The St. Cloud journal., 1868-11-12
embes Of the dying fire, while Lou
idly humn'ed the old eis:z2z.:

| ooSh1 us DOtn TO our feet.
:" no can it be?" Lou asked.
/ : The bell rang again. >7-:..
! without waiting for the servant to
answer it'll sprahg to tho door, thor
oughdy startled, and there helpless,
supported BY two men, ! saw my broth
| er viii. :::' !. :. .-.,.,*
"Only wounded in the ohoulder,
4 miss, ".ssid one: oe;the men, "but hes
t"dntine; the cars and the'carriage haze
shaken hims so.v=
"Oh, Will, my darling brother" l
exclaimed, throwing NY arms about
hi. neck: Lou stood before US pale Is
! Death. bot perfectly cain, and sne sal
to the men.
"Bring him i: here; please, and ~
! him on the SOFA"
Tenderly they carrisd their helf-:44-
conscious burden, <u4 laid lin do"n,
Lou putting the pillow cp:sffrllT rad@t:
his head Then tnty withdrew I
ran to SUMMON tnns kllcn.
Meanwhile Lou used w. al 1;y bot
tie Of "Tuberose" perfume, bringing tho
dear fellow back, 70 himself, b;: her
presence was the best restorative, I
think; and when I hastencd il &saln,
her haod wa. in his, and there .sss
such glad look Of welcome 10 hic :.c=
as he raised them t, her,, ~.-
"Lou, Lon, r have loved you 50
long, he said, unmindful Of me-,
She bent over him with a sweet,
sure smile Of love. -,
What color are etneralds:7, be wis
pefed. 80
Slowly, and still with that sweet,
sure smile uf love, she looked devRsa:
her hand, and turned ring round "
On her finger: And n9Y, 1 say tiar
what I had thought all tb;s liu9 a
plain gold ring, was really the fa,al eu-
erald, which she had rogn larned IT,
yard, utterly, concealed. !. Will watch
ed the movement.
"Emerald color, trne and beautiful
she SAID softly. ..... -.
, So now these two dear people Ke1e
coming out ,isb' after all; and when
Aunt Ellen caIe Ia 10 take care cf her
patient, she told him he looked SO
bright and happy, she could hardly be-
lieyc him hurt at all
But 1t had been terrible battle, and
many brave heroes bad fallen, and cf
the wounded, few had Wills good for
tuuc TO come straight home tor tender
care and nursing. His wound, though
painful was net dangerous, and in few
days he was walking all about our it,
tie town, ca ling on all bis old friends.
But on Marian Wocd he did not cali
not once while his far!ougi, lasted.
l wish I could ay the same, OF Max.
I don't knew how often he met her,
but if ever he was out Of an evening,
Or late to uinucr or tea, I. always had
feeling that she was the reason. But
l,n:yer could question. him somehow,
for he had such graceful, negligent,
provoking way: Of setting allausssions
at n.usht, and never satisfying cur;o>i.
ty. One evening I asked in the nost
natural manner possible:
"Max, did you: stop at the post Office
on your way houc ?"
Now the lost office was. situated be-
tween our house ano Narian's, not be-
tween our house and his studio. So
you see '!lc ar'fu'ne<s OF my question.
He flashed such mischievcus ;ook
at nc as he answered.:
ooh Ernie, Ernie! don't you won
der if did,"
j should have been half ve-ed onlv
one never could be even half vexed
wi:h this 5r: s:Et winning Max.
sfax delighted IN sunshine-supny
days'were his By right-bat I liked
the stormy days best, foir then he would
not feel like painting, and would stay
at hvn'c all o{y. skftching little things
for me, dreaming on he sofa, er d letting
me read to hiio via German stories. or r
old weird legends All! those were
the fairy days of my life! Will they
ever come any more, Il. wonder. Max
is ID Europe now. What Will he be
when he comes back? What shall
be ?
One such stormy day ] taa been
reading aChristaber' TO hin, IS I
closed the book, at length, T asked q
"Do you knowwhom GeTa ldine makes
me think ofen2:. So s:%ks ss&~ -.
"Yes,' Marian" &c answered si sd*pS p:om2t- st.
" ;aand Ersie,: :it's5 '7f5 'vef5 SHY ;aaess OF
yours, too: rs we'll enough il en- =, at-
tistic point Of view-efecsiye. you
know But really; it is doing her too
much houor. She fsn't worth Il t. ''''S =
"Bu., Maxi" 1excIaimed, delighted.
Il thought you admired her. - -
"No," he: answered intiffeafshtly;
"but she's very entertaining girl. I'm
not ready to fall in :love with anybody
yet; that: is very different thing
Meanwhile / want to be entertained,
and SO l call on Marian. had anoth-
er reason too, but that I will not tell
you."' >.,s = 49,. .y -
+. And hewould not, though I: guessed
and wondered. But he laid bis hand
on my. shoulder With q. a.oarcssing, pro-