The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1867-11-28

I lovedin heaven, - No words can de:
scribe the bitterness Of those DAYS,
The old sorrow had been eomforted and
soothed by the tender love that I had
lost M now. lily mother, my lifelong
companion, was gone, and l was all
alone in the world. Uncle Stanhope
vas vas very kind, Lizzie and May affec::
tlonate, Harry sympathizing, but they
all had their own interests and d ! ties,
While stood alone.
Lizzie was going to be married, and
had her trousseau to arrange, her
lovers visits to receive: Harry was
preparing to goto Europe: May va:
very deeply interested in the study Of
German; uncle had his business, too
and the Interests of three children a,
heart. l.: only, was alone.
Judge, then, Of my deep gratitude
when Mrs. Hall wrote to invite me te
make my home with her. She was
very feeble, and nee led j, daughters
love; would 1 take her in my. dead
mothers place, and let her love and
comfort me? Uncle grumbled little.
but let me go.
l. =
"Remember," he said, t:Agnes, this
is only for lens visit. Milford can.
not spare you for always, and this mus
be your home. Promise me to think
OF my house as home. And, Agsie
when you are able to bear gayety; you
will come to Thanksgiving: l. zzie
will come home, then; May, too, if she
marries. Let it be a family reunion
for the future. = You will come z" ii
lpromised all his kind love demand.
Fed, and then went to New York.
My welcome there was loving, cor
| dial one, but I found new member tc
| the quiet family. a.
"My niece, Martha Hail. said the
old lady, after greeting me, and ! sal]
figure arose up from a corner, and said
f. "Good-evenine," and then subsided
I did not get = good look .t her until
the next morning, when she burst into
my room. Then / saw blonde, tall
fair, and gloriously beautiful, dressed il
an eccentric way that my inexperiencf
did not recognize Is 'sfast.' -
"Good: morning" }" she said, abruptly
GLOW do you like it :" =.
"Like xh.t!' was my puzzled in,
quiry: T.
awhy, this slow, stupid place. Oh
! forgot, you are in mourning, so YOU
can stand it. 1suppose I am in mourn.
ing, too. or ought to, be, for I won,
wear black What's the use I neve,
saw pa for eleven years. Went of, you
know, to Russia, and left me at board
4 ing.sehool. and theredied and bequeath.
led me to aunt and Gerald. Pve go1
lots Of money some where, they say
land next year, being of age, I mean t.
use IL, aud dash: Till then, Pve got to
Evegetates here. Oh, mercy! I did
hope when I heard there was a young
lady coming, there would be some life
in the shanty, but you look as slow and
mopey as the rest.'
II have just lost my mother" l said
"near me! have you? That is bad.
Mine died when I was ushered into this
world, SO I can't be expected to feel
very bad about it, being probably more
concerned about here We go up, up,
upey,' and little Jacky Horncr.' and
literature of that description for some
time afterwards. By the way, what do
you think of Jerry ~
| "Who ?" lii:
"Gerald. Now don't look as if
had called George Washington Wash,
or Bonaparte Nappy; I know he's a
solemn old prig, but it is time somebody
took the conceit out of him. He's to
be my husband, you know"
"No. I had not heard"
"Bless you, yes; and if he don't die
of it; it's mercy. The old folks had it
all fixed. Pa, he wrote to auntie, and
am to stay here till I am, of age, and
then marry Sir Prim. If he wasn't Sc
awful solemn, I might endure it, but
the one ruling desire Of my life is to see
him turn somerset, vault over chair,
or do something else perfectly ahsurb.''
! 81 am afraid you will never be graft
. fed"
"No, I suppose not, especially since
| you:are here to keep him in counteuance.
Perhaps TIL marry him, perhaps
shan't.. Is this blue thing becoming" a"
she said abruptly, marching to the glass,
to see the jaunty little jacket indicated.
"I like red, but T can't wear even pink
without looking like Dutch milkmaid.
You could, now, with all that splendid
black hair. Where on earth did you get
| your complexion, with black hair and
eyes? You're as fair as I am, though
you have no color. . But what little
thing you are. I could carry you in my
arms like baby"
i II was always small" I said, scarcely
knowing how to answer.
| "Well, I didn't suppose you had
shrivelled any At your ago. Heigh.ho !
Shall we always stagnate this way P"
and she sat down, and began to nurse
her own foot.
I looked At her in perfect wonder,
In my quiet life, in our own little town.
! had never met With specimen of the
fast young lady, and this beautiful, ve-
hement creature, puzzled me amazingly.
All her hair was worn in 4 little crop Of
short curls, wonderfully becoming; her
large, well.opened blue eyes were full of
light and 6rs; her fair complexion was
tinged with glowing color, and her tall
figure was perfect in its proportion; the
little hands nursing the pretty foot were
snall, and yet full OF nervous vitality
"You'll read to auntie now, won't
you ?'' she said, s'and I can practic,
more. The only comfort have is ia
making, that old piano rpg. Auntie
says I gpbble any how. Who wouldn't
Eharty over,such stupid old stuff
81 will read to her." I said. :.
"Well, 60, theu-it's her hour, I
say" aud then she hesitated. ':Kiss
rcaayasT amt half snch \ heothor ,a r