The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-02-03
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CHAPTER w.

CHAPTER w.
RAE, D1IHK, AND BE MERRY.
|'r' Catharine held little Sarah's hand
tightly eiaspsd, in hers. as they went
home 'loog the busy streets. She had
not met with 80 much romance in her
/ short hard life, this poor little Cath.-
rine, that she could witness it unmoycd
IN others. She had read Of such things
lin: books before now, of Lord Oryille
exclaimiog with irresistible FIRE, "My
] ;sgw.e'et, my beloyed ID Miss Is AWHILE r Of
p Aoehester's ,energetic' iove.making of
tMr. Knightlcy expressi expressive S'Ss eyes : Isl he
said, "My dearest Emma, for dearest
you will be TO- pe, whatever may be the
result Of this: mornings conversation"
And she bad read of the sweet bupch
Of fragrant lilac which a young lover
had sent to his lady, and here was a
sweet bunch Of lilac for Catharine But
Ter; so the little governess called it to
herself, and the sweetness and scent
Seemed ditfused all round, until they,
the by-standers, were all perlumed and
made fragrant too. >"~
I Catharine had heard Mr.. Bcamish
saying II shall come this evening and
acc you," as be put Miss Butler into
the carriage. The girl had not ans.
wefed, but her face looked very sweet
and conscious, as she bent over and held
out her hand to him. Poor Dick was
looking on too, and q little old refrain
came into his head EN- regrettant la
Normandie," it went, "En reg,ettant :.
,..,,' This sweet dream Of love-making
maie the way short and pleasant
though the children Jagged md stopped
at every interesting sight along the
road. The man pouring beer out of
his can, the milk.woman setting down
her pals, the cart full Of oranges and
blue paper, the grocer taking in tagots
two by two out cf cart-all was grist
that came to their little mills, and de-
layed the fatal return to evening tasks
and bed. For the little govcrncss the
sweet summer twilight was I'LL sglow,
and she was in a sort ct en- ,hanted
world, where perfect happiness was
waiting at unexpected corners; where
people understood what was il che an
others hearts where there was littlo
trouble to begin with, but where at two
or:th,ee-and-twenty, (Miss Butler was
little mere,) or even sooner, tho fragrant
bunch OF lilaes aowered for most people,
and then what mattered all the rest ?
If the flowers we're blooming on tho
branches, apassing storm, or wind; Of
darkness ..coull not unmake the spring.
One privilege belonging to her posi-
tion Miss George had not, perhaps, val
ued SO highly as she might have done.
1t Was that Of coming down in white
muslin with Augusta after dinner when-
ever she liked. Little sleepy Sarah,
and the aggrievcd Lydia, would be pop
ped into white calico and disposed Of
between the sheets, but Miss George
and Augusta were at liberty to enjoy
the Intoxicating scene if they felt SO
inclined.
Mr.. Butler nodding off over the pa
per Mrs. Butler at her davenport,
writing civil notes, one after another,
in her large, even handwriting-Catha-
rine and Gcorgina strumming on the
piano-forte the back room quite dark,
and the tea stagnating on asmall table
near the doorway this was when there
was nobody there. When there was
company the aspect of things wasIvery
different. Both the chandeliers would
be lighted, the round sofa wheeled out
into the middle Of the room. Three
ladies ,w0am be sitting upon it with
their backs turned to ono another;
Georgiana and a friend, ia full evening
dress, suppressiug yawn, would be
boxing over q book ;of photographs.
.,:"s"tDo. =" you ike: this none Of me ?"
Georgina would saJ, With q: slight in
crease # animation, iia y"soh, what hor-
lid thing|'' the. young LADY, would ra-.
ply ; "if it was me, i should burn it,
indeed I should. d And is. is that your
sister "a Silgy, L AM sure r! eyes;
my cousip Richard can not bear it,; he
says she looks as if her neck was being
.wrung"'. In, tho mean time, Cstbarine
Butler, kindly attentive and smiling,
would be talking to old Lady SILVER
iugton, ond trying to listen to her ac-
count Of her last influenza, while Mrs.
Butler With, her usual tact, was !devot-
Ling: herself to the next grander lady
present. Madame dc Tracy, after be-
! ing very, animated oil. dinner.time,
would be sitting little .subducd with
her fan before Der eyes. Coffee WOULD
be handed round, by the servants. yAf
Ter winch 'the ~ climax Of Of The evening
would be, attained, the door, would, Ay
open, and the gentlemen como straggl-
ing up from dinner, while tea tea I on silver
trays was being served to'the ezpeotant
4 guests. -; II ~. :;>'''.. 's!s !: y"f i'n.4
b., Mr.: Butle,;svi =. laugh, disappears
int9 IL h hbhni,'lnt!!y.:!hghted .! y ne back room
with i couple Of eongcni.l white aesk-
cloths, while Mr.. Bartholomew, the
great railway, contractor, treads heavily