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

NO. 80.
}. love, o. for patience, or for. prayer
j maybe. We know the divine, spark
, here and there in this world-wh
! ehall say under what manifestation o
humble disguise?
hvloe was not troubling ''ersel
! about such speculat,ons, out she trcn
bled som etlmcs for Lick, even u.o.t
I than for herself, and asked heIsel
r whether he might not do himself injury
by marrying her? and so she told him
; when he came in now, and he took bel
hand and kissed it, and asked her wha1
} she was thinking Of, and Why she )2ok.
ed 80 disturbed.
Her answer did not quite please him
somehow, though as she spoke she look.
ed more beautiful than he had e7e,
seen her, blushirg, with tender deep
eyes, as she sat in the light Of the yiu-
dow. "Why do you always want to
take care of me Z" said Butler. cam
l not big enough to take care of my
self? Refine, when we are married l
shall take care Of you too. I shall not
let you work any more, and 1 sLaII
paint yoa just as you look now, and
rot one Of the fine ladies will be able
to hold a candle to YOU
"TheJ will dcspise me-" said Reine,
las they did NY mother; perhaps for
your sake they will just touch NE with
the end Of their fans. You know we'll
enough that it is from no want of love
for you that I speak," said RENE,
blushing more deeply. II love you so
we'll that l had rather you Lift me
here now this moment than that YOU
were ever ashamed Of ME or sorry for
what you have dope,'' and suddenly
RENE the overbeariug, Rcine the mag
nifcent, burst into tears.
Dick tried to reassure her, to con.
sole her, by every tender word he could
think Of; but Reiue, recovering and
ashamed of her weakness, pushed him
away. "Go, CO." she said, as he bent
over her, full of concern and gentlcness.
He was little hurt; he loved her, but
he could not always understand her
her old abruptncss indcpcndence-her
strange moods. He turned away-how
we'll he remembered the scene in after
years Th" quaint, struggling room,
with its old, picturesque accessories.
even the fowerpot in the window, ard
the faint scent from its blossoms:
Reine's noble head bent low, and the
light upon it. He turned away, and as
he did 50 he caught sight for one in.
staot Of pale face looking in through
the wlodow-a pale. wistful, sad face,
that disappeared in a moment. Poor
sad eyes the sight Of the two together
was more than they could bear. uu-
man nature is very weak as we'll as very
strong. Catharlne had come across the
sultly fields, looking to the farm for
help and consolation. IF Reinc also
advised it, she thought she would
break forever with the schemes she had
COM cntcd to; go back, work hard, and
struggle on as best she could. Dear
Refine ! she at least could be depended
upon. Coming to the farm at last, she
had found only Paris 10 welcome her
with a lazy wag of his tail. There wss
no one about all the doors were shut
even the house-door, with it's bars and
heav9-headed nails all distinct in the
sun. She tapped once or twice without
being heard. She turned away at last
disappointed, thinking Refine must DC
out in the fields and then, as sh , turn
ed, she glanced in through the window
and saw the two Catharine could think
Of them together with a certain gentle,
loving sympathy bat to come knocking
at tho door wanting help, and not be
heard to stand by unpoticed, and see
them engrossed, utterly oblivious of her
existence'-oh, it was hard life was
cruel, friendship was an illusion!
"Can any thing be the matter ?"
Dick said, starting up. "That was lit
tie Miss George" And he went to the
door and looked out. He was only in
time to see the little figure disappearing
under the archway.
Refine wiped her tears out Of her
eyes-I don't know that she was the
less sad for that-she came to tho door,
way and stood beside him. "Poor
child!" she said; "was she looking
in?"
"She looked very strange" said
Richard. 1T may have been my fancy"
! - And then, catching Reine's steady
l gaze, he turned red in his turn. "Don't
look like that, dear" said he, trying to
laugh, cor I shall think it was ghost
[ saw" .>.''.
+ A ghost indeed the ghost Of dead
love: Only yesterday some one was
fsayiog, with'sa sigh, There are other
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