The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-11-12

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ed md, while Aunt Ellen Il dont men
tlor Der very often because there i
nothing to say about ,her) settled : he
sp'otac!es on her noso and eagerly be
gan =, .. .:...,f +: - ~
$50 you're Max Tudor, are: you?-
grandson of Aunt Esthec-shv tha
married NIX Douglas, and her SECOND
daughter married a Tudor, | heard
away off in York state. Aud you've
come back t. the old stock ? Well
we'll p
Here Max, whose eyes had hceu
wandering meanwhile to fe pictures
on the walls, looked around in hor face
with SO bright smile, that her heart
was won at once and forever.
The end Of it was, Will went that night
and Max took his vacant room. A
new thread began to wave into the
tapestry fmy Iiic, and that a golden
one. This new cousin, the artist, was
rne's ideal Of an artist, with his weavy
brown locks, bis keen gray eyes with
their bright conquering look, and
every feature so clear cut, SO expressive
OF nobility aud refinement. A va;,
upon the world, yet smiling in the face
Of Fate. =; -: go.
A few walks, few talks, made u
t1rm friends, and I even dared to con
file to him several of my pet: dreams
and special prejudices. We we're look
ing at my photographs: album one eve
ning' aud, I was telling bin. which
Of the faces in it he; would probably
meet, and which be would probably
admire: We came to M.rian's. .'"5:
"Who il this ?" he asked. :, -:
"Lsmia, Medus.!' L answered
vengefully. "Don't like her Max
Every man does. You: be, igteater,
than them all. Don, like her 'Ma.x; !"
And l looked at him, pl.sdingly.
oh, 'fsome one would only not yield
to Marian !! :.r~ ~
"No man can serve two masters, !; and
l mean to serve you, Ernie" he an
swered kindly. "But yoa interest me
in this girl, aud I'm a raid l must tell
YOU have already mes hor, though I
cannot claim her acquaintance yet"
My looks were questions.
ut was this afternoon, as l 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. 1t might be
accident, but I've learned suspicion
i" my wanderings, aud 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 fastened on, and
did not notice her when wemet again"
Just then the bell rang, and. q. mo-:
ment after entered the identical Marian.
l 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 liz int fell
on her scarlet cape and dark gypseyish
face in the way an artist could not help
approaching.
Her GRAND 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. :Browning's
Aarora! My dearest OF books, lgive.nli
me by Leonard too, and already the
intimate Of my Utmost soul. How
could I bear to have 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 chatted on gayly for while,
then rose to 60, lingering over the fare
we'll words, and glaucisg once or twice
at Max. At last the door closed behind
her. -.
"You delightful Max ~ 1 exclaimed
"not to notice her-not to 20 homo
with her ~ :. :.,:
"She came to see yox,", he said
s'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 na;vete, IT was 80
sleepy" . =,
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. =
had been thinking it all over, and re.
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, was colde,
and prouder. So the miserable inter.
view ended and We both were unsatis.
fed. The shadow grew darker between
US:
1n a week Marian brought back my
book: I had some queer black spicy