The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1899-06-30

plain all streaming with sun-rays, all
halmy with m ,rning air. the plain IN
love, also, and the sun coming. like a
passionate lover, to burn her with his
ardent kisses.
Hrrmanctte, also, felt more troubled,
when he had gone: she leaned on the
G Ire of the well. looked ut branch
dancing at the entrance Of the path, the
branch from which Jean had gathered
a ,me.ranate flower, and then she
remained. dreamy, thus assisting the
blossoming of her first love, which
grew, chaste and pure i'll her virgin
heart, like pretty bud proud of hav-
ing all its leaves.
Bat, one evening, through the glass
of her window, she saw a beautiful
heaven all twingling with stars. She
wished to 90 out. The hour was charm
ING. An infinite calm spread over the
plain the stars sparklel, thrown into
space like the dust of diamonds.
Hermanette looked, curaptured her
eyes fixed in mystic contemplation.
The majesty of this evening calm, of
this sleep Of things; the far off rustling
of the leaves, arriving at intervals, like
the sigh of Il day exhausted at the end
of its task finally, the spectacle of that
isolation which the moon lighted with
a dying liz int, all this exhausted her
young Imagination. One would have
said that all nature held her peace the
better to hear the beatings of this girl
lovers heart 1t seemed to her that a
voice was about to issue from the ST.
lence to sing her love. And she was
intoxicated. the beautiful Maid Of
Aries, with this perfume which spread
itself abroad, like heady fluid.
On that evening she had had most
passionate transports. The thought of
Jean possessed her more; magnetic
force drew her to him.
Quickly she set out, following the
farm wall, and, as she went forward to
see whether Jeans window were
lighted, up there, behind the little
white curtain, where the shadow of the
frame placed sombre cross, she heard
voice that rose, carried 10y the fresh
breeze.
1t was .he voice of Jean. 4 deep
voice which was singing of love.
Hermanctte WAS trembling all over.
She remained nailed to the place :;
then, little by little, she abandoned
herself to the charm of the dream that
lulled her like babe rocked in its
cradle; shutting her eyes from pleas
ure, to hear better: listening with all
her soul, with all the strength of her
passion, with all the love of which she
was capable.
Wise, beauteous Suzon | adore;
She makes my heart to throb and glow;
Oh oh oh
have no heart for working, more;
'Tis foolishness to love her so.
Oh oh
To love her so
Then the simple child, going over,
one by one, the words of the song, had
a violent, 4 brutal shock !:
ale loves me no more y she thought
And the name of Suzon staid with her,
pursued her.
How! Jean was in love with another!
And whom
Her young imagination labored,
sought to remember. Suzon: 1t was
without doubt a Miramas girl, more
beautiful, younger, more loving.
Ga no! very surely not more low
ing. Nc one could love more And,
with harsh suddcnness, she caught 4
glimpse of all this treackery, the loss
of her love. She caught hold Of the
wall to keep from staggering. Her
breast trembled, palpitating, under the
fine muslin crossed on her bosom.
Then. little by little, she came to
herself The voice continued still.
She wished no more to hear it now ::
that voice hurt her.
And wholly sad, she made her way
back, ingenuousIy wiping away her
tears with the wrong side of her skirt
SO Jean loved her no more. Oh !!
how lonely and forsaken she felt. This
evening shadow which had su ldcnly
snatchcd away her golden dream in its
dark thick mist, this shadow sthed
her, fell cold, icy, upon her still warm
! heart.
The next morning, when she saw
j Jean coming to the well, she wished to
! confess all to him: she was suffering
! too much, the poor child! With her
eyes large with tears, her voice choked
with emotion, she threw, herself boldly,
without thought, into his arms.
Why should she dissimulate, since
she loved him?
"Monsieur Jean" said she, Il prom
ise you to be strong. know that yon
know another than l. You are very
free, are you not! Only, | ask a favor
of you. You will show her to me-
your love; | wish to see her that, all
my life, may feel remorse for not
having been beautiful enough, lo*ins
enough, or good enough"
Jean did not know what she meant.