The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1869-11-25

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itfafHs1asss 30 charmed BY her loft,
dreams Of him, that one day he, forgo
himself and told her s>he loved hes
Poor littls d'iog I! she Eas sery happy
Yousheard how she sang .att that secene
eoqeeh-that was her sonl triuIphieg;
sha: did not know how much sbe: had
lost even then. Fate never intended
hsr tor Strathnorc; it vas only fancy
1oa need not bejealous, Ada, you are
deaxe't DOW. He has drawn a curtain
oyer her picture-he has drawn another
IN bis heart over her memory. IF /
we're You, I would never disturb either.
bnt l confess ny sympathies. a7e With
the: poor little chorus-girl, aud I shall
give her all 1ny sewing to d." couelud-
ed: ll,E Nell, With a comical pathos, as if
she, wished ed. to destroy the effect Of
her story. But nothing could do that.
/ We went away before Strathmore re-
turned and the note was etil1 in nv
pocket: I burned it when 1 reached
home; whatit contained 1 never knew Knew.
1t 1t were = last appeal, SUMMONS. to
come, it Was all in vain: Strathmno1rre
never read it:.'L' What else could I d., {?
I ~ashappy no 3ougcr yet I loved him
STILL My idol was fallen, yet 7 could
not bear to have another. worshipper
approach it. IN all the pain and unrest
that settled down on my heart, one de-
termination grew fixed and distinct, to
win him from all others, to make him
surely my own, and after that would
begin TO think ofrevenge. For I could
not forgive him !; no, could never for
give him, for speaking Of love to me at
the very time when he knew another
was trusting him. Ada Fleming could
not brook disloyalty. And it vas then
that I understood how Queen Elizabeth
felt vhen'she discovered that Leicester
was treaehefous' in love. 's:-.s
%; Iknew Of course by this that the
ehorus-girl was Ncll;s treasure Of seam
'ftress, and I determined to make it in
my way to call on her. 1 asked Nell
where she lived. "
"What do you want Of her ?" she
said, sharply.
~ am going to take some work to
her: I shall tell her that I am eDgag-
ed to Guy Strathmore, and have
greatdeal OF sewing in consequence" l |
knew 1 had better tell Nell the truth,
for she always found ma out if I tried
to hide anything. She looked at me in
anlazement.
"Have you the heart to do it," she |
exclaimed 'tcruel girl, you shall not ! |
And yet, she ought to know-anj |
no one dares to tell her. Go, if |
!you, will; bat; I should think you would |
be afraid to g.. to sleep tonight with
the conscience you must have !" |
So che told me the places, end the
nsxt e. day I made up package Of work
and sought out the chorus-sirps home I
i was poor little house, on a poor
little street; and I g1oped my way up
the dark stairs to her room. I tapped
on the door, and she bade me "ceme
in:" There she sat at her own window,
with her work in her lap, and sad,
dreamy look in her eyes. I had no
pity for her: she lad crossed my path.
1 walked straight in, io proud, uncon-
scious way, and going up to her, said
"My friend, Miss Ridley, has told NC |
how nicely you sew; and l have great
deal Of work to be done-as I am ex-
pecting to be married in the spring to
Mr.. Strathmore; you know. I would
like to engage you to sew for me-"
>: I stood over her rclentlessly, knowing
what 4. blow I dealt: She lifted her
great pathetic eyes up at me-, with
hopeless wonder in them, and for mo-
ment did not speak. But her. face new
er changed and when she did speak,
her voice did not falter. I admired my !
enemy .'.2: :: !
~ am about making an engagement
to accompany Mr.. Schultze as singer
for few months, through different
cities" she said, $50 I cannot do your
work, although you are to be married
to MIR: Strathmore p i
How unfortunate p I said, "you do
sew 50 e1quisitely." :AndI took up
from the table bit Of cambric, with !
embrcldered initials, an interviewer
with v,ne leaves. "Can't you do any
thing at all for me p I asked, persist
emily. ~.. '''
"No, it is impossible" she answered,
gently. ..
So then, rs my work vas done, and
there was no more to be said, I bade
her good morning and went away. But
:aok offen since havo thought Of that |
bare. homely room, SO small aud poor,
with only one window for sunlight, and
the slight dropping figure sitting there
hopelessly. I wonder how it seemed
to her as my si!ken robes rustled and
swept out Of the door, and she knew
that I was going away to luxury and to
;Stra{hmore p ..G:'' - Il!