The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1869-07-29
4 A. !. FEW. Z " DAYS.
PART n I.

went to-day to call on Mrs. Mark and
her daughter I think they, were very
disagreeable, and I should like never to
call again. Fam sure they were { laugh
ing, at Lettie all the time. They could
not DO 50 at me very ~ easily, as I kept
my eyes wide open and fixed upon one
or tho other Of them. They; told us j.
they thought they should find ii very V, y
dull here, having no entertaining ladies
in the 'neighborhood::' I knew they
meantime ladies who would entertain
them with dinners and dances, and 1
thought for one moment of the little
s!dinning-room at'thome, and the small
|, Dishes that Eattie, helps to cook and
longed to take: her away from their con-
tempt. :i., @,,, ::
We maintained 'il daintily iced con-
: yersation until Lettlo ct discov cred, as a
brilliant ''qt idea, that Ft. she knew a lady.
vi, whose x.l'9 A'ame they mentioned, and she
spoke Of her in her out spoken, warm
hearted way. Miss, Mark gently laid
more ice upon.it, ard disparaged sever
'af more poor unoffending people; 50
that it was m intense reliet when Errol
.becane, the subject If conversation,
and they praised him 'energetically.
Mrs. Mark seems to have very few
ideas; apart from her pride aud her
daughter Il think, indeed, the one
word might express the two. ! I was
amused to see the way she watched and
waited on her, as I was shocked to see
the way lda sighted and contrad,cted
her. [ wonder how l should treat my
mother if I had one. I am afraid 1 hat
ed her when I felt that she was lovely
enough to excuse her pride as she came
out with US, smiling now, in her trail
ing white dress and soft bright ribbons
so different to me in my plain blue
calico. For one minute there. was a
bitter longing and rebelling in my
heart as I felt this indifference, and
knew how any one must notice it; any
ore meeting US there, for instance.
But'better thoughts came soon and es
the footsteps that I knew 50 well drew
near, I stood more closely still be-
side her, He hastened up" to her and
shook hands, hardly turning his; eyes
from her face as he, did: SO afterwards
with Lettie and me. l.. Then as We pass
Sd through the gate, he raised his hat
to ns and walked in with her. Who
can, wonder z We were rather quiet
on our way home, and went tonce to
Ben's room. where he is performing
slow recovery. Hegreeted me cheer.
fully: ''':'' ~ =.
% "Miss May, I'm 50 So. glad you are
come ONE What Do 5ou lil think I have been
doing making something 49,,
mot q mistake, l hope" .
"No, poem"
tn'"Have2 you really? show it to me- u
ara'1 haven't written it, I must tell il
to you::' ..7ad IL :. =. "'s". ~
-. "'when tie whispering wind is weary, and lie
81 .Ycrestine in its race, os! .
49," - and funny face'" .''''.'.
h'"oh, famous! why, Ben, every
line is alteration" ''S@~.- .'':
42 He smiled complacently. "No,
on3yzalliterasion, i Miss May, but the
:words5all begin with the same letter. 2
l}Islaugheduoutright, but Ben is toe
good-natured to feel hurt at that
When L recovered, I asked him very
anxiously; "Had he ever published any
poetry =" .:.sv .sa55 - :.s'c2s So @.;s--
"Not quite, Miss May. l sent some
to . magazine IN 49,
r "a Sand didn't they put it iu."
IN mo; ! don't t - think ii they had room
Just them. :e q..n -.
~ '"W.s it pretty y -.
.,,.' II think 50 it was about girl"
gya' a"'Most poems are, Ben, and did you
send it anonymously ?" ~ 81, -:
As usual, it vas only for moment
that Ben was bafled by the word :ht
did not understand. - .'.*." @sSsii%-ia
.'Well,,z yes-ratter anonymously
Miss. May and I was fain to keep N,
head upon til, bed, and laugh once
more. How long 1 wonder will i. tax,
/ Nat to teach him not to make meaning
! for himse1f7 I raised my head, ant
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