The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-07-16

delicious evenings, and music .
, sweet oonvsrse shall 4 sver forget i
II the xikening W bitter; lst No !,
member that the dreap. NJ very sxs.
Il Mr'Thompson. was % lsavsi ust4 Il
next notning, and w.s wsrs ia tho &,
/; den tegesher.s I knew b this il
y !holw ! + fslt' towards him, and, Ii,
1 though he ~, / doubled II he c.r,
i much for me. And when he sai
"Augusta, ! have something to s.y !,
you," my heart began to beat: He use
To- scall me Augusta, nov and then, hi,
ing known me assa child !; but nev.
had be said it 70 kindly Is this evel
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- All, we'll! I suppose many wome
have to 90 through the bitterness xhic
came 70 me then. Mr.. Thompson ha
met my cousin Jessie, at Mrs. Grey,
proposed to her, aud been accepted
From the moment be mentioned Jel
sizes name, I knew my fate. if 1Withou
seeking it. I suppose che had stood be
tween me and every good. She ha.
taken the friendship of my best friend
the liking Of my nearest relative
was not really my aunt's niece, onl,
her husband's-and now she had fore
stalled me in the love Of tho only mar
I ever cared for. Surely she Wa mo-
to blame in that, but, oh how hard
how very hard, it seemed to me! Th<
nightingale sang in the trees above o.
pure brilliant stars burned in the sky
the garden was full of fragrance, and
MI. Thompson went on pouring Jes.
sizes praises ia my ear. She was %
handsome, 80 bright, 80 genial, and %
delightfully."- inuocent!> ~ And what do
you suppose he told al this fort Why,
because hs wanted mo to 60 aud live
with them. My aunt,s health had
been falling Of late, and he vas aware
that 1 knew the 9worst must coon come,
90 hs wanted mo to be sure Of = home.
/ burst into team. >. -:
:. my dear, good child" he cried,
warmly, "lf I were not going away, I
would not have grieved you 70. You
have, I know, true, warm heart
Your aunt may live for yeas; only, if
she should not, Jessie and L"
"Please don't {" I interrupted. 1
could not bear it. Tho more he prais-
I'd me, tho kinder he was, tho more 1
wept and felt miserable. At length, 1t
my request, he left me. I grew calm
Or after while, and went in. ~
'Do play Chopin's march for Us, my
dear" said my aunt. Poor, dear aunt!
she wanted me to fasciuate him to the
Last. She little knew that Jessie,
whom she disliked 70, had been before
hand with me-. .~'.- 80
= I played it again. 1t vas tho knell
Of all my hopes. A gay twilight filed
the room, and they could not see the
tears which flowed down my cheeks: g /
played we'll, they said !; and 1 believe I
did. Something from myself was in
the music that evening, aud that some
thing was very sorrowful. Mr.. Thomp-
son came and sat BY me when I was
done. The servant brought in the
lights, and aletter for my aunt. While
she was reading it, he said, softly:
"You will think over it,"
"Pr.y DON'T" I entreated.
"But you do not know how much I
like you," he insisted ; land then you
will do my little, needless Jessie good
poor childish darling! Besides, 1
have set my heart on something"
This crowned al. I guessed his
meaning; he had ! younger brother
for whom he meant me. He had al
but said 80 this evening in the garden.
ut would do John, Who was rather
light, al the good in the world" I.
could not bear it. I rose and went up
to my aunt.
"What news, aunty," I asked.
"New., indeed r. she replied, am..-
ed. ''There's Jeasis's going 70 marry,
my cousin, MI. Norris, old enough to
be her iatber. I wonder what he will
do with the little hirt p j; g.;
There was q pause. "
Mr.. Thompson came forward. / did
not dare look at him. >Es:- 10 a2'orU
=: 'What Jessie is that 7" he asked.
"Surely not Miss Raymond's cousin :"
:5i"Yes; the same Do you know
her pr :.s9gs1iso ,&,tx},z-ss :84npyiy / {
- II have seen her 1t Mn. Greys."
He spoke very calmly: I suppose
he did not believe il. I pitied him ;
from ny heart I pitisd him. '>,:a (
"Perhaps it is not true, auntl" I
said. "s**s .- Ia: .. q,
"Not true! Why she writes it to me
herself there's her letter." -1:z- /
I looked At him now. He vas pale
as death, but very firm. Mother troub.
led look nor quivering lip gave token
Of the cruel storp. within. Something
now called my aunt out Of the room. :.
= "Augusta, may I look 1t itl" he
asked, .glancing towards the letter,
which my aunt had handed 70 me.
could not refuse him. I gave him
the letter. He read it through With
the same composurs, then looking for
bis umbrella which he would always
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