The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1869-12-09
ST CLOUD M1NNEs0FAs EHYRspAY, DECEMBER 1862

0A>OA1NAO AO41xO u. 1CUO''
IN ,7!!RN 3"':Y GIav F"fj II H,s,,.
dtihat I bad bad found op that my ,ma.siago va
,E4sreenats seen . u''issteake; ''s th.t / xas xretche
3APd wanted Y. sss 70, Dis; that ! had, but on
friend, =! Philip r. Flanders !. l.od !, painte'
big ia la glowing colors ) that be, =h,'
lJ!!q'1 Ja!aq'd1.erstood as < ne from the beginning
ead that A b., said Tom and I.were ''real
] y inoonpa4t:iblo."", nj =. ..,,,....
|cn "Most Most men, Z said Aunt Abigail, viii
quiet tIbbuut Ibut singing satire, "have . liyel,
sense Of the wrongs Of other mem
wives" ..
w. t"t1lncompatible !" cried Uncle Cyrus
looking at me over bis glasses and turn
ing very RED ia, tho face, "Drat th'
man l. I wonder what your aunt wouli
have done e if some fool had told her y,
were ioeom ''l patible before We had beer
married six months p:
:, Now "drat" was the strongest oath
| Uncle Cysps; eyer used. It was vel
1qnqeraI9ota sSt1Ingl ~ lne family That it bore pt
more St4 dangerous relation to . regua,
'laaln "dalnn"' i than .. a single speeze does to ,
three weeks influenza !; yet for all this,
whenever he used 1t, Aunt Abigail al.
ways felt that the interests of religion
and morality required her to say "Why,
Cyrus - when" Unole" Cyrus, 4 with .
elightly crestfallen air, would reply,
"'Well, WE'LL" and there tho matter
would end for that time. But on this
occasion she did not reprove him, but
looked as if she would have borne tho
stronger word had he chosen to use it.
80 This omission and this look ne,rlv
broke my heart, and exclaimins vehe.
mently, Everybody is against mew 1
rushed away 10 my room, cried myself
to sleep; and awoke feeling indescriba-
bly, better and very hungry ill.,.
- Oh how hungry I was! Bat after
such ! tragic: demonstration, how could
Igo down stairs and ask for something
to eat? If 1 could only SEQ Hannah
from the window;'T could get" her to
1muggle 4 nice i1nvh into my m,y; room
but no Hannah was to be seen, and the
question seemed to be between pride
and starvation, when I heard Aunt Ab-
!gail stepping cautiously over the stairs.
That slow, steady step foreboded a lec-
Eure, and Aunt Abigail would make
thorough work with me, I knew; but
% meet 1t when I was SO hungry did
'ecm hard. Then the door swung
'pen, the fragrance of coffee filed the
'oonn; aud there stood Auus Aoigail;I
holding a salver containing the: mos
delicious lunch-ono Of her own DID,
china cups my childish ad-
ni'atio1, from the corner cupboard, for
be coffee, two ham, sandwiches and
ingle tart Of homemade flaky paste
He'd With clear, quuive,rinttg currant jcl-
J. F;..:,;2e t~F t'"D .S.a:.:::~:@
:"0h, Aunt Abig.il!' exclaimed 1,
with watering mouth. =
"Your Uncle thought said i: she,;:
moving little stand nearer tho bed and
facing the ealverr on It, .sthat. you
'ould like some Of bis ham !: be cured
t himself" )" and + sat up and ate the
am that had been "cured" by the man
'ho . had just .ttaratted" my .'more than
riend," and felt better for 'it-better,
o fact, than |, ever had: for anything
hat my "more than friend" had ever
aid or done, and I began to gain men
ally, as we'll as physically from that
ay. HT y
Tom wrote constantly, telling me not
Q o-write'to him ti!f:I was able, but that
le was 50 very lonely he must write to
ne.- I -: .'u:> fl =: :i13,...:'. /
~"A+ YER very good letter for a cold:blood-
d monster to write;," said: Aunt Abb:
all one morning, as r read her pas
ages from my last. w x ":s.>.: ~
I had just come, *.as freshas rose"
5hc'e Cyrus said; from q long country
five throagh' Old roads; winding, as
ID roads win, here to6 d ferry, and there
) ) i i. mill; and Aunt Abigail, seeing Il
,as 1able u 1bear it, began Is talk with
ne about ny troubles. she; laughed
'eartily over' the concession story, and
oh md I was only. learning what all
'iivees must-thjee difference :: between a
" over and d husband. Then she told
ne about the differences Of opinion and
ceiling which she and Uncle Cyrus I
iads when they we're first married
loW she.used to cry, and wish she was
ask: in the Friends Westinghouse,
nth her little. drab bonnet: on, and no:
Jucle Cyrus anywhere. r Then graud.i
asher sametto sec them. j. He was an
I'D tman--olders .lhan Uncle Cyrus is
lov-with a mannerof gentle yet stately
ey.nAuut Abigail thought he must
'aves seen that she was not quite happy,
orIhe took great pains to praise, every
hing she did, especially when Uncle
Cyrus was near to hear him he used to |
cad in the Bibleyto~ her-Saint John |
vas his favorite. He liked him, he
MD, because he: was not born gentle, |
'at had become So through his faith !; |
or he!wa ones those who we're called |