Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian., 1858-06-05

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aid u.s." she said.
They walked on silently for little time.
"We must part now, Stephen
81 sail tomorrow, Margaret"
They stood and gazed sadly on the grave
stones there seemed nothing but an atmos-
phere of dampness and decay around them,
only the warm love and young hopes in their
breasts; but these triumphes ;, even IN the
sorrow of the hour. He held her in his strong
arms, for one last caress, and then released
her. In another minute he was gone. And
as they parted with wrung hearts, fearing. as
many young have feared, that the hour glass
of time, or the seythe of death would stand
between them in this life.
! CHAPTER III.
Stephen Sellon pulled his hat over his eyes,
and bent his steps towards his little inn
where his worldly goods were packed ready
for transit, in depressed and doAmorseful
state of misd. He was miserable enough, and
though he bit his lips and clenched his teeth,
it was hard work to keep the tears from star
ing. 1t was in vain that he inwardly exhort-
ed himself not to feel the wringing pain at
his heart that he repeated to himself at first
mentally and attcrward, aloud for greater ef-
feet that hard wise saying of Queen Elisa
beth, "Time will comfort us, and why not
do for ourselves Times office p Nature, not
manhood, was uppcrmost.
His dinner was despatched, and then he
crossed his legs, and gazed moodily into the
fire. He folded his arms tightly across his
chest, think n, of her Then he opened the
window AMI leaned out, with some romantic
idea that the wind would watt her breath to
him, or that the same moon would look down
on both. He had not naturally a genius for
selftorment quite the reverse but In love a
man will do such things In his minds eye
he beheld her as his wife and again. he saw
her fret.ing and worn, struggling for her faith
er with adverse circumstances, and sinking
quietly, but surely, while his arm would be
far from her. Then an organ-boy added his
mite of torture, and commenced Angiop-d'a-
more, a song he had often heard Margaret
sing he turned away as if he had been
stung. 1t suggested unfathfuness and
tried to recall her actual words. No vow
had been given though much had been inn
Piled. So, being driven from the window by
| the organ, he returned and faced his friend,
the fire, watching ring after ring of the pale
blue smoke ascend, until he fell into sort
of doze, then started up, look at his watch,
get his luggage together, and hurried oil in
time to catch the night train for town.
| He got into an empty second class carriage,
placed his carpet bag under his head, spread
his plaid on the seat, stretched himself out
at full length, and tried in body and mind,
fell asleep and woke up in London. The
sharp morning air, murkey atmosphere, the
huge pile of houses broke on the eye as he
yawned and shivered with the uneasy, un-
washed sensation, which nights travelling
generally leaves. There was not more time
than sufficient to swallow cup OF hot coffee,
and reach the southeastern terminous for the
down train to Folkstone
A merry little French peasant woman was
waiting there, with her three children to re-
turn to in La Belle France Her colored hand
kerchief gay earrings, and the foreign ap-
peararcc of the party, had Of course secured
her the usual amount of staring with which
BritOns always favor strangers. Stephen
handed her into the carriage he intended to
occupy, and then her small, dark, black eyed
children.
At teach station they put their heads out OF
the window, and exclaimed, in high pitched
voices, and the most curious accent, GLOW
far is it from London, portair 2" Either their
thirst for this knowledge was unsuitable or
they understood the question and not the an
swer, for they repeated the experiment at
every opportunity, to the intense delight oil
the guards. The little vivacious woman chat
ted away to Stephen she told him all her
history-why she had been to England, how
she found the people kind, but sad and not
only ignorant. but absolutely unteachable, in
matters Of the cuisine.
Three days from that time Stephen was
at Marseilles, and was engaged there at sea-
mans wages, to work under the engineer in
the Peninsula ard Oriental steamship Ava
1t sailed, and he sped on his way; if his heart
was heavy, bis spirit was good; his belief in
Margaret's faithfulness was very considera
BILE his belief in his own was amazingly
firm.
CHAPTERIv
1t was perhaps dozen years after this
that lady, warmly clad in silks and fnrs
walked down the principal street of Wendon
one winters day, She carried small rol
of music under her cloak, and stopped at one
of the large cloistered houses that flanked the
cathedral in their well bred gloom and still
ness. She rang the bell and was quickly ad
mitted into the drawing room. She opened
her music, laid aside her wrappings, and re-
vealed the face of Margaret Merton, full
gay, handsome and careless, with bewitch.
ing drollery about the mouth, and maternal
eye. Presently the door was opened, and
tall and willful girl, with pair Of flashing
blue eyes, almost ran in. She would have
embraced Margaret on the spot, but the lat
ter drowned the effect in her own signfcan
way ; she laid her hand on the young lady's
shoulder, saying
"Well, Cecile, how is the voice. and how
have you progressed with the song?"
"Oh, Miss Merton, papa says am hoarse
and that have cold; but let me try"
For myself, l think it. an undoubted fact
, that school girls pay greater attention to les
, sons received from masters than from thei
, own sex and make no question that whel
the enlightened and platonic nature of tn
, age admits of youths beng instructed by fe
male professors, the converse of the proper
tion will hold good. At the SINE time ther
is another fact to be placed against this, a
has always been the case with every act,sinc
the world began and that is that a woman
, of certain age, who has selfcontrol, and ha
cultivated her powers of fascination, can,
, she chooses do it, acquire an influence owe
young girls, which almost amounts to idola
try on the one sde and against which love
can hardly hold his own. So Margaret, VIII
liked to be charming, and was necessitated il
her character as music teacher to eschew fiji
| ting, made herself particularly charming t
: her pupils, who all adorcd her after the fash
e ion of young girls. We may also suppose,
= we like, that she thought little Of poo
0 Stephen. and for his sake did not wish t
( lose her skill in the art of being dclightfi
: for want of practice. So the two sat dowr
$ and proceeded amcably for some time. A
i last the fantasy seized Margaret that Mis-
r Vecker should repeat certain passage gi,
Il en- number of times as penalty for the fallin
$ short in the rode of performing it. Th
young girls spirit did not bear this burde
It very meekly first her pride, and lastly, tt
c spirit of sullenness descended, and utterl
s paralyzed Miss Verekers vocal powers.
/ decided pause ensued. Margaret smiling