The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-29

every day. 1t was the mothers fault-she
was 100 Wretched and she had relented at
last. her sorrow had got the better of
her resentment, and now she was actually
inclined to forgive. One day she mustered
up sutflcient courage to mention the sub
1ect to her husband. But he fell into a
frenzy of passion, crying "NeVerp' with
a force that shook the doors and win
dows, forbidding the poor woman to say
another word about it. She had not the
heart to obey him, and pleaded the cause
OF the guilty son again and again. And at
every new attempt Bourgueil was furious
and made terrible scene. Their home be-
came purgatory. These two old people
who had nothing to reproach themselves
with, who had loved each other faithfully
VINO had lived and toiled side by side for
more than thirty years, became almost
nostile Every night at the dinner table
the quarrel broke out anew, and it always
ended with some of those singing thrusts
that wound the heart
DO you want me to tell you what /
think, Bourgueil?'' the old woman would
say You are without pity!'
ana you are a coward to want to give
in, the mason replied, leaving the room
with stamp of his heavy foot
Left alone in the soft light of the lamp,
IN the comfortable parlor, the poor mother
who was still true to her peasant Gus
toms and retained her white linen caps,
would quietly drop burning tears on her
knitting and pray for her boy Bour-
gueil had lost all love for his home now
that he had continually a sad face to
look upon. He had got into the habit of
JOiIlilS some lIlenuS IN a cafe close by
where they waited for him for a game
of mannilla. In dealing out the cards the
irritated mason made long and violent
speeches against the present state of NOR
ais, where paternal authority was con-
cerned by children. But he sWore that
he, at least, would set a good example;
he would be stern to the end. He could
speak of nothing else and his partners
proclaimed him "a tiresome old fellow"
as soon as his back was turned. In his
presence. however, they deplored his i'll
Cf1rh q n IN md
highly praised his firmness. One man in
the group, especially, invariably hailed the
mason's imprecations with an approving
word or two: Bravo! father Bourgueil,
you are a Roman"
|. Bourgueil was from the province of
Marche, and possessed very indistinct no
tons on antiquity. Still, he had some
inkling of the story of old Brutus, and
felt highly fiattered to be compared to
such parsonage. Yet when he left the
cafe and found himself in the cold dark
night, he would say to himself-oh! very
softly-that Brutus must have had a
cruel, hard heart, and that it was hor-
rible thing to condemn a son to death.
Easter Sunday has dome-a Joyous
bright, happy day, merry with the chimes
of bells and the promise of warm spring
days. The city itself looks gay and CO.
quetttsh. Women are coming home from
church, and all are carrying a bunch of
| box-plant that nils the air with sweet
fresh odor. Even the old cab horses have
| bit of it stuck behind their earsl
| Bourgueis who sat up last evening at
! the cafe, playing cards till midnight,
wakes up very late. He is in a horrible
| mood; and what man would not be
should like to know? Last night. at
the usual hour, he had again to listen TO
his wifes absurdities. She again mem
| toned Edward and tried to soften him.
BourgueiI She had made inquiries she
! said, and learned that their daughter-in-
| law, for she was that in spite of all
his anger, was not the bad woman they
had first thought. A poor girl? Yes;
she had worked in a store. But what
of that? What were they themselves
but simple working people, even If they
had become well off? Could they ex-
pect their boy to marry some rich mar
quis' daughter? And ever since Ange-
lina-an ugly name, but 1t wasn't the
| girls fault after all-ever since Angelina
had been his wife, no one could breathe
a word against her. She was a model
little wife. "Can it be that you win not
have pity on these poor children" the
old mother had asked him tearfully.
They are poor. very poor. What do
YOU think Edward earns IN that Insurance
company where he has found a place?