was always ill-disposed towards me, and always sought to mortify me!”
Ah! the poor child! she knew not what new abomination the malicious fellow was again contriving.
THE BROKEN CUP.
Early in the morning Marietta went to the spring with the cup. There were no flowers yet on the rock. It was still quite too early; for the sun had scarcely risen from the sea.
Footsteps were heard. Colin came in sight, the flowers in his hand. Marietta became very red. Colin stammered out “good morning, Marietta,” but the greeting came not from his heart, he could hardly bring it over his lips.
“Why dost thou wear my ribbon so publicly, Colin?” said Marietta, and placed the cup upon the rock. “I did not give it thee.”
“Thou didst not give it to me, dear Marietta?” asked he, and inward rage made him deadly pale.
Marietta was ashamed of the falsehood, drooped her eyelids, and said after a while, “Well, I did give it to thee, yet thou shouldst not have worn it so openly. Give it me back again.”
Slowly he untied it; his anger was so great that he could not prevent the tears from filling his eyes, nor the sighs from escaping his breast.—“Dear Marietta, leave thy ribbon with me,” said he softly.
“No,” answered she.
Then his suppressed passion changed into desperation. Sighing, he looked towards Heaven, then sadly on Marietta, who, silent and abashed, stood by the spring with downcast eyes.
He wound the violet coloured ribbon around the stalks of the flowers, said “there, take them all,” and threw the flowers so spitefully against the magnificent cup upon the rock, that it was thrown down and dashed to pieces. Maliciously he fled away.
Mother Manon lurking behind the window, had seen and heard all. When the cup broke, hearing and sight left her. She was scarcely able to speak for very horror. And as she pushed with all her strength against the narrow window, to
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