The St. Cloud journal., 1868-11-12

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ed md, while Aunt Ellen Il dont men
tloc ber very often because there
nothing to say about her) settled he
sp'otae'es on her noso and eagerly Be
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$50 You're Max Tudor, are: you?-
grandson of Aunt Esthec-shv thu
married NIX Douglas, snd her secone
daughter married q Tudor, I heard
away of ia York state. Aud you've
come back t. the old stock ? Well
we'll w
Here Max, whose eyes had hce1
wandering meanwhile to fe " picture.
on the walls, looked around in hor face
with so bright smile, that her hear.
was won at once and forever.
The end Of it was, Will went that night
and Max1 took his vacant room. A
new thread bosaa to wavo into the
tapestry ofmy liic, and that a golden
one. This new cousin, the artist, wa.
rne's ideal Of an artist, with bis veav,
brown locks, bis keen gray eyes with
their bright conqueriog look, and
every feature so clear cut, 50 expressive
of nobility and refinement. A vsi,
upon the world, yet smiling in the face
Of Fate. =: =. :.
"A te" walks, a few talks, made u.
firm friends, and I even dared to con.
tl'e to him several of my pet! dreams
and special prejudices. We were look.
ing at my photograph: album one eve.
ming, aud. I was telling BIN, which
Of the faces in it he: would probably
meet, and which he would i probably
admire: We came to M.rian's. .'~@:
"Who is this p he asked. 49,
"Lamia, Medus.!'' L answered
vengefally. "Don't like her Max
Every man does. You be, greater, ,y,i
than them all. DON'T like her MIX =
And I looked at him, pl,sdingly.
Oh, If some one would only not yield
to Marian F! .,7r - e.
mo man can serve two masters, and
l mean to serve you, Ernie" he an
s~ered kindly. "But yoa interest me
in this girl, aud I'm afraid I must tel,
YOU l have already nes hor, though: /
cannot claim her acquaintance yet."
My looks were questions.
''1t was this afternoon, as I walked
up and down in the square for amuse-
ment. She passed me several times.
and each time was noticeable either for
laugh, speech or manner. It might be
accident, but I've learned suspicion
i" my wanderings, and when she drop:
ped her handkerchief, spirit of mis-.
chief made me snatch it from the Irish
woman who picked it up, and myself
restore it to her. She thanked me
most graciously. I hasseped on, and
did not notice her when We met again"
Just then the bell rang, and q mo-
ment after entered the identical Marian.
introduced Max to her :; he bowed
slightly, and resumed his examination
Of my album. She on her part. did
not seem to think of him at all, though
she chose her seat where the light fell
on her scar lot cape and dark gypseyish
face in the way an artist could not help
appreciating.
Her errand she said, was to borrow
book she understood I owned. Leon
Cleveland had told her, and rec
commended the reading Of it. Aurora
Leigh ! Would I lend it to her tor a
few days?
Aurora Leigh !! Mrs. .Brownine's
Aarora My dearest OF books, Ieivcn
me by Leonard too, and already the
intimate Of my inmost soul. How
could [ bear to .hayc it touched BY her
fingers? But then Leonard wished it
--anything for Leonard's sake So I
laid my book mutely in her hands.
She ohatted on gayly for while,
then rose to 90, lingering over the fare:
we'll words, and glaucisg once or twice
at Max. At last the door closed behind
her.
"You delightful Max !" I exclaimed
''not to notice her-not to 20 home
with her ~ :: :.s.:
"She came to soc yox," he said
''not me. And it could not be more
dreadful to 60 than to- come alone,
though perhaps I ought to have offered
my services-but E,nis," he added
with enchanting naiuete, 81 was %
sleepy" l.. -. " :.
This dear invulnerable cousin
So on the sofa he rec)ined luxurious.
ly, and I read him to sleep with the
"Culprit Fay"
Next day Leonard called, the shadow
still between us, though each heart
questioned the other through sad eyes.
But our words did not hint this. 1
had been thinking it all over, and &C.
ally could not feel myself so weak and
unreasonable as he had said. Strength
and dignity rallied round me, and while
he was cold aud proud, 1 was colder
and prouder. So the miserable inter.
view ended and we both were unsatis.
fed. The shadow grew darker between
US:
In a week Marian brought back my
book: 1 had some queer black spicy
sticks of ,Janonese incenaa o;von m. hu