The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1904-10-30
barrassment and trouble than have ever

barrassment and trouble than have ever
experienced.
But TO make you understand this must
tell you little of he changes in the good
man's life during the last year.
when he came here year ago to bid
me farewell he told me that his sister
was coming very soon 10 live with him
and keep house at the parsonage. / con-
said how glad l should be 10 know that
he was being comfortably looked our for
by devoted sister. He did not seem
exactly delights at the prospect and re-
piled sadly that his sister had been deaf
for two years.
when 1 returned here this summer I
hesitated to call at the parsonage. II was
certainly necessary. but If I began by
calling upon her now how could I avoid
asking her to dinner with the cure on Sun
Several days passed, and ! had almost
forgotten the deaf sisters existence when
the Mayors little wifi came to call. She
spoke Of the cures sister and added:
do with her. She is eelfsh and unreas-
bur peaceful life"
"'And the next Sunday when the old
maid refused TO acknowledge my greet
ing recognized that she would have none
sit was not long after that when the
cure, coming 70 dinner. explained 10 me
with tears In his eyes that his roses had
nseds un Sn by he broas Tine
the usual bouquet, but the finest roses were
missing.
al suspected mystery, and week later
by chance 1t was revealed: My friends
on Sunday and I accompanied them on
their way to the station as far as the
church, and then after service reached
home.
"My way led by the little garden ad join
ing the parish house, and as skirted the
hedge in the gathering twilight was
astonished to hear the soft murmuring
Of voices. stood still to listen, fearing
| some thief might be seeking to enter the
church. and presently overheard one
Have you been over the hedge into
q Yes, Monsieur the cure replied the
second voice, but, I'm afraid. know she
will thrash me II she sees me
'"Don't be afraid, my lad. answered the
first, which now recognized as that Of the
cure, -she can't thrash you, for you are going
away Tomorrow. Have you the knife?",
flowers and I'm afraid I'll cut my fingers
go Here, catch these matches, rejoined
the little cure. BE sure you pick only the
most beautiful ones
- The voices were silent and without
stopping to think, ran "a quickly as pos
sib1e down the shaded pathway till was
near the gates of my own chateau. Then
I sank painting on the ground and in flash
/ realized the meaning Of what had over
heard.
1.-The voices belonged to the cure and
one OF hia choir boys, and the poor little
priest was stealing his own roses to bring
them to ne! Doubtless the horrible sister
had refused to let him have any and was
guarding and keeping them for herself!
You cannot imagine how I felt, Rene.
and how the thought Of the sanity priest
reduced to such strategy to obtain his
own roses seemed sad and pathetic! At
last rose and made my way to the chateau,
but later, when the good cure entered,
bringing his bouquet of autumn roses,
felt my cheeks grow pale as said;
"'"My doctor has forbidden me the scent
of roses; pray do not bring me any more.
-'And So added my cousin, rising, I
have one more regret in my life, cannot
receive any more roseel Alasl life u made
up Of regrets, but. at least, the little cure
does not know"