St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1864-04-28
AN IDLE HOUR AND Irs RESULTS.
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HYNARY q. VAUGHAN.

AN IDLE HOUR AND Ifs RESULTS.
ny MARY G. VAUGHAN.
! 1--we an hour before train time, and how
to employ it is the question. 1t is too hot
TO attempt anything useful. and a. to be.
ing ornamental, that is impossible with
ones face in : blaze, and ones collar wilt
ed down. However, may as well take .
stroll on Broadway. It's better thai sit.
ting in this deserted Office, and. as every.
body is out Of town, shall be sure not to
meet any one know.
Herbert Langley still came to town, ev-
cry day from his homo up the river, but he
was getting desperately tired of it. The
weather WAS growing exceedingly warif,
there was little business and nearly all his
associates had left for their summer re.
treats. He had finished everything he had
to do, read the papers even to the lass ad-
veI tisement, and there still remained an
hour to be disposed Of before he could re-
turn home. An idle hour!
He locked his desk. took hp his hat and
sauntered forth to meet not creature in
the deserted halls, but . char-woman with
bucket and scrubbing brush, who greeted
him wi,h,a smile on her wan face, in mem
Tory OF sundry coins that the tall handsome
man had slipped into her hands. a''@'
N Something now made her shower him
with dressings in the richest brogue, as he
vent ';:whistling for want Of thought" down
the long stairs, the clauk Of ii. heel on the
iron tihe,,anly: other sound that echoed
through tho ,bAildinT.," .''..,A ~, -'I',
| He changed his mind when he reached
Dro"dway, and crossing, over he en,sred
the open doors ofs. .ltis,.y: :ehursb. How
dim, and cool. and stiNr b ~eemed after the
glare: and h.at and n:iee without. lie
..rol,el about tn. porcEes ant,a,oug the
a'slcs, aud then went out to wander
under the grand old trees OF the church.
yard, and ponder over. the sunkcn,
gray and half dsfaccd tombstones that,
commemorated the dead long forgotten but
for them. He wondered how these ancicn,
worthless, laid there, to their last sleep, could
rest with the dircful din and clang of COM
mcrce aud the Crash Of wheels forever fill
ing all the ambient air aud shaking the very
ground their bones reposed in.
II wouldn't blame the old fellows for
walking, if they cannot have = quleter bed
than this. l shall rather believe in ghosts
after this, and consider them very respect
able, members Of society. Id be one my
self if had no more eohitortable place for
MY last, long rest.'', 49,.
There was dead pause-turning the
corner Of . tall monument close beside him,
came lady leading little boy By the
hand. She gave ! slight shrek as she saw
ifim, and put ont her hands, either in greet
ing or to ward him off: Her dress was very
plain and poor, and that Of. xidox--but.
she wes unmistakabl, lady, and after the
FIRST exclamation she bent her head slightly
as to a stranger and would have withdrawn.
"Come, Bonney," she said, and the little
child turning his wondering eyes in which
hostile light. had heeu ceming from the
stranger, clung closer TO his mothers hand
as she moved on. But Herbert Langley
placed himself in her way. 49,, ..1..,..,
''won't you speak to me- lisa ?" he said,
II am sure know Of no reason why you
should not, ".,aad his voice trombled as he
Hold out his hand, that was not quite steady
either. : lA1: 5~,~. ,..i,2 mi '''.''
.' She he.itated lit,i.; gave tihid glance
r 1t his face, and then just touched With The
tips Of her fingers the broad welcoming comm
palm. '"."* s"@'>7,.@l nE| I'D %"i s'''"
s''fou remember me, them said she, ii
thought no one would know me iox. - :
81, At any rfalee, am not likely to forget
you lisa. But 1 had no idea you were in
this country. Have you long return led, and
is this your little boy p ~ ii. ls.1 s.'' s|>
''1 have been year in America, and this
is my little Bonneville, my sole treasure
now" nr"3aT
| T"1f dared ask" r .,>r.
s1'.Ask me nothing You see me 80 chang
cd that hoped none Of my friends I once,
had would recognize me DOW. Iwould not
renew my acquaintance with them. Com.
Bonney, We will go now."ia jla@
ad''Not till you h.7e shaken hands with one
Of your msmms's old friends, my boy
ED6ht you think you q can lit. ne .s'iittle
Fair ?''s'H35fa 9:i' 'ot mAd' i;aata avcr ss~
s,..0h u. sir. sir. I l,1. u, You r yr,ry much il
you IKE ny mo: out she always sid slSl. she 2
is''n had Nc friends here ' and Tn sure never
saw any ''''' %1ss'5.I's =
5:::Th.t's because she did" not. let hst:
friends ::tpe1 .hs .b n. lhssre. lhhsre. But ~e'n
change aa the.t, viii ve, PCT, BonpsItl4-.
Tell me whess'yea' live; 'ssnd I'M some and
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