The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1899-07-29
& OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
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X BY Ethel Ramsey. y
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THIS is in no sense an animal story.
/ On the contrary, it has to do with
a small convent school for girls, stu
ated in an eminently respectable but
cherries quarter of Paris. Moreover,
the story is founded on fact" as they
say, and is devoid of that lavish orna-
mentation which bona fidc animal
story permits for teller, whether he
be church member or not.
had been left in the convent to COM
plete my education. A slight illness
had excused me from the routine of the
schoolroom and as | stoou in the re-
fectory one morning, struggling with
the demon of inconsistencies, an uncon-
trollable desire to look out of the win
dow seized me. Not the window which
overlooked the garden, where | knew
there was nothing of interest to be seen
except few rowdy sparrows, or per-
haps sister scurrying across the
walled court to the other wing of the
building, but toward the opposite
house, where one of the girls declared
there dwelt handsome young man,
who had looked out of the window
when we were playing in the yard and
had twice tried to attract her attention.
Had been less homesick it might have
been a temptation to investigate, and,
If fortune favored me, to establish a
rival claim, but thirsted for a sight of
the street, forbidden pleasure.
Soeur Marie, lay sister. had taken
me to task when first arrived for de-
liberately standing at the front win
dow, where I could see and be seen.
"It looked SO bad" said she, "for a
demoiselle to appear before the pub
lie"
Presently a man carrying box of
tools came out of the house. Instead
of turning to the right or left. he
crossed the street. The door-bell
tangled and a moment later Seour
Marie led the man into the refectory.
What are you doing, mademoiselle"'
she asked.
Looking out of the window" Soeur
Marie rolled her eyes.
"Imagines vous," she said to the car
penter, 1.-The demoiselle likes to look out
of the window. She says that in her
country every young girl can look out
into the street all she wants to-"
He shrugged his shoulders politely.
He was much younger than she, and
possibly had broader views. ] decided
to cultivate him as far as possible. so
as to rout utterly the girl whose ad-
mirer lived across the court. There had
never been any doubt in my mind but
that he was valet, and it seemed that
present carpenter promised more ex-
citement than distant valet.
Soeur Marie hustled around nervous
ly. From time to time she eyed me
curiously as though celebrating. She
finally beckoned me to follow her into
the hall.
81 have to 60 down to the kitchen for
q few moments" said she, land don't
like to leave him in there alone. All
the silver mugs are out in full view, and
who knows when the hour of tempta
ton approaches? Blessed is he who is
prepared to resist it. Now you are an
American, and it will be proper for
you to remain in the room while am
downstairs. so just stay and watch the
mugs. but don't GO to the window"
"Very well, ma soeur," ] answered
quietly.
There was evidently struggle in her
mind as to the propriety of this, and
to betray interest would have settled
any doubt at once.
The carpenter by this time had
opened the door of what had supposed
was closet. When | returned to the
room. he was lneeling by a hole in
the floor cut in the bottom of the closet
taking measurements.
"What are you doing?" asked.
He stopped in his calculations.
"I.es BONES seours," he said, shave
given me a job. wanted to put the
dumb-waiter out in the room, but no
1t would look untidy, SO they have made
me use the closet for it. which is con-
trary to the laws of carpentering!"
"Are there laws of carpentering?"
asked.
"Oh, mademoiseile! There are laws
to everything, but carpentering is one
of the most difficult and complicated
of artist" Having found already that
every Frenchman considered his trade
an art, proceeded to converse amiably
plying him with questions, and really
having almost as much fun as the day
the charbonnier came and brought my
lille dog and made him perform tricks
until q. sister came up from behind and
sent me on an errand.
The dumb waiter was concession to
the march of time. Who shall say how
many years the patient sisters had
to!led up two flights of stairs, carrying
every mouthful eaten by the Is or 60
boarding scholars. and carrying down
every utensil used in the service?
The meals and the service were of the
simplest. The refectory was large,
well-lighted room, with whitewashed
walls and bare floor. The only or
nament was large ebony crucitix at
one end of the room. When the girls
went TO a meal they walked in two
by two" moi dressed in the traditional
"yellow. pink and blue" but clad in