St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1865-09-28

ing hickory tree. Il will go on in little
while-when / have rested these weary
limbs and aching feet!''
Slowly, slowly, like the breath Of pop
pies, or the incense of lotus-isler, the sweet
topper stole over the freezing victim slow
~ the tides of life seemed to curdle and |
grow still in her veins, and the restless
beating Of her heart grew calm.
"Where am II"
She sat up in bed, bewildered and but
half conscious. 1t was no forest dell, amid |
the interlacing boughs ard tangled leafess
vines, but stately chamber with heavy
draperies of violet velvet, and walls colored
a rosy purple like the sunset. On the
marble hearth blazed bright pile Of logs,
and the velvet chairs and sofas seemed to
throw back the ruddy glow from their cary
ed farmes like so many MIRRORS.
"Hush, my dear! hush-you are very
weak"
A portly housekeeper, dressed in rust
ling black silk and wearing a heavy gold
chain about her neck, adsanced to the bed
side.
"Have been sick ~
With the question came a food of an
sweling rcmemberance The dreary ride
i" the cars-the inhospitable farmhouse
the lonely woodland she sank back on
her pillow more bewildered than ever.
"How came here ?" she asked humbly.
'They found you down by the carriage
road last night. Hush, dear-don't tire
yourself talking!'
"But you will tell me whose house this
is ? to whom an indebted for a shelter p
"Certainly-there's no harm in that !; it
is Mr.. Minot house,
mir. Minot's ~
eyes, Mr.. Frank Minct's. 1t hasn't
been his long, however, IT'S only year
since his uncle died and left him: the prop
erty. A different house it has been since
he came here to live-we are all fond of the
young MASTER"
Augusta was silent q hot flush crept
over her cheek, leaving it pale as monu-
mental marble. What fate had thrown hel
helpless and weak, upon the merciful kind
ness of the very man of all others to whom
She least wished to be beholdenf An,
times were changed now-she was poo,
and friendless, while he was wealthy ant
! courtcd.
Are you IN pain, my dear :" asked th'
houSckeeper.
''No-it is not that, feel stronger nov
II must get up and 60 away
"You must do no such thing said tn
old lady authori'ively. ''Are you weary
Of your life that ou wish to peril it again.
EYES," walled Augusta. 81 am so wear,
ofit. Why did you hot let me die whe1
death WAS near-what right had you t.
> snatch me from my doom %
Mrs. Armsby's hair stood on end wa
the young lady c,azed by her exposure an
swoon.
10 "My dear-my lear!' she exclaimed
''this is very wrong. Wait until to-mor
row, you will be stronger then.''
y And Augusta, sick and weak, could bu
y" submit.
The vivid sunshine of the next day
noon was throwing its golden banners O.
the floor, as she sat there, sadly watchin
~ ~ the arrowy quiver Of light, when the doc
~ gently opened to admit gentleman.
~ "Miss Pelham-you are better -
81 am, Mr.. Minot!''
; ;, He sat down beside her, calm and qui,
~, .a as ifthey had met but yesterday.
:, ''Tell me all about it,
- ~, And she told him, US meekly as chile
SWELL" he said, thoughtfully, when til
story was complete, 'what do 20" propos
to do?"
a. do not know she faltered. s.
- :, thought might perhaps teach.'
"Teach ?" he smiled. "You teach ?
=, we'll take arsenic at once--it would be a
easier DEATH"
~, ~ 81 could embroidor very nicely"
:, "Slow starvation"
She burst into tears.
,. ''You are cruel, Mr.. Minot," she sobbet
''to discourage me so: must live, whs
. else can I do?'
. Frank Minot looked her gravely in th
-. face.
"Augusta Pelham, you might marry tn
man who has loved you, with the whvl
,, strength Of his soul, ever since the nigt
,. you scorned him frst He loves you still
is there an answering throb in your heart?
|. Augusta whispered, softly:
" "Do you remember the night sent fo
you, and you did not comet"
. eyes"
~ "Well, that night first knew that ha
learned to.::love you. Oh, Frank, hav
u been so humbled since-so tried!"
:, "My dearest, 1t is over now"
~ And then, with her forehead on his shou
der, she felt that his words were true. tn
> night Of sorrow had passed, and joy ha
~ come in the morning The stormy wing
. Of the December tempest had waited her t
~ the one heart of all the world that was
be her resting place forever.
The State Treasurer of Ohio has bee
le placed under arrest by Gov. Anderson #