The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-11-05
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: Leonard,oo said >mo1iag as. II 1 mus,
90 at once to find them
"Pansies? they're for thoughts >
faughe9 Marian, ''anId its all in orde,
I" lose ones thoughts here, isn't it, ;blr
'"vcIaod !? Don't Try. to find you,
onzhts, Ernie, they'ti oily ,vcx you
No" isn't that picture perfect, Sir Con
"oissseur :: .s:~'.. sGios,:s,d :
'lgrew hateful in ny heart: / thisk
my eyes glarsd at Marian, but she
''id"'sscare. + saw She lad z: gained il
1eonaras attention, aud I3darte4 away.
L.u Winter observed all this, and
tired to help me- T think At altevents,
"hc s'ep::ed up'toMarian, and said:
Miss Wood, my cousin whom you
1s'r'ke Of yesterday is here and wishes
know you: May introduce him ?"
">t now" Marian retorted. 81
'"n't clre to enlarge the circle of my
acquaintance just now. = BY the way,
Lou, when did you bear last from the
Potomac? I had a letter yesterday"
Then looking saucily, with the con-
|centrAsed essence Of mischief sparkling
IN her wonderful eyes, up at Leonard,
she said, "Lou Winter wants to get me
away from you, but she can't. Isn't it
sad? ?'
''Miss Winter would not have me de-
serted, [ trust" he said merrily.-
why. where's Ernie? Shall We 60 10
find her, Miss Marian ?'': :.
| =. Lou quietly retreated. - :...
I | - =. n sr;.a took Le11ard's arm confd-
insly, and led he search in the oppo-
site direction to that which she had
seen me take !: 80 - :: :-:~.-. e44t
Meahwhile, of in a little balcony I
stood, looking: mp at the .oold,: stern
stars. I felt desperate, ungoyernable;
with SO little cause, too! :But.yo see
I mad never been taught selfoontrol.
only held my throat !! with :ray hand
| to keep down the sobs. While the
music and the dancing still went on,
and | had to hear it all. Once it was
the Spanish dance 1 felt sure they
two were together in it, and 1 kpe i how
beautiful he would think Marian's 1.-THE
form, aud her long bla * tresses waving
in this most graceful of dances. ~1
At the piano, at length, some one
sang the "Erl-King,'' the Wild, sad,
witchiog German air A.sweet, sweet
voice sang it, but il moment Malrian's
alto c'ashed in, uncalled-for. I put my
fingers in my ears. : S!,.s
""hy, Ernie, where are you ?S.'Pve
seen looking everywhere! Dear child,
'ou look tired. Cone, one dance with
me, and then We VIII 60 home.''
1t was Leonard. His face, bis eyes,
looked earnest and true still. Perhaps
was not heartbroken after all. I
ca'ght at his h'nd. ani we passed into
tie parlors again. =, .;
We took our places 10 the new set.
aud gave ourselves up to the graceful,
undu ating motion Of the Lancers. As
returned from some movement alone
on the other side, a malicious face fash
ed over Leonard's shoulder, and lifting
herself on tip-toe, she said: "I'm taller
than you, Leonard Cleveland ~ By
s"ch trihes as this did Marian sin and
Keep power: 49,
| At length the dance xas I1s,a, oser, thsI'
1fazeae.. s.id, the H. 1ss 49,.
door, and now, l thought, at ka s61n
be alone with Leonard, and everything
will come right. But as we we're de-
layed moment at lie door, down from
the dressinsroom hastily stepped Mari
an, cloaked and hooded.
80, Ernie, O, Mr.. Cleveland won't
You let me 20 with you? I have no
escort, AMI can't possibly wait fol this
party to be over, I'm so weary now:!'
And she looked up piteously.
loo'led straight at her, but uttered
not a word. Leonard was surprised,
and to atone for my rudeness, said very
pleasantly: ''Certainly, Miss Marian,
with PLEASURE And we all entered
the carriage. 49,; =:
My home was nearest, so they left
me there. Leonard whispered, as he
handed me out: "I'll step in just one
minute as come back, dear, to- say
goodnight" Then the door closed
with bang, and they were driven of.
sat in the parlor waiting. Ten
minutes surely, l thought, would bring
him back, and then I could tell him all
my haunting fears and be would Danish
them forever. But the little French
clock on the mautel chimed the half
hour, aud the hour, aud he had not
come. Every sound Of wheel or football
in the street set my heart bounding.
1t seemed as if I could hear for whole
blocks distant. Two or three times I
opened the hall deor, and looked out.
Then l made myself sit quietly down
aud counted, counted ten minutes more
And then the thought rushed so bitter
ly into my miud that wherever he was,
he was probably with Marian, and per-
haps she had planned it all j.; it was un-
bearable. The broad blue ribbon of
the sash about my waist, hung against
my hand. Slowly, strongly, with both
hands grasped 1t, aud tore it again
and again, till the countless blue trag-
ments lay in heaps about me. Those
are the pieces I keep no in that box
up stairs l told you about, for mem-
ory. That did not bring him. At
last, in utter impotence, l threw myself
down, and wept, till exhausted I must
hove fallen asleep; for when I opened