The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-02-06

Hne tp1neo again to the piano, au
'.pg song.after song; the color stole iot
per cheeks with the excitement, her eye
ebooe brighter and brighter, and ho
voice sounded clear through the room
- = silver bell. She could perceiv4
without looking that Charles Cunning
ham, a he still was to her, was listen
ing, attsntivsly, though to Mrs. Gun
ninghan and Ms.. Braddick it appear
ed = though big thoughts were wander
ing far sway, from the present scene
to which he v.s paying no attention
His thoughts we're wandering far away
Adrians knew that also her triumph
VA coming, her power was returning
Revenge is sweet! Revenge is bitter
Who can. reconcile the two ? yet the,
make but one. Adriana in her own
room that night felt the working of the
two opposing elements. the sense Of
victory, tho sense Of shame, Of selfrc.
Pro'ch. Yet she would 60 on, the path
w.s 'tralght before her, easy to tread.
Just one moment Of undoubted tri.
emph, and she would leave Etheredpe
Court. What Of Mrs. Braddick 7
Adrian. entirely set her aside the
chances were that she might never 6nd
out. SO intensely absorbed in herself
argued Adriana, that she is neve,
reused to look much beyond. How
stupid some women are And Adrian.
shrugged her shoulders, and mentally
congratulated herself upon her own in.
tellectual superiority.
Yet Of what avail to her? Here
shs vas on the brink of = precipice
that tho calm, passionless Mrs. Brad.
dick would never sndanger herself by
approaching. Was she not rushing on
like . fool whore "vise men," or rath.
er wise women, might "fear to tread p
f'There are clever fools," mused Adri-
.ee !; "perhape I am one" Fools,
fools-are not al mankind fools ?
Some one v.y, some another; all wise
in their own coneeit, all astray upon
some point, monomaniass to a certain
extent; perhaps tbe greatest of all
nenomanies being comfortable belief
in their own infallib,lity.
f, Adri.ua Va. one Of those people whose
eonseieneo. will not quite bring them
to this last monomauiac state. She
her position, and she did not
deny to herself that she doubted it..
But she trusted to her strength to car
y her through the part she Lad UNDER
taken.
"Lsad us not into temptation "
She started it seemed as if the
words were spoken to her. No, she
was alone ; the inner voice alone had
made itself heard. Perhaps it was her
guardian angel drawing her away from
the dark angel who was struggling for
the mastery. "For We wrestle not
against flesh and blood, but against
prineipal;tiss, against powers, against
the rules Of the darkness of this
world" The warfare Of the inner life,
Of the soul against temptations
Whence come those temptations =?
Some deny the corrupt nature Of man,
aud the existence Of = devil. Bad To-
gisians: if they deny the one, they
ought to admit tho other; else whence
eoms temptations and indictments to
lin! Why should there be any i'm
pulse to do aught but right if wo get
nd Of these two uncomfortable agents?
If there be no evil nature within and
no evil agent without, surely man
should be perfect. But it is an ipdis-
putabls fact that there is sin in the
world ; and that siu must have an orr
gin, 10 that the question is, if We set
aside tie devil aud original sin, where
upon earth does sin come from
"L.ad US not into temptation :" But
Adriana would not hear. She was no
; she opened not her Bible
that night, nor many = succeeding one.
6bs knew che should find no counsel
there 70 strengthen her in her
reckless path. The dark angel had
laid bis hand upon willing shoulder,
that vrsnehed itself not away from
his grasp, but felt the stronger for the
assistance. The mocking angel rose
erect, triumphant, aud the guardian
spirit dropped = tear, yet followed
meskly on, Watching and waiting.
cHAPrER XII.
Watching and Waiting! What = Gu
rious problem life il, if one ain down
70 solve it. Such mixture Of reality
and uareality. Birth Ii. starting point
and death .he close; the beginning
aud ending Of . middle space, that
seems, ia spite Of everyday work, =,
sort Of fsvsr-dream, wherein the all-im
portant "me' is the only actual persou,
A two-Gved being, = worker and ,
dreamer, IN outer lif. 10 dissimilar to
the inner life that ono would almost
imagine the two to be incompatible.
Yet how strangely they harmonise, the
one prosais story. dragging wearily
pag. after page the other. wild poem
now rising almost 70 the sublime, now
sinking to The depths Of despair, now
quieting dow. its aspirations beneath