The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-01-27

NO. 28. =
but not very. numerous. CathArin.
Batter, With dsfe, gentle s6ngsr', dip
ped the china aisto. the basin, poufee
water from the kettle With its little
fame, measured with silver tougs and
quesr old spoons, thu cream md sugs1
isto the fragrant cups. She might
have been the priestess Of the flower
aseked altar, offering up steamiug sac
ri6oes to Fortune. Beamish secretly,
pledged her in the cup she handed
him with her two hands, and one Of
her brig ght sudden smiles. A little per-
son in white, Who WAS standing against
some tapestry in the background, cut
ting bread aud jam for the hungry
children, caught sight Of tue two, and
thrilled with . femia;ne kindness, aud
then smiled, hanging her hs.d over the
brown loaf Dick, who was deeply in
terested in the issue of the meeting
that afternoon, was sitting on the back
Of tbs sofa, and by chance he saw one
Catharine's face reflected in the others
He was touched by tho governes''s
gentle sympathy, aud noticed, for the
6nt time, that she had been somewhat
neglected.
"You want : tabIe, Miss George"
said Disk, placing one before her, and
ehair .. i. "Ard yos have no tes
yostsslf. .You have been 20 busy It.
tending to every body else Cssh.rias,
70 want some tss here =. Beansh,
Why dent you 60 and phy the piano,
and lesEps te..t with music like the
Ar.bi.a Nighhtl .>..."' IT,. 81:
(. "Hov pretty tie flowers are grow
Ing" cried little Sarrh, pointing. sob,
DO lpok, Mlss George, dear !. -"
i: dts tho sun shining through the
leaves" said Madame 10 Tlscy, in =
matter-of:fact tone.
:@The water shines too" said Asgus.
t.: :"I wish there was river in Eaton
Square; don't you, C..harine r.
II envy you your drawiug-room,
Dick" said Madame de Tracy, eooola.
'ively. "Mr: Be.mish pray give Us IN
air.
Beamish now got up and vent to the
pisuo, "It I play, you must show
them your picture" he said, striking =
number OF chords very quickly, and
then he sat down aud began to play
parts Of that wonderful Kreutzer sonata,
which few people can listen to unmov-
I'd. The piano WAS near where C.sha-
rine Butler had been making the tea,
and she turned her head aud listened,
sitting quite stli with her hands in
her!l.p. l think Beamish was only
pl.ying to her, although Ill the others
vsrs listening round about. I know he
osly l,oksd up at her every now aud
thsa a. he played. Little Cathariao
George had sunk down on low chair
BY the children, and had fallen into
one Of her dreams again She un'
d.s3tood, though no one had evof told
herr all that was passing before her.
She listened to the music; it seemed
var ming, beseechins, prophesying by
turss. There is one magnificent song
without words 10 the adasio, in which
it seems as if ous person alone is Ut
tsring and telling = story, passionate,
pathetic, uuutterably touching. Cath
ariq e thought it was Beamish telling
his own story 10 thosa, beautiful, pas
siouate notes to Catharinc, IS she sat
there in her gray cloud dress, with her
golden hair shining iu tho sunset. Was
she listening? Did she understand
himY All! yes. All yes, she must.
Did every body listen to = story like
This once in their lives? Cathsrine
George wondered. People sail so.
But, ah! was it trce!
It. was true for such - Catharine
Butler, pefh.ps-for beautiful young
women, loved, and happy, and cherish
I'd ; but was it true for = lonely and
fo,lorn little creature, without friends,
without beauty (Catharios had only
seen hsrseh in Ler glass da,kly ~ yet)
With no wealth of her own 70 buy the
priceless treasure Of love and sym
pathy! The sun vas shining outside;
the steausrs and boats were still sail
ing by; Catharins Buffers future was
being decided Little. Cath.rins at in
. trance her ds1k EYES were glowing.
Besmish auddenly changed the meas
ure, aud crashed about on the piano,
until BY. degrees it vas Msadelssohu's
"Wsddiag March," which went swing
ing through the room il great vibra'
iots. Thea Catharins GEORGE seemed to
see the msdie1al street, the old Ger
man town, the figures passing, tho
bridegroom tnmpiog ahead, tho youss
man marching along insprooe''ioa. She
could almost SEQ the crisp brocades and
tho st.snee-cut dresses, and hear the
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