The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-03-10

times say 70 her: '.But It won't Be for
always, mamma. I shah b q man
soon"
At the same time. Madame Perigny
was regarded by her employer in no
mental light. DR.. Favart, wh0@Wls a
French Canadian BY birth. and still re-
verted fondly to the customs OF his old
home, gave her the nickname Of
Mamma"
you know that's our pet name for
our grandmother up In Canada" he ex-
plained. and I call you 10 because only
a grandmother could be % indulsent
ana patient with the children. After
this explanation, I know you viii for
give an old Woman's title upon you"
II.
Large families are the rule IN Creole
households: and rs the years passed
six little heads were to be seen around
Madame Favart'S knee. Max Perlgny
had grown into 4 tall STRIPPING Of sew
enteen, occupying a small position IN
a commercial house. and proud to look
forward 70 the day when he would
make a home for his mother.
"Just think. mamma, what a day It
will be when l lead you into our own
little house" he would say.
"Ah. Max" she answered, 1--WE have
planned 1t over and over again so many
times t1ae I feel as liz we had been
living there for years already. Only
can't make 1t seem natural without the
white walls and green shutters. and
you will insist that It must be painted
in shades OF brown"
"oh. yes. mother" said Max, decided
ly, 1.-The brown is much more artistic"
And mamma yielded meekly to mas
cullns wisdom.
But alas for day dreamS After many
seasons of immunity came the terrible
YEARS., when the victims Of the yell
low fever epidemic could scarcely be
counted. Max Perigny was among the
first to be stricken.
Mamma does not seem to feel I'M
easy about Max" said Madame Favart
to her husband.
"she is not alarmed because she
knows nothing about the disease" the
doctor replied. This is a grave case"
Usually che mother of an only child is
shaken daily by a hundred fears for her
darling's safety; but Mamna's feeling
seemed to be entirely different. Once,
during one Of the ailments Of Maxs
childhood, Madame Favart expressed
anxiety; but Mamma answered calmly,
Don't worry, Madame FaVart The
good God would not never take my one
from me-"
"she ought to be warned Of the turn
the disease is taking" said Madame Fa-
vart to her husband. "A hundred times
have opened my lips to say,a little
word to her; but there is something
about that serene faith that sllenceS
me. oh. Pierre, Pierre! surely YOU can
cure Maxi"
"Hls recovery would be a miracle"
answered the doctor sadly HE SEEM
ed doomed from the frat"
At last an hour came when, to Ma
dame Favarts experienced eye, hope
and doubt were over. The boy was
sunk in a stupor; the grave. handsome
young face looked sharp and thin, and
the wind that shook the curtains-the
dry, hot wind from the north-ruffied
the black curls upon his wan forehead.
Dear Mamma" said Madame Fayart
tenderly to the mother, "you see. he Is
he is resting. Come into the next room
and lie down and sleep little. 1t will
make you stronger for-for afterwards.
1 viii stay beside him" (''As he will
never regain consciousness, or be able
to speak to her apy more" thought Ma
dame Favnrt, 81 win spare her the pain
Of seeing him dle.')
Thus persuaded, Mamma who was ex-
hausted and self stuperaed by loss of
sleep. fell Into heavy slumber When
she awoke the CHASTITY toilet Of the dead
had already been made. Gently Ma
dame Favart tried to let the mother
know the truth-but for many day
that cry OF lncredulous anguish rang in
her ears: "oh, my boy! my only oneI"
AZ Madame Favart said afterwards:
'If had not fallen seriously III Just
then. Mamma would have lost her
mind. But you know how 1t is with
Mamna-make any demand upon her
affection and sense Of duty. and she
rises at once to meet 1t. But l think
the baby did more for her than any
thing else"
And surely the frail little creature,
with its ''yeux de pervenche." whom Its
own mother was too III and weak to at
tend to, came OPPORTUNITY to MI thu
empty arms and aching heart OF be-
reaved woman.
They named the child Angelo.
Just see how she turns away from
every one else, and holds out her arms
to Mammal cried Mme. Favarti land
see how she moves her little hand over
Mammals cheek, as II she were trying
to pat her. Truly, ought to be teai-
ous..'
God is good. after ALL" murmured
Mamma, holding the little form close in
her arms, with a strange sense that this
baby somehow understood and pltied
her great sorrow.
Every day seemed to add something
to little Angeles prettinesS-a frall ex-
qulslte beauty that did not suggest
health. When she was old enough to
be taken out walking, pasSerS by would
stop Mamma in the street with exelama-