The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-03-12

T 4Aty would wonder j, abe: ssw ma
nov: aov many ,bebl.'' frmk. have
RI I: made 7 How many time. b.v, / t.,
I Ken hebeeea Reyis's place in the prim.
tive sohool'roon?:, How many times
have 1 'radgod Il th,.esh +: ,soov and rain
to take her aims, Of. to bear her mes.
sage Of oopsolatioa;! I've done every.
thing but preach for her; that L could
not do, and no disgrace: for me, for it'l
not every rector that could do that part
Of her work either A queer life 70,
me, I feel as: it, St. Christopher were
my patron saint, and L. could found an
order with. 'Laborare est orare' for .
motto. Still, there's something sooth.
ing iE it. Ones life seems easier from
seeing how hard arc the lives Of Others.
GIVE not had much time, to think Of
myself, and I'm beginning to forget
that thera is such a place as Etheredge
Court It. is very pleasant, this drift
ING along, and having work found for
one' just like. a little ohill..: People
used to tell me. 1 should have no :days
like my school days, and I'm beginning
to. believe thep@ No, / ana not. They
ara poor faint hearts that say that. On,
op; forward J., Life is. lifelong battle,
and there's something exciting in the
straggele. ;.:Vittoria,! ,Vittoria J. vah, the
ipptoyi,.tore !: would rhyme With it,
Glo.;. !''sBa;t one, get. .:.rs3 of a,ori.
aater q ! r tide. E. Tr.nqd6llita: il. : pleas:
ate: :1or "a, ilff.a.naaail';t.' there.
.tco auek Sof the drum md TRUMPET in
Giorfi.;: But shs, ia :. nep.en.s ~, '.t' ', am
dreaming! Heza.4>K.ty,s letter to
b1ng ns'backsto ,ouuorss.,et. ': ,s..,
"Hum;;" ss.id 4Adri.a1.i,: "'ev;+rythiug
eeing Oh - usual. B1ethst is busy
with her poultry: The hay will be cut
'ne1t week. Arthur Clinton has been
away for Three i weeks, eei,, aud aud whom do
you thiof be brought; home With him j?
M. Etberedge { AID M: Ether
edge has bought Trenholm; but: he is
not going to live there just yet. /
wonder you never told me more about
Mr.. Ethered.e. !, should have thought
you would have liked him-but 1 sup
pose you did not. He seems very clev-
er-at least, Arthur says he is =; bus he's
not clever in the same way that Ar
thur is. l mean I'm not afraid of Ar
thurs cleycrness, but I am Of Mr..
Eltheredge's. l don't know whether l
like him Or not. One thing; do not
ike at a1l--he never once asked after
you, and be knows We are relatives, tor
Arthur told him. Is he proud ?. /
don't think i would have done him any
harm '' e bay. ..ked after :,', you, but he
never even. mentioned: yqq. II. i. odd
ttat mother does not think hin, proud i q
qr 100 clever; :odt s.nes i.e i.,,,n,reo ssi ner
spapht' 1ox1sI, 4 'aad th.t. Of course ,a,,, won
Iii heart AID thenlr-.ind lr-;iadd this j. the
gre.t p;eee # 6exs ii, ifis!1 81 ~ Letter le
Vicar of Trenholm h.s' bean presented
to !. better living 50 Trenholm is v.-
cant, and Nr: Etheredge has offered It
to Arthur, aud Arthur is ;i going ! t to &C; &C
cept 1t, so We shall be married very
soon, and you must come to the we'd
ding. + think Arthur, will ask Mr..
Etheredge to. come. Don't strange
events happen How oddly people
are thrown together :"
$50 Katy's beginning to note the Gu
rious web that people get entangled in"
said Adriana. mo, 1 shall not be at
your wedding, Katy, Mr.. !Clinton's REL
ative alive will be a bar. Well I must be
content to be alone in the world,-a
waif, s'!.s stray! You suppose I did not
Ike Mr. Et1hherredge. I should have
agreed with you once, though I'm not
quite 50 sure about it now. He's worth
= dozen Charles Cunningbams ia some
respects. However, l shall never see
either sgain, so I need not trouble my
self with their merits Or demerits."
Here the gentle voice Of. Rebecca
Davis interrupted ber; ;cogit.tiops.
j., !"Ad1risln., y said .he, "xilt thou 60
down to, Thomas Greening's and see
what the trouble ii There are people
running to,.nd fro, but no one can give
no : rational account. 1 hear that
there are twe men; drowned. Wilt thee
gor'
"Dro.nsdr' =, -.
"N.J, I.w,l, not s.y 80 for certain !;
but = yasht was seen awhils& since of
tho SsndAin Bank making sigaak of
distress, and there'srs no signs of her
now" :. J.: -. 49,
"1n this calm sea?'
"Ah, dear friend, smooth waters are
deceittal, and none can say there is no
danger even when the heavens look
faircst."
AS Adriana made the best of her
way down the.stony lane, aud along the
muddy beach to the row of cottages, a
dark presentiment filed ber mind. She
could not aualyze the vague foreboding,
beyond the toint that it in some way
touched herself, neither could she dis
pei it. She telt oppressed with a
weight that she could not shake of:
"Yet, what haveI to do with these
dead ones, even should they be dead ?"
she reasoned. "They are nothing to
me-. There have been deaths. At 0ray.