The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1868-05-28

Her will was darkened in eclipse
ofblindiog love upon his lips.
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H1S jifli WITS ABOUT HIM.
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> 'lcettainly thought he was nout of
bis head: '"' He had such, peculiar ways
and said such peeuliaar. things; and he
vent about as,t: be was. in somnan-
bulic 7state ;almoat ; that is, I don't t
quite mean that 3 but he never seemed
to take the same notice of what hap
pened about him that other men do.
And, asto his s>' eyer g., being surprised at
anything: I meyer knew. him to show
surprise on but easy occasion in his life.
What that occasion was, I shall patur-
ally mention before l am done. y
His name was Joseph Harrison, and
he was a studcnt-at the academy in
sandford -one q the style Of academies
that seem; to have nearly gone out Of
date now; where both sexes were taught
under the same roof. l attended the
Sanford school. The Principals
house was on the corner across the way
from the academy, and he boarded a
dozen Or. two Ct the students. I was
one of these boardcrs.
:: l shall never forget the day Mr.. Har-
rison came to the house to board. 1
was sitting on the second-Aoor piazza,
studying. 1t was late in summer af.
ternoon. As he entered the gate /
leaned over to look at him, and when
he was just underneath, I Glanced to
drop my book. 1t struck him on the
shoulder, and tell thence to the ground.
He turned and looked at it quietly, and
then poked it aside with his big cane.
What does he carry that big cane
for? thought I and why don't he pick
up my hook, or look up at me-, or do
anything that rational being would -?
He rang the bell, and I saw no more
Of him till tea time. He sat directly
opposite me at the table. Would you
believe it, he never looked at me once
nor, indeed, at any one else, it SEEM
ed-wbich was the reason, perhaps,
why I looked at him more than ever
did at any other young man in my life
in the same length Of time.
After tea, We gathered in the parlor,
as VIC were in the habit of doing, and
he was introduced to me. He bowed,
aud then, for the first time, looked at
me-or rather, he looked through me
AS if he saw something behind me,
and my head were as transparent as
glass. Then he smiled and turned
away.
l confess I was provoked at the man
ner Of tho young man. What amused
him, I should like to know. When
Belle Harrison asked me, afterward,
how I liked her cousin, said I
didn't like him at all. She only laugh
ed, and said she believed nobody ever
did like him at first.
Somebody asked me to sing. seat
cd myself at tho piano, aud gave song
in my best maoner-which I had been
taught to believe was not an inferior
manner, by any means. My voice is
good, and I had received the best mu.
siicaf q culture. ''' VIII What mysterious iintlu.
ence was at work upon mo I did not
know; for, if ever I thoroughly dislik-
ed:a person in my life, certainly dis.
liked this Mr.. Harrison =; but, it is true
Notwithstanding, that sung for him !;
and when I burned away from the pi-
ano, it was with;some special curiosity
I anticipated his comments, ifshe chose
to make any; or his manner and its
meaning, if he chose to hold his tongue.
If you will believe it, the man was
looking at a painting on the wall-look-
ing at it standing up, with his hands
clasped behind him, uud his back to
the company. Was there ever such a
clown? ::
"What is the name Of that beautiful
soug?' asked 0rville Redway, young
man from the village, who had been in
vitcd to tea, and.now sat with us in>the
parlor. -
. I told 1t him. T.. ~.<
II must havc.it," said he; ''it is ex-
quisite.", Aud he took out the lead
pencil to write on a card the name OF
the piece. : He: broke his pencil:lead.
"Will some: one lend me knife 2" he
.sked.s .:.l'have left mine"
Mr.: H.rrisoa heard the question,
though be ". still hooking asthe paint.
ing, and produced . large poeket.knifa
vhioh he handed to Mr.. Redv., .,~~
"1t's very sharp" said he ;=.'be care'
full" : -
The first, thing Redway did was te
ont his hand. Tho blood spirited out
IN jets He turned pretty white, but
Just gathered his hand in hi. handker
chief, and said !, was {. mere scratch,
Of no consequence" .
! "Beg your pardon, sir," Mr.. Har1i