The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-02-20
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: ."Faney little Katy having such Al
interview thought Adriaun, when, sb.
reeaioed her own. room. "My good
Cousin Davis would Be aghast. = I an j,
not sorry, and I an not glad. 1 an
glad I an going av.y, and yet in spite
of everything I do not wish that l h.d
lnover come. I have been wrong aud
Know 1t. I am unhappy, miserable,
yet feel . sort Of peace. l cannot uu.
derstana myself, I do not understand
myself" said she aloud '.l'm still
drifting With the stream; the water.
hsve ragged: and swelled, but they're
calming down again, and 1 must 20
back to the quiet fold"
| Al Mr. Braddick was leaving the
library, hewA. joined by . figure from
the far end Of the room.
"Forgivo me, Charles, for having
BEEN IN unintention.l e.ves-dropper. l
foil asleep over tho smouldering fire.
ana woke up At the sound Of your voio.
"Not befors!"
"No."
"Thsn Miss Linden'ssoliloquy did not
psaeh your ears r.:
'aaNet . word Of it. Charles, 1 half
wonder that,
"tWhat?"
''The's's something very honest
| about Miss Linden she's impul.ively
wrong sometimes ip the letter, but there
is the truthful element 80 strong in the
spirit that I would trust her through
anything"
ellen! you seem to have been stud
,ing MISS Linden very closely, Rich.
ard.'''''
I l.
II have. It's very hard to find =
woman who won't deceive you, but l
think shsswculdo't." -
Il stare you quite sure chat you're not
ia love, Dick.?'' W.. ,-.
"No, I'm not sure Of anything Of the
kind. A fash Of light burst upon me
the morning she told me she was going
away, and Pve beer getting accustomed
stoi} ever since. Ihave hitherto rough
" classed women under two heads,
clever and fools !; the former: annoy, the
'attsrswsary me. The latter, Of oour-e,.
predoninate, and 1 am not sure but
that they are the les Objectionable, As
one cannot expect women 70 be always
sensible. l don't ny that the Others
attain the wisdom they profess, for in
their efforts At superiority they are con-
tinua]ly swallowing camels, and reduc-
iog themselves 70 = level with their
weaker sisters. But here is a woman
who belongs to neither class, with fair
share Of Intellect, that she is content
not to brng too forwardt sensible and
not sensible; in fact, = mixture Of op-
posites, that makes her just what l
think q woman ought TO be. Sense
enough to know her superiority, and
yet to feel her ipferiority.' u:
"Rather an enigmatic.l sentence,
that last, Richard"
well, you must make the best of
it; I don't deny women full justice,
but as to the equ.lity Of the masculine
and feminine mind, I don't believe in:
it, =: -@.-. r.. 49,. :.
miss Linden might differ"
"1f she belonged to my 6ut class che
would, if 70 ny second che might; but
~ sne u 40 exception to both, think
she would be inclined t. take sensible
view Of the case" He paused. "It
il strange,'' he resumed, "that having
been for some months ia the house With
Miss Linden, that" =
"Thst you never found out what you
have half confessed tonight ?" asked
Mr.. Rraddiek, iptsrupting him.
"P.rtly. Tho only woman I ever
thought worth caring about is clipping
through my 6ngsrs." .!
DO you think that hsr fair share Of
intellect has enabled her to grasp the
fact ?" ~
"Certainly not. Pooh j! what absurd
ities lam talking about.
wh.e .s searss5s'a' '."a sad graves si7: up their
Aud fton the Dungeons Of my mind
wild fanciss are escaping that will fade
away in the daylight. Good nightw
"Good night"