St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1860-02-09

with him; but when 1 suggest the very
obvious remedy Of his doubling that in
come, he flies into passion, and says that
his daughter shall only marry a man who
can support her, which means that he
wants to make as cheap bargain with
her as he does with the hides and skins he
imports for he is leather merchant,
and always has an odour of tan about him
at least / think 80, though Julia won't
allow it,. ~
Julia is an only daughter, and has no
mother; and although very sour-faced
old virgin Cher fathers sister) lives with
her to watch, and protect, and bore her to
death, We manage to meet sometimes in
kensington Gardens and such places. At
least we used to meet; but alas! We were
found out. That wicked old sour-face pre-
tended one day to be going into the city
to receive her dividends (she has capital
income, and Julia naturally took the op-
portunity OF dispatching me note, per
the lady's maid, to meet her at our old
trysting place. We mct-wc sat on our
tavorite seat-it is very private, and known
only to few. We talked-we--
"Ahem! went sharp voice.
"Ah!' shrieked Julia.
'"The devilw cried I.
"Indeed" said the intruder; and the
sour-faced aunt stood before US.
"My dear madam !" said swallowing
my rage, and determined to try and propi-
tiatc her
"Don't talk to me, sir: you arc base
deeeitful man. AS for you, Miss"-here
she turned to Julia-"come home directly,
we shall see whether you ever play me tAis
trick again."
"May l fetch you cab ?" said I, wish
ing to find any excuse to be near Julia,
and forgetting that we were in the middle
OF kensington Gardens, where cabs are not
exactly to be found.
"Certaihly," said the aunt, with hide
Gus grin Of irony ON her countenancc !;
"Go and fetch the cab, sir: VIC shall wait
till you bring it hcrc."
From that day we have never met; we
are obliged to be more cautious about our
correspondence, and the bakers mans
fees have risen in consequence. Things
are getting unendurable. I have been
trying to devise thousand plans for
winning Julia, and I can't succeed in fra
ming one that looks feasible. I know no
one who could aid memo one whom I
could sufficiently trust in such matter.
Within the last hour strange fancy has
seized me-to consult ''The Man over the
Way about it. What can have put such
an idea into my head I do not know. 1t
is not at all unlikely that the Man will re-
gard me as lunatic, and hand me over to
a policeman if I call on him. I feel the
absurdity Of the whole thing, and yet
cannot conquer the intense longing l feel.
I must go to him, let the result be what 1t
may.
1 have been to him. What strange
interview! Let me describe it.
knocked at the door, and asked to sec
the gentleman on the first floor. The SER
want stared, took my card up, and return
ed directly, desiring me to walk up. I
entered the Mans room, and stood face to
face with him.
"What do you want?' asked he with
the utmost abruptness.
never felt so awkward in my life.
fully expected polite bow, and an inqui-
ry-"to what am to attribute the honor
of this visit ?" and 1 had prepared neat
little speech Of excuses and apologies in
reply; but the sudden and gruh-"What
do you want ?" completely upset me.
81 want-I wish-to consult Jou,"
began.
"Consult me! I'm not doctor, nor an
astrologer, nor any internal humbug" said
the Man.
"I'm aware of that" replied I.
"Then what the deuce do you mean by
intruding on my pr1vacy?" he asked; Ego
away directly"
The last words were uttered very much
in the style and tone in which people
commonly address dog who has miscon.
Quoted himself. [ was very angry-though
/ begin to suspect now that I had no right
to he so.
~ shall do nothing Of the kind," said l.,
in rage; and sat down in the nearest
chair. L..
The Man stared ut nc in way that
made me suspect that he contemplated
suddenly seizing the poker, and cracking
my skull with it; but instead of doing SO,
he gradually sunk into his chair, and said
"I rather like you now, young man.:
Sit still. It's a pity you have not little
more Of that energy at ordinary times %
"What do you know about it ?" cried
], in surprise:
."1 know a great deal about it, " was the
|Feply: II know that you are a weak, idle
young man, whose only occupations are
writing twaddling love letters, and exerci-
movements" ..~ >~ Nh 81 - 4
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