The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-06-30
z. BARBARA-THORNE.
Concluded FROM LAST WEEK.

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CONCLUDED FROM LAST WEEK.
After dinner Miss Marples collapsed.
He1 afternoon.nap, always desidera-
tum, was, after her superhuman exer-
ertion Of early rising, an absolute neces-
sity. She, could scarcely refrain from
yawning at table, and, Immediately af.
ter dessert, aoaeed out Of the room,
making graceful excuse of letters to
write. Some pompous and furbelow
dame, who bad come IN, Roseneath.
fashion, to ''tspend:: the. day." was on
Mrs. Marp]e's hands, and Mr.. Darrow
seemed likely to be: left to his own re-
sources. He sauntered out to the piaz-
"a with Cigar andasbook ; but, short.
" after l. had gathered my flock
around me for their afternoon study
hoqi, ! heard step on the school
room stairs, which / was sure was his.
The door opened and there he was.
"Please, may I come in, ma'am p
he said, in q schoolboy-tone, standing
on the threshold, and assuming an air
of wonderful meekness.
"What for? to see me box the chill.
dren's ear p Iasked. = He started snd
colored, but answered coolly: =
"An7 thing, by way Of little ex-
citement. It's horribly dull below"
And then, with curious look at me
GLOW finely you are made ! What
quick and acute senses you must have
None but the finest ear could have
heard what was said in the midst of
the trumpet-toues you were calling out
from the piano. By-the.way, what IN
spired you to make whole orchestra Of
yourself last night? Iknow very we'll
that is not the way you play for yeur-
self nor is it the way I wish you to
play for me this evening" 49,
"0h, this evening Sylvia will sing
for you," I said1k carelessly; "you
should hear her sing; her voice pours
out like cream, as rich and sweet"
II should suppose so; she has a
sumptuous throat; and she is.a sump.
tuous being altogether. Did she not
look superb, when she went out to ride
this morning" be asked, enthusiast
oally. ":'' -. =
+ .MYes, 4 fine creatule; in her way, as
tae mare she rode," answered quietly.
Anether: curious glance. at me, and
presently he said, in a lazy tone:
""1 don't know as I am quite 20 fond
Of cream as I was when I was 4 boy,
and used to smother my strawberries ID
it. Do you know, I think I developed
quite a passion fer olives, when abroad ;
pleasant, pungent sort: of bitter, you
know" Ix5
Questionable compliment! 1 shrug.
ged my shoulders, and said, briefly:
"All this; is very interesting, Mr..
Darrow, and We are highly aattered at
being made. the conadantes Of your va
rious tastes; but, meanwhile, We are
getting very unsettled for the alter
noon, and we'll 60 to our work now, If
you'll be 50 good as to excuse u.s. =
'.But you will not get rid Of me,
don't think it! As I have no work to
do, unfortunately, l shall stay here, BY
your permission, and profit, vicariously,
by your united industry" s::s
!. And, without waiting for the per
mission, which he would certainly not
have got, he proceeded to make him.
self comfortable upon the old, faded
i Rpunge, ,pillowing hi. head % an il:
d4criminate heap Of bookk bonn cts,
and broken toys, and pretending to go
to osleep, butin reality Watching all the
time out Of bis halfshut eyes. It was
: new sensation to. me to be thu.
watched. and both aattered aud annoy,
Cd me but did not choose 70 betr.y
either feeling, and went On With my
ordinary routine in study, busines silk.
fashion. When the afternoon-worl
- over, and ny young Arabs had be
gun to 9. tter, Z got up quietly .us
started q the door He spr,ng up
ia ard lid something !; did no
hear Whist but made good ny escap'
lpp toy own moo