn: she shall never 'l;ls to look back,
but she shall know that Monsieur Sabot
| has blOOdShOt eyes and teeth as white as
milk.
| But, perhaps. the sweet mother will
have compassion on madame and will
| keep Monsieur Sabot away. | pray SO.
For madame is good. 1t was kind to
| bring; me these flowers. We do not see
| many flowers in the place. Even the val
ley lilies die in the crevic,s. They lay
we may dig up the soil, perhaps, to get
the smell Of the dear, fresh earth in our
| tired nostrils. But they arc wrong The
soil is sweet, but we are too busy to
dig: we must think If one should stop
thinking one would die before one had
TIM" to confess and be absolycd. The
| cure is not always here, and the hours tly
| away so fast, always so fast.
1T was madanle'i; sweet flowers that
made me think of my story just now.
They are SO like the ones which Theophile
| used to bring me on my fete day ut jon
We were very happy then. 1t is now
many man. yea n -, ago: Time is SO fleet: mad;
something makes us feel; then we learn
| to know. One never knows till one feels.
| The old tell of the joy of youth. 1t is
we'll. Once the old were young. But the
young cannot speak of the peace of age
They know it not; they have not felt.
| 50 madame knows that Monsieur Sabot
has D!oodshot eyes, but | know-I who
! me. | am not cold. l will not forget
and grow wild. | cannot help shivering.
1t is fear, | think, but it will pass soon.
| 1.-The hills were very fair at Dion.
They were light green in the spring and
then white with marguerites. The river
at the foot of the meadow showed two
shades. Of blue: in the shadows. 1t
foamed like sparkling wine between the
stones and rolled little round pebbles
down to a pool under a messy bank where
! we used to sit.
I'VE went there very often. I saw the
face Of Thcophiie reflected in the water.
1t was beautiful. Hooked upon it many
times. L could see him thus without ap-
pearing toflOok at him:s1 dared not meet
his eyes because my heart had leaped into
mine. j must not betray the secret OF
my heart. Theophile grew more silent
| EACH :1PfI ludl liz was
my face as sat gazing into the murmur.
ing river.
"One day he took my hand and leaned
near. He was very gentle. He wits
pered something to me. 1t was as tender
as the compassi@n. nf God. Then looked
into his eyes and told him the secret !
had been hiding. l betrayed my heart
And the river turned to silver and the
foam was studded with diamonds, and
all the marguerites had golden hearts, as
they laughed up the side. of the green
hill And the birds sang the song of the
angels.
THAT time was full of happiness. W.
spoke little as the days passed. We
needed no words, because we lived each
others lives. We were silent in the face
Of a great JOY. and the time sped on wings
Of light. Deep JOY is always silent and
alas! always tleeting. 1t is like the un
dercurrcnts of the beautiful river, whc!
knows no ripple as they sweep i'll still
ness to the sea.
I'VE dreamed a short space and awok'
to the sound of drums. From LORRAINE