The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-03-05
'ADRIANA,
By JEAN BONCGUR.

b. AUklA N A. !
By JEAN BoNcGuR.
CHAPTER XIX. /
"Adrie," said Mrs. Davis, edo yop
remember cousin of my husband'j
Rebecca Davis? She belongs to the
Society Of Friends. mind your taxi
ing a'grcat fancy t6her when you we1se
but small child; but perhaps you
have forgotten her."
Forgotten oh, no, I remember he1
faass hit v<E&bat y&Isass &%Isis ! ttBat 1rhr
her; fair, thin, elderly lady, with
ltpild grey eyes. ,apads. light brown hair,
ias smooth as glass, and her white cap
and her grey dresa. , rs nearly ;tEsPty
years agu,s sfbut I remember her quite
.well.'' !;
"Her hairs white now, and She.
getting, ,oldor,,. Adr!ie. sbe:a lonely, and
yet 1 ought not to*say that, for if any
one was cheerful zee 4qa and content it is
Cousin Rebecca. But she is alone e.
Adrie, and I was thinking if you would
| not find 1t dull, she'll be glad to have
you, an and it would not be like going
among strangers again, ,'E2 Ii /: t; r., '.-
"But I want .aq work; X; bow ami to live
without doing anything? not a
1>dy any 90nger: <,1 smust aaru my
tread !; *ladies," She said, half bitterly
"never do that"
Mrs. Davis looked at her sorrowfully
"Never say that, Adrie. A lady
born swilf die a-ldar TITS not wotk
that can take that heritage from her:
You'll be lady to the end of you,
days, dear. But it will little matter
when you are resting under the green
sgd whether you trod pslace.Aoors, o,
Eths'brick thing of cottage; the foot:
ldtepe all wend towards the same bourne
lbakits rougher, and there are more
Es9aas. and stumbles for some than fol
f,0tters. I sometimes look back to thf
old times, Adrje, and my heart mis-
gives me about the pomps and vanitiei
Of life nowadays. They say the hear
is the same in spageS, butthe:s new
tangled wants aud fa1cies that IRE
springing up make me think of an (li
couplet once heard,- /
3*'aaMh.h Adsn delved and Eve span, i
| VINO was then gcntlcman!'"
"You dear, good, revolutionary, pill
ogophieal Cousin Davis" said Adriana
With uhubuelss animatiqps '.Pye no
heard anything I've liked so much Ia'
to hear you talk for a long time. IT.
Htter than:a sermor3.sa>y !.
"Hush, lush, Adrie DEAR" repliei
Mrs. Davis, 'it's not fitting to thinl
lightly &sermons.'l - - . ;.s.ss :
II don't" said Adriana !; II lnt
chem heavy enough" T.
II ,SRebecca Davis was reckoned gfq
preacher in her day. said Mrs. Dal lis
.:s s"She's a good woman" said Adriln,
sdddesly. |.
| "She's lived out her sermons" ia
4s1esed1o Mp;a Davis; il .!:4hss, preaching
and thdpractice went +ogcthc1r::'>ss ;.
~ think I'll go to her." said Aai
t|aaa;' still, cbnppningHwRE her dw,
thoughts. !.
k,sg SisA; ss Z 81 ys
ued Adriana. 81 must have work. !:
!" "a":Ths!si Mdqlld:ste' 20 lack of thqt Hit]
j Gousina~Rsbeeea,A q ,saia Mrs., hayil
smlllng. 3 !.
"And it's far away" said Adridn dns
still pursuing her own thoughts. /!
+ .s.Far enough, and a lone, wild plac
it is, close down by the sea; no on
but Cousin Rcbecca would have chose
such = Wild place 5Auttho, fil&r, III
said, the more need Of softenins l.
Scarce house within walking distanc
ksave the poor hoyels Of the, fishernlcr
faAlqaaite SAot hoHsaftH
Adriana was listening attentiveIy.
"Qut Of the world, out of tile worit
/ fjust tthesplaosI}5r ne,o 1vd thinx +,
weak, Cousin Davis. So I am. BIZ
i, there's qne comfort 7 know it. L jar
strength. Pvo been aorely tossed, eh
I've got out Of belief with everythlnl
g TO know ahbao oyoti i<hnk = sa,a sh'
spriuging up, as was her wont whe
she. became excited, "l'vc been mao
! !, the wreck Of i foolish love story th,
ought to have been forgotten long bg
know you, viii; : say its vqothingI vi
. common conn o. I dare say fvee been ptou
and rcbellious and repining all the lin
y that I thought I was enduring like,i
heroine. I am willing to bear fas
amount Of blame, but I want to get Il
v iesi 4N .*sto sO ,bx,s1 ,s