The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-04-14

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made there, and she came down ,upo.
the beach at last, ,and wont stumbling
over the shingle, and sea weed, and
heaps of sea-drift.
Catharine had gone stumbling along
u,der the sAaaos of the cliff: She did
not care or think where she was going.
She had come upon the smooth, rippled
sands; the sea was swelling inland in a
great rushing curve. She had pc :sed
tho village; she heard the sounds of
lite overhead as she went by she had
come to the terrace at the end of For
taine's garden. A ]::ie river of ses-
water was runbine IN cleft in the
'ani. Ca'har!n: had to jump to cross
1t: Ever aftcrward she remembered
the weary eff2r: it was to her to spring.
But she crossed the little ford. and
came safely to the other side; and it
was at this instant that somebody, rush
ing up, came and clasped her knees
with many expressions of delight. 1t
vas Toto: who in ais little childish
squeak gladIy exclaimed, II saw you
from tic cabane. Papa sent me, an4 |
rap.' Tie child was clipg;ng to |s+r
still vixen Fontaine himself made lis
appearance, s'ippered, and ncwspape, in
hand, hastcning to welcome hex.
'ae ere sou coming to find us, chere
d.mo'sei,e :" SAID be. "Come, y3u arc
at home, you know"
Was she indeed at home Cathar:ne
felt as if had been crazy for few min
utes with doubt, mistrust, iadecisicn.
She hated herself, and felt herself un-
worthy cf Fontaine's kindness, and yet
she was incspressibly touched and
cheered By it. She said to herself that
she had found friend in her sore Ee-
cess'ty-that she should never, neve,
forget his Kindness, and Indeed she
kept her vow. This vas the last Of
her indccisions.
A little later Fontainc walked bao'.
to the chateau With her. As they wee
going along she asked him if he knew
that they meant to send her away when
they left Paris?
':Chere demoisellc," said be, "hov
do you know it? 1t may or may MT
be tue. [ care not, since yoa remain
II felt as it nobody wanted me-"
Catharine said, as they went in at the
gates together.
Butler Vas alonc on the terrace
smoking c;:: . 'cu they came back.
When he saw them he got up and camo
to meet meet them. He looked a lit
tie curious, a little lenguid, an ] slightly
sentimental.
""hy di} You 80 away ?'' he said.
u rus':cd out to call you, Miss George.
but yoa would haze nothing to do With
US"
"l-l did not want to stop just :
then, she said, hastily. He. had recog-
nlzed her then She turned TO Footaine
N a confused sort Of way, aud called
him to her.
''Charles,'' she said, calling him by
his Christian name for the first time,
'haSe you :. Willyoa" The words
died away. But after that tirst moment
she was quite outwardly calm again.
Butler had recognized her. She made
a great effort. She spoke quietly and
'"dlfferently, while to herself she said
that at least he could not
read her heart. She had taken her
she would abide by it.
Rclne, in her place, would have cone
differently. Catharine was doing wrong,
perhaps, but with n, evil iutent-shs
was false with a single heart. She
thought there was no other solution to
her small perplexities than this desper-
atc one she had taken. If she had been
older she would have been wiser. Wsi..
That is the answer to most sorrows 70
most troubled conscienc,s. But how
can one believe in this when one has
waited for any thing? Some one
says, very wisely and touchingly, ITO
the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young,
sorrow is despair" What other inter-
probation may there not be hidden be-
meath the dark veil to those who can
see from afar?