The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-03-10

NJ. Fontaine, fastening to toll the
news ; .ssse. snrmi.a:t h.titsmsy be mad
ame -votnes bclle. mere returning" II
i"It Is certain to be her." cried Ernes-
tine "she told us not to expect her;
and it is so late too" i 49, i
ut is no uss going to meet her; she
will be here directly" said Jean, walk |
ing to tho door in his deliberate way.
Almost directly there was sound Of
voice, of exolamations-the cook, the
yalet:dc.chambre, Sidonie, Madame
jeans mind, appeared to announce the
safe arrival OF the travellers. A couple
Of dogs, came in barking-cven the
childreu's boane came rushing down
from up stairs ), tho game Of do.ninoss
was interrupted; Jean embraced his
mother very affeetionately a. she en-
tered the room; 4Foutaine lowered
about, deeply Interested in tho meeting,
and fastened to relieve Madame de
Tracy of her parasol; parasols were Wild
ly handed about like buckets at con-
Aagration then came more embraces,
explanations, aud EXPLANATIONS. "You
never came to meet me. I forgot to
post my letter. Casimir brought rs up
IN his little carriage" "Unfortunate-
ly we have dined. There is sure to be
something. Bon jour, Barbo, here you
arc returned from England" 1--WE
nearly did not get home at all old
Chretien fan bis cart up against US.
He was quite tipsy. Oh, I am sure
of it. Give US something to eat, for I
am famished." All this in = ersseendo,
which was brought to climax BY .
sudden shrek from Madame Jean.
"Who is that in the window ?" she
cried, pointing. "Look, there is some
body" and said salzed her husbands
arm. w NJ -
II am really too forgottu|. Come
here, my dear child" cried Madame de
Tracy. "Here is my dear young
friend, Miss George, E,nostiqe; I have
persuaded her to como back with me. y
At this incantation the little appari-
ton who had been standing olaspiug
her great warm shawl, and childishly
absorbed in the scene, wondering who
each person could be, advanced blush
ing, with rufHad hair, and trailing her
long draper,es." She looked up into
their faces With that con6ding way she
had. Madame Jean made her a little
inclination ; Jean came up aud good
naturally shook hands ~ Ang'a'se
Monsieur Fontainc, parasol in hand,
bowed profoundly. Tired as she was,
hungry, preoccupied by, her return
home, an idea flashed through Madame
do Tracy's' fertile mind at that instant,
which, alas ! unlike many Of her ideos,
she was destined to put into execution.
"Monsieur Fontainc, our excellen
malre," said she, going on with her in
Productions; "Mademoiselle do Coetlo-
gon, NJ pAbbe Verdler. Ernestiue
we will give Miss George the yellow
room, and some supper. My dear
child, I am dying Of hunger. I have
eaten nothing bu! little tartlets all
day"
The tartlets, tho chateu, the moon.
light, the ladies, the whole journey,
seemed to coma out of the Arabian
Nights Catharine thought, only the
able did not belong to them. The
quiet littls old man, sitting in the cor
ner, caused thrill to this stern Protes-
tant Of which he was happily uncou-
scious. e., So, b. y,
Catharine and her protectress supped
in the great dining-room-a long aud
lofty room, with a fine ceiling, and
many tall windows, barred and shutter
cd. The ono lamp only lighted the
table, where cold meat, aud cream
sheesc, and melon and grapes were
spread. Jean accompanied them, aud
SO did Ernestino, who flung pretty
white ho,d over her head, and sat
watching them at their meal.
land your grandmother, how is
sho:'' asked Madame de Tracy Of he,
son.
"She is as usual said Jean; "she
has heard Of your return, aud Baptiste
has just came down to ask for q little
supper for her from your table. Miss
George, you do not eat. You must get
good appetite at Tracy. I hope you
are going to stay with us tor some
time:'
Again Catharine blushed up, aud
looked FROM her host to the little lady
with the bright eyes. II Thought
hoped" she stammered-
1--WE have got her safe," interrupted
Madame Do Tracy, aurriedly, carving
away at cold chicken. awe are not
going to part from her. Poor lady,
her courage Was failing her somewhat.
She did not like the. looks Madame
Jcane was pastingsat her little proteye.
She made haste to send Cathariuc to
bed as soon as she had done her supper.
Baptistc with a. candle, and Barbe,
were b'th : dopnted 10 show Miss
E,oroc tho wav nm tho hroad sfona